About 6 months ago, I R( will not disclose age) my older brother, J, very young brother, K, younger sister, E, my mom(36), stepfather(39) were homeless and did not have a proper home. I will also not disclose certain information as this is still a legal case.

Backstory, so my mom had 5 children one of them having moved out. She previously had a stable job at a firm that I believed worked in washing(not sure). When I was 8 my father was murdered in a shooting after defending his brother from a robbery. Sadly my parents were already divorced because of my father being abusive, though he was trying to change to have a chance to spend time with his sons. I think this was the turning point, as after this she married my stepfather, who I believe worked in maintenance. Flat out though he was a drug addict who turned my mom into a complete and utter manipulator in my opinion. Fast forward, we are living in a large house, with my older sister, N being the main caretaker. My mom and stepdad were almost never home and if they were they did not give anytime to us children. Long story short we got evicted because my parents could not afford rent. We then were living in motels and hotels, and once our car got stolen we essentially did not have anything except for our items in a stolen U-Haul. We constantly were getting kicked out for noise complaints because of my younger siblings, and trashed rooms because my parents never taught us to clean our living area. Also at this point is when my brother started taking his anger out on me and my younger sibling by constantly hitting and slapping us, and while it shames me to admit this, I also was abusive to my siblings. I now understand what I was doing made me a monster. Eventually we found a two bedroom house, quite small when you have to accommodate 7 people. I forgot to mention this but my mom is a hoarder, and the living room was filled to the brim with her "stuff". To give you a glimpse of my life during this period, Me and J were sleeping on baby mattresses while my two younger siblings slept with us, and our parents on a blow up mattress in a different room. Eventually we got kicked out for hoarding stuff inside and outside and having mold, maggots, cockroaches and rats in the house. I also found pictures of a pink crystal on my mom's phone(not really relevant). While moving out we did not have a place to stay except for our rundown 2001 Honda Civic, and so, per usual, us children have to sleep outside in a tent, STILL on the property, while my parents get to sleep in the car. Eventually I get fed up, and so I walked some distance to a Quiktrip and told them my situation. They brought me to a children's home and picked up my other siblings, so they could question each of us. They asked me questions about suicidal and mental health questions and I apparently scored horrible. The police officers immediately took me to a hospital, where I was taken in for mental evaluation. They determined I would need to spend time at a mental health facility. I am lucky though, because the facility I went to, Camber(I believe that's what it is called) was a nice environment. It was the first time I truly belonged and was happy. This isn't the end though, because a week after they took me in, they released me to guess who? My mom, the same one they found evidence on about neglecting me and my siblings, the one who legally didn't own a house. As I go back guess where we were? At the house we got evicted from. The worst part though is that the legal system was really convinced that because my mother could afford ONE day in an expensive hotel, she could care for us. And as soon as I go back to her she manipulates me into thinking I was the problem, and says she almost killed herself( spoiler, she never thought that). Eventually we end up homeless, living on the streets and begging for money in front of McDonald's and Wendy's. Keep in mind, I had two siblings under the age of 7. One time we had to sleep under a tunnel the weather was so bad. Eventually, God bless her, a lady takes us in, even though she already has four children. And do you wanna know how my parents thanked her? By completely disrespecting her by staying out late partying and leaving the lady to make dinner for children who weren't even her own. As would any human being, she decides enough is enough and kicks us out, and the first thing my mom does is assault her and pin the blame on my moms children. That night we had to sleep at a park. Afterwards we went to the abandoned house NEXT DOOR to the lady who just kicked us out and lived there for a whole week and a half. Whenever the lady who kicked us out finds out though, because she is so nice offers to give us food and blankets, and my mom and stepdad just take full advantage of her. Keep in mind this whole time my mom had money from my dead father, she just decided to spend it on gambling and drugs, instead of doing something to get out of our situation. At this point I call the only person I knew would help, My uncle on my dads side of the family. Long story short my mom assaults him for trying to "steal" his children and the cops are called. My mom realizes that she could have her other children taken and so she drives off with her friend and the rest of my direct family. The cops take me in to the same children's home, after investigating the abandoned house and finding reasonable evidence we had lived there, take me to the same children's home, where they determined I was suicidal and sent me to a different Camber in a different city. I was there for two weeks and after that time I was lost and confused about where my life was headed. And so, the police pick me up and drive me to a more private children's home where I had my own room, kind of like an all day and night daycare. About a week passes and I learn I get to go live with my grandparents. I can admit, at first I did not want to go with them, as my mom had manipulated me into thinking that my grandparents were a bunch of rotten scum. After a week or so things started to feel, I don't know, happy again? After that I had my birthday, where they gave me a phone, which made me cry, because I was incredibly grateful to be living with loving people, especially considering I hadn't been given anything in quite a while. Next up was thanksgiving, where my extended family came over for dinner. On Christmas I received an Xbox, and now I'm happy with life and I'm in therapy, but I can't stop thinking that I should never had done this, because my siblings are stuck with my emotionally and physically abusive parents, with no house or safe place. And sometimes I still really miss them, and the fact that my mom has instilled that she's not the problem and me and my siblings are for years, I can't help but wonder if maybe I am the asshole.