Very long read about my life up till now

I have no place in this world, my parents didn't want me around. It was just a one night stand, i was an accident. I spent 3 or 4 year living in a "happy" family. Me, my half brother, my mom and dad i had a good start, going to a christian school thinking that i was going to have a happy life. Then one day my mom and were fighting right in front of me and iwas taken away, to live with my dad. I lived with him, my grandma, and uncle Weds-Satthen i went to my mom's house Sun-Tues. I slowly started to crumble being passed around. My mom moved in with some guy and didn't tell me until she already moved. Later she broke up with him and moved to an apartment. I was still being passed around while my bother had to be moved all over the place with my mom, he began a horrible hatred towards her. I was going to a Christian school up until 4th grade where my family couldn't afford the money to send me there. I lost all my childhood friends. From there i went to one of the roughest school in town. I was begining to lose all thoughts about religion and in my 2 years there made some good friends. My mom moved 3 more times in those two years and was now living with a friend of my dad's who was now an enimy, i never found out why. I was sent to a psychotherapist to see how i was doing about my mom and dads break "i was fine" she said, hmph shows how much she knows. I also was only going to my moms on sundays now. Well after my 2 years at that school my dad, grandma, and uncle moved out to the country side of town and now i have to a country school. I made some friends there but it was going to be a lot harder since the cliques were beginning in 6th grade. Well to shorten it all up in the next 3 years my mom and dad no longer even spoke or communicated at all and she was living in a crappy house with my brother. Not much happen during this time other than my mom missing my 8th grade graduation. I finished grade school at that school and went to a fairly new high school. About half way in my freshman year i almost completly stopped seeing my mom, in my soph was the last time i saw her. I have grown up quick and learned that i have not had a childhood and after finding out at such a young age (5 or 6) that i souldn't be alive damages a person. The part that kills me is that when i look back and see if i wasn't born so many people would have a better life. My mom and dad would never have broken up ( it was something i did to make the argument happen) my dad wouldn't have had to close his business (it was just beginning when i was born and he couldn't support the family) my brother would have got more attention. So many possibilities lost because of me, so many people would have lived in a much more happy world if i wasn't there. I haven't been able to help anyone i have only hurt the ones that i love.