Help molly get her life back together

Hi My name is Rebecca, you can call me Becca.

Most of you know me by my Alis / online ego

Molly Devine. My story is fucked up just like everyone else's. Everyone has problems. Im not sure how most people solve theirs, or if they do because despite a disease, I'm sure I was born with. Since my Parents were high on meth when they made me. I know my mother used more then she admits" she quit when she found out" ...

Anyway regardless of my amount of time clean before relapse. 2 years... or 3 months. It doesn't seem to matter.

I never met my biological father, although i could have. Seeing as how my older half brother met me through social media when i was 22. When i was 4 i met my 2 brothers. One older one younger. Then were never allowed to see each other again. Due to jealousy by his mom. Our father was a carnival roady for over 10 years. And thought it was cool to knock up every woman he could from here in Florida to Navada whilst traveling. At least he would brag about me. Since my mom was gay and he was bet he couldn't hit it. Well I'm proof of his victory.

Because of this upbringing, where i didn't get braces due to "no money" truth is, my step mom smoked n drank my braces. But its all good. All I ever wanted was to have a normal whole family. WELL I some how created the opposite. Making like the 3 little bears but instead of beds, It was baby daddy's.

First one slept around with friends, and lied a lot about whereas bouts. It bothered a little at first but then i was just done caring. Looking to have my sexual ergs met. I waited and looked a long 6 months before bd # 1 brought a friend home he had been hiding. Till one day we had a party and he couldnt hide his good looking friend any longer, long story short. Baby daddy number 2. Thats a book in its self. After trying to sell me for crack I didn't touch but once n hated. N then leaving me in Lumberton NC crack motel while going to jail. I gladly took one backpack full of clothes my 2 year old daughter and 6month old baby on train back to Florida.

My son wasn't even 10 months when I met # 3 my across the street neighbor. And that story is way longer and way more painful and fucked up then i would care to explain atm. Ill just say my 3rd was the only planned and That story is really fucked up and on going.

Its because of leaving his abusive Dad that my story gets way sadder.

short version i got restraining order. He dropped name off 2 year old bond and called dcf. Bond i was almost done dealing with through diversion i magically got twice. DCF is Evil and they never planned on giving them back. Even longer story shortened. They pulled them apart. And left me to live through the worst thing that has ever happened to me, forcing me to live with my heart outside my body. I Always have done drugs. I was clean for 2 years after i had my last baby. And hid my drug use well. I used very energy to keep house up, garden, blah blah. It wasnt until they took my reasons for knowing what day of the week is, for me to not care or no longer know what day it is. Meth is evil, its poison that makes people even more ugly and disgusting since people will literally sell their kids food for it, or worse their kids..

All i really want is to not wanna use but as long as i dont have my littles I'm afraid ill forever relapse.

All i really need to get there, is a way to get anywhere. Like collage, or to my "real Job".

I need vehicle.

I should have right now since i worked for it. My check of 1642 was stolen By Matthew Hunter Clark. And Hes gonna regret it i promise. For now its just gonna hold me back a little while longer. Im hoping this will help me get there faster. I need someone to not wanna take from me for once and see the hope they can help me get back. With even the smallest donation. Since they add up..

What do you say, maybe be a part of my victory ? Help me get there? Because TBH I don't know if i will ever get there without help from you.