Do I have any reason to think it will ever be different?

Born a child into a penniless family. Mom and dad go on again off again for years until they get married after my brother is born by a man who is not my father. They get a divorce when I'm five and my mom marries my brother's dad. He beats, s and tells me how I am not worth the air I breath for the next 10 years, during which time my youngest brother is born. They finally get divorced when I am 14. My mom, my two younger brothers and I move into the roach infested public housing projects where us church school kids get the **** kicked out of us and told to suck it up because God doesn't like fighting. At 15 I go to the first public school I have ever been to and all the girls wanna beat the **** out of the new (and one of the only) white girl every day. I learn to fight enough to keep from getting seriously injured. Sopre year I go to a boarding academy that said everything would be paid for and then said I couldn't have any of my credits because I owed $1500 on my bill. We bounce around to homeless shelters all over Michigan and Indiana for the next year. I attended 6 different high schools. We spent a total of four months in a house before they jacked the rent up way higher than it should have been and we get kicked out. (during the last three years, due to stress and a lack of insulin, my mother loses it and starts going Schizophrenic on us, talking about how two women are controlling her life, trying to violently off herself via knives and windows in front of my two younger brothers who are between 7 and 10 at these points.) I move in with a friend because I want to finish high school in the same city and that pisses my mother off. (she wants us as miserable as her) I go through two friends in a year because the military parents wanted me to let them scream in my face about a single telephone call that they didn't get because it didn't come through on the telephone. (they called me a liar even though their three kids all confirmed it) I walked away and that made me a horrible, disrespectful *****. They gave me three days to move out. I moved in with another friend. (He was my best friend) I liked his parents and they liked me. Everything was hunky dory until Pam's mom died. I ended up being the full time caregiver of an autistic blind woman in her 40's that had the mental capacity of a two year old and could become very violent, made herself vomit if she didn't get chicken nuggets for every meal and kept me from completing high school because of course, the people who actually lived there decided they were going to live in their trailer on the lake for the summer and couldn't be bothered with us. Not to mention that the woman stopped buying food when I got a supplemental income. A guy I dated for six months in boarding academy began calling me and we quickly re-developed feelings for each other. He was with someone and so was I, but it was already over for me before we started talking, and he was with her because she had his kid. He pressed more and more for me to come and live with him. Finally I agreed and he broke it off with his girl and she went to live with her mom. haha.. I get down there (200 miles and burnt bridges from where I was living) and she is still in his apartment. We end up sleeping in the car so that he can get the police involved in the morning. I wait for three hours and then the friend who drove up with him to get me goes to find out what's going on... they had make-up and I am S.O.L. Thankfully, the friend that drove has been in love with me since we dated briefly in high school and drove me to my friend's house that lived about an hour away. I stayed with her for a while and fell in love with the guy... we'll call him Dan. So, Dan and I rent a bedroom, he's working and things are okay for about three weeks. The guy he is working for isn't paying him what he should and even though we prove it with math, we can't make rent and have to move out. We go and stay with his mom who already has her daughter (we'll say Sarah) and her two kids that she doesn't take care of. His mom works third shift and so we basically inherit two kids. He finds a job, which he gets fired from for practicing his religion. I know, illegal, but they skirt around it because the woman who fired him was not technically authorized to. He gets put down as quit. I get pregnant and we can't get medicaid because his mom makes WAY too much money. So I get a job at a gas station, work there until I have my daughter and then we move into the apartment next door to my dad. My husbands job falls through (oh yeah, we got married) so we have to move back into mom in law's house. Dan get's a job, I get a part time job, we get in to public housing and I get daycare istance for my daughter. It's all good for two months until my mom calls and says she is out of time at yet another homeless center and needs