My story is way too long. I tried to type some out and it was just too much. So I'll try to paraphrase.
I was raised in a cult. Parents divorced. Dad stayed and got visitation bc the cult threatened her. And I still loved my dad, so this cult was a big part of my life. I was made fun of when I went to public school for not knowing how to communicate with normal people, for being from a cult, and for being slightly overweight. So I became severely anorexic, living on 1000 calories a week to get people to like me. And it worked. Which made me a very angry, spiteful person. I moved towns and started in a school where no one knew anything about the cult or that I'd ever been overweight. I got into a really bad crowd of friends that constantly gave me free drugs and I was getting black out drink at 15. Someone raped me. No one believed me. I never talked about it again. Years of abuse as a child and then this culminated into a fuck ton of anger. Hated all men except my friend Chris and this guy in high school that didn't even know I existed. His name was J and he made stupid little videos for the school news and I just thought he was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. But I dropped out of high school. Got arrested a bunch. Got kicked out of my home because I was a dick to my family, especially my dad. Got major back problems that prevented me from walking for a while.
A family friend took me in and I realized all my friends were gone when I could no longer get fucked up. So I became a recluse from 18-24, basically. In that time, I became obsessed with my internet life and gaming. I got really popular on MySpace. Found that guy that didn't know I existed in high school. He just thought I was some girl from MySpace. But friend me on Facebook anyway and I just secretly stalked his profile like once every 6 months for years.
My dad died because the cult wouldn't let him go to the hospital when he was very sick. He went into a coma for two weeks. That was the worst two weeks of my life. When he died, I completely lost it. Did drugs and drank and had sex with random people for a year. Then just stopped. Stopped everything. Even sex for 5 years. Decided I wanted to be better so my dad's legacy wouldn't be completely horrible. Realized I am a good person. Got my GED. Built myself up from literally being homeless and having nothing. Started going to school for computer science.
Lost it one night after a break up and almost killed myself after months of deep depression over all the shit that had happened in life up to that point. A few months later, J, the guy I'd obsessed over in high school and had been so into for years messaged me out of the blue and asked me on a date. I turned him down, because I thought he was more of this amazing idea than a real person and figured I'd be deeply disappointed by him. Agreed to meet him at a bar one night when we were both in the same area. We hit it off so hard, it was surreal. Turns out he was literally everything I wanted. He really stabilized me and we made each other such better people. Six months into the relationship, I found out I was pregnant and we decided to keep it. One year into the relationship, we married.
Now I have a gorgeous son, a gorgeous husband, I'm finishing my degree in a few weeks, and my life is more happy than I could have ever imagined for myself. I overcame many, many odds. I am very lucky.
This was the shortest version I could come up with.