Hi, I'm Cheryl. I didn't have the nicest of lives, growing up. I never felt loved and always felt like I was in the way. My mom used to hit me for no reason when I was 2 and under, until I asked her why she did it. She denied it to me but then stopped. She would go for weeks, not speaking to me, making me feel invisible. She pushed me down the stairs, resulting in me not being able to walk for weeks. I was never taken to the hospital, but why would she. My dad used to constantly shout at me for no reason. I wasn't allowed toys or friends in the house. My grandad moved in with us when I was about 7, he wasn't the nicest either and I'll leave that there. I left home into a hostel at the age of 17, I had my eldest daughter as I had just turned 19. I met my ex-husband at the age of 21 and suffered abuse, mainly verbal for the latter part of our relationship. We were together for approx. 11 years and 5-6 of them were pretty horrendous. I was terrified of him at times. We finally split, with police calls and an injunction. I'm happy to say that I'm now living in the best place ever with Malcolm and try not to look back on anything, even though it will always be there. I've always loved crafting and hopefully, always will.
