He was a few seconds away from getting hit that day in July when he kicked me out claiming not long after I had left. 2.5 years of hell were finally over.
Getting over it was like walking up a mountain. Halfway up I thought I was going to turn round a go back and carry on living in hell, but, NO!, I headed to the top not knowing what was at the other side.
Not seeing my sister every day was hard but when I started seeing her again I was so happy. Going back home to my mum was the best thing I ever did as it proved to him I am capable of being better than him. He basically got shown up and had 2 fingers stuck up at him.
Whilst the drama was kicking off I was in college trying to get on to level 3 health and social care after 2 long years of studying level 2 health and social care. 2 years paid off and level 3 health and social care was finally happening, </p>
Finally at the top!!!!!!
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger!!!!!!