I'm 23yrs old. I grew up in foster care most of my youth. When I was 6 my mothers boyfriend molested me and he did it again after they were married. My mom found out and gave me away. I went into foster care and I was molested a lot by my foster moms male friends. When I was eleven one of the preachers in the church raped me and I lost my virginity. The doctor said he broke my hymen. I told my foster mom what happened but she insisted he was a good man and I was a lying little bitch. He continued to rape me and I never told anyone else because my foster mom was evil and she would beat me all the time. He also let some of his other preacher friends have me too. I was so afraid. Well he died a few years back and she died this pass May. All that went on until I was 16. From 14 to 16 the neighbor down the street was a nice guy at first...he would fix stuff around the house and cut the grass. One day when we had a neighborhood cookout he asked me to help him bring out some more food. Once inside he kissed me. I felt weird but let it go because it was just on my cheek. As time went on he bought me stuff and would take me out with his kids to the movies, the mall, etc so I thought he was pretty cool. One day when my foster mom asked him to let me hang out over his house after school and he was totally cool with it. Later I found out his wife and kids were out of town. That day we had sex and I say sex because I didn't fight him because I felt like I owed him because he bought me stuff and took me to the movies. A year later at 15 I was pregnant with his baby. I hid the pregnancy pretty well from my foster mom but once she found out we got into a fight and she went straight to my belly. I gave birth in February instead of June. My son got sick with pnemonia and passed away in September. After that I went crazy and stopped going to school and got locked up in juvie over and over again for fighting. I finally ran away from my foster mom in the middle of the night. I went to my granddads house and he called the police and they took me to a group home. My foster mom called them 3 days later and told them I was a runaway. I was sent back to juvie and in Feb 2006 my granddad got full custody if me. It was hell living with him because he was military and I just didn't trust men anymore so we fought all the time. I was super mean to him because of what other men had done to me and it made him sad and angry because I thought he wanted me just like everyone else did. We are cool now. I love my grandddaddy.