i was thinking today and realized that i never fully introduced myslef. My name is Loren, i live in Ohio, im really short, only 5', i have long curly auburn hair, dark chocolate brown eyes, and freckles. I live with my dad, but it hasn't always been that way. when i was three i had surgery on my neck to get a cyst removed. thats my earliest memory. I dont remember when my parents got divorced, i have no childhood memories of my father, except years later when he became a "disney land dad," always taking us places and buying us toys. Us being my older brother Jim and i. When i was five, my mom remarried as did my dad. my dad married Edna, who already had 2 kids from another marriage, a boy and a girl. a few months later, she gave birth to my little brother, Alex. the man my mom married, James, was ok at first. but after a few years we found out about his abusiveness, towards us, with the help of alcohol. we moved alot, i cant count how many times, never stayed in one place long enough to make friends. never knew if we were just moving, or if we were evicted. during this time i had lost contact with my dad, and it was made worse when we moved 2 1/2 hours away out into the country where nobody can hear you scream. i lived there until i was 12, living with an absolute mad man with an extensive collection of guns and rifles...several AK's. When i was 12, my mom finally moved my brother and i out of there, and into a trailer. stupid mom...it was only 5 minutes away from my old house. my step dad found us and the last time i ever saw my step dad was him ripping a phone out of the wall and throwing it through a window. apparently, my mom had been talking to someone over the internet for quite some time now, and one night we left. we ended up going to Michigan to stay with a man we didnt know. he gave us a trailer and we lived in a campground for a month and 1/2. somehow, my dad found me. i think he went to the trailer and found a list of email addresses, and emailed everyone on it. needless to say my dad drove to mich. picked me up and took me home with him. this was a month beofre my 13th birthday. things were tough at first, my dad and step mom got a divorce bc my dad had an affair. that was hard. the husband of the lady my dad had the affair w/shot himself and died. i still blame my dad for his death. they also had 2 kids, my age, and adopted. i now go to a Catholic school (ugh) maintain a decent gpa, and have been working since i was 13. i have the most amazing boyfriend in the world, who loves me for me, and accepts that guys scare me. we have been together for 7 months, but have been friends for 2 yrs. i got accpeted to my number 1 chioce college (thats another issue) and plan to major in education. i have a restraining order against the psycho, still panic when i think i see him, and still shy away from guns...guess ive had too many of them shoved in my face or held to me head. dont get me wrong,this is not a sob story, just showing you where im coming from for future reference. yea...thats all for now...all i can think of...