Hello, my name is Nevaeh and I'm 15. I love to write, draw, paint, do photography, read and watch anime, ride horses, play soccer, and chill with family and friends.
My mom had me when she was 18 and when my dad found out she was pregnant with me he broke up with her. When I was 3 maybe 4 my mom got married to a guy named Trevor.
I called him dad and told him I loved him, and I did. He would say it back to me, and we repeat the process for 6 years.
Then he and my mom got a divorce and my little brother (Whom they had when I was 5) and I would visit him on Wednesdays and every other weekend.
Then one day he just decided that since I wasn't his child by blood, he would have nothing more to do with me.
He didn't show up for my 10th birthday and neither did his mom who followed him in having nothing to do with me.
It made me sad and when he came to pick my brother up and take him for the weekend I'd ask him why I couldn't come to visit him anymore.
He'd say no more than "I don't know, it just doesn't work out right now." That answer became old and later on, when I got older I realized that he didn't love me.
Every time he said it to me it was a newly grown lie for me to constantly believe. It's sad to think that because he wasn't my biological father, he didn't want anything to do with me.
My blood parted our lives and divided us from one another unlike some other people and their stepdads. My mom then got married to Simon when I was 13.
They just had my new baby brother almost 5 months ago after been married for 2 years. I'm gonna end it here but know this isn't everything that I have to say about my life.
I have a darker story you will yet find in the genre of most of my poems. So, goodbye for now.