Intro. My dad left me and my mom when I was 4 months old. I never knew what it was like to be daddy's little princess that he would protect from everything. I never felt a mother's love either. She drank very heavily, never heard or understood me, treated me badly and hurt me very badly. Since then I can't forgive her for that. When I was 15, I decided to leave this horror and start a new life. And what I just wrote about my life is not even half of it, not even two percent of what I experienced in my younger years. I ran away from home and moved to Kharkov, where my friend met me. He helped me in everything, morally, financially sometimes, and physically too. Now I live an ordinary life hoping that it will be better, but for some reason everything is as usual. And so I got a job (designer) and earned not bad money, which I could provide myself and my life.