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pneumonia at age 12.

My mom didn't bring me to a hospital and I spent a whole week in bed drenching the sheets until I was pale as a ghost and part of my lower lip was swollen and brown with the rest of my lips a deep purple and me a pale white.

My gran was the one caring for me and my mom just said I would get better and it was nothing terrible. When my grandmother brought me to the hospital, I ended up being told that if I had been a day late I would have been dead. I spent two months in the hospital to recover and the steroids made me gain a lot of water weight which I ended up keeping on until I was 20 and lost a hundred pounds.

One of my aunts, who isn't really willing to spend money on her nephew and nieces, ended up buying me a Gameboy Advance and Legend of Zelda Seasons so I ended up playing it over and over in the hospital while waiting to get better. It was the closest I've ever gotten to dying and I think it caused a lot of my issues with my mother until she got cancer and I became her nurse until she died. I think we mended that friction in our relationship. I know I was just twelve but it really hurt to see that she wouldn't bring me to the hospital at the first sign of trouble.

It didn't help that she told me that my dad wasn't my real father but not because he wasn't my real dad but because I realized why he treated me so terribly and abused me.(because I wasn't really his) My mom didn't believe that he was hurting me and she was strange about giving me affection because she told my aunt(my good aunt) that she was afraid if she showed me too much affection that I would turn gay. (thank you conservatism)

So she was hoping that the father who adopted me would be the one who was a father to me but he did nothing to show he cared nor did he teach me anything that would help me.

Damn....this was about life threatening and I went full rant. Sorry >_<