In the beginning...

There was a girl. This girl grew up in a quaint little family in pennsylvania. Her father was a car theife and her mother was a speed freak. She also had two sibblings. One day her father pulled a gun on her mother and when the girl saw this she called the police; after everything was said and done the little girl got in trouble for involving them. From that day on the little girl knew people were fucked up, and if she wanted good things, she's have to work on her own to get them.
Eventually she met a boy.
He was a nurse at the hospital she worked at and seemed like a straight upright kind of guy. Once she was pregnant and married to the boy he was caught stealing drugs from their hospital and sent to rehab. Eventually the boy and the girl had their baby as well as another. Both pregnancies ended up complicated and the boy left the girl home alone all day to watch her two babies.
The boy was a jerk though.
The boy ended up hitting the girl.
She gave him a free pass.
The boy did it again.
The girl packed up her babies, took anything sellable, cut the cords to his electronics, and came back later to slash his tires.
The girl then had to raise two of her own little girls, the first, a sick little girl who would prove difficult and disabled, and another who wanted nothing but to please and worked so hard to make it in a fucked up family with a fucked up history

I am the first daughter.