My sisters and I had a rough start to life, with all types of abuse and violent usage of drugs and alcohol from both parents. My mother met another man and decided to make the huge commitment to move country to where he was. We left our biological father behind in our lives, he made no effort of contact at all. The new man my mother met took my 3 sisters and I on, he treated us no different than he did the three other children they had together. He was our only daddy and they were our sisters. Last year I started a great relationship with my partner, I was happy with him (and still am) but my mother wasn't. I had to juggle college, work, family life, and my boyfriend. Which is more difficult than i had ever thought. My mother got very controlling, giving me boundaries of where I can go, who I can be with, what time I go and come back, how much money I can spend, how I go and come back, every aspect of my life she wanted to control. One night I was round my boyfriends house for dinner and she wanted me home 'just because'. I couldn't as the weather was violent and there was a leak in the roof so I had to stay and help the boyfriends family with it. (From house to house its a half hour drive so I couldn't have walked). I got home around tea time went straight to my room. My mother came in saying she wanted my phone so I couldn't contact anyone, I refused so she pulled me from my bed to the floor and became very abusive whilst my father and sister watched. I was broken physically and emotionally. She locked all of the windows and doors so I couldn't leave and she locked me In the house so I couldn't go to work the next day. I just wanted to leave, I couldn't do it anymore. I was locked in a house with no way of contacting anyone. One of my sisters eventually called my boyfriend and he came from work with no clue that I'd soon be living with him. He arrived whilst I was stood outside with all of my things. He lifted my stuff without a word said and put it in the car and we went home. Since then I've had little contact with my family, through friends I heard what they've been telling everyone. It tore me apart, I couldn't believe that people I had once been to close with would say such horrible things, and make up horrible things about me to make me seem the wicked one.

My relationship with my boyfriend has grown strong, and just last month we decided to move away from all the bitterness and start fresh in a new country together. I have been emotionally destroyed and tortured by my family but I'm on the mend and I couldn't possibly have a more supportive boyfriend! I just hope my sisters figure out how poisonous my mother is before it's too late.