I am Madison. I am 12 years old. I was born on August 11,2003. I grew up with a half sister but right now I have her and 2 stepsisters. I have had a lot going on in my few years and I wanted someone who needs help to know it gets better and u are not the only one going through this...

 So I was born on August 11,2003 which makes me 12. I was born into a family of my half sister (on my dads side) my dad who was a fire fighter and my mom who was a social worker. My half sisters name is Victoria. We didn't have Victoria very much she was in and out of my life a lot. So my mom, when I was born, had a lot of health problems because of me. She almost died. I don't exactly know how, I've never ask. All I know is she was in serious health. I had to stay with my aunt and grandmother (nanny) my first several months of my life. Finally my mom got out of the hospital, and then back in, and back out, and in again.... Any ways she was in and out of the hospital a lot. Everything was good until I was 5-6, I think. My mom was very obese. That was a fact and that was what gave her most of her health problems. She decided to get a surgery that basically cut of her fat and cut her stomach in half. It was very hard seeing my mom so skinny after I had grown up to her being big. And it was hard to see my mom on so many tubes hooked up to her. After she got out everyone was great.

So about  2-3 years later my parents had a lot of problems. They would fuss, fight, and argue. I didn't really care. After a while my dad took a break and moved into his dad and mom, my grandma and grandpas, house with them. They needed help and he needed a break. I still saw my dad. After about a year they decided to move back in together. It wasn't working AT ALL! One day after school they sat me down..... They told me they had divorced. My dad would continue to stay with us because he didn't have enough money to move. He got a part time job for when he was off work at the fire department. It hurt me. It was hard. Knowing my parents would no longer put me to bed together. Then several months later my dog, Amos, my best friend, my only friend, was sick. I remember bringing him in and laying him on the ground. He would eat, drink or even move. I looked in his eyes. They were sad, they were telling me something, telling me not to go to school the next day. I didn't really listen. The next day I went to school. I came home..... And I went to my Nannys house. My aunt came and I was really happy for some reason that day. She said to my nanny," does she not know?" They didn't tell me anything. My dad came in his little Truck and took me outside. She bent down to look at me. He said these words really slowly, "Amos.... Went to the doctor today.... They couldn't help him, he died. He was dehydrated. They don't know what happend." I started to cry and buried myself into his arms. I thought about him every day and night for the next few months. And then my dad told me he had to move out. He found a cheap house and she was going to rent it. I would still see him. He had a girlfriend and my mom and a boyfriend. I didn't like my moms boyfriend I don't know why I just didn't . I didn't mind my dads girlfriend. It was just a bad year.