My Biography
Mood:  don't ask
Yes, this is my biography....Ok, where do I even start? Hmmm. Yah my dad did die before I was born and I lived with my mother for 2 or 3 years. She would drop me off at peoples houses and leave me there and say "Oh I will be back to get her in a day or two." Yah maybe 1 or 2 weeks or even months! There is this one memory I still have that flashes through my head every now and then...my mom stands me up on a sidewalk at my cousins house and says "Bye Baby" and then drives off and me, only 2 years old. Screaming and crying chasing after the car.
Yah I loved my mom and I was too young to realize how bad a person she was. She started dropping me off at my grandmothers house after a while. Or at my aunts. I was recently told by my aunt that when I was at her house once...when I was little...I took candy, sweet tarts, I think, and took my cousin in the bathroom and crushed them with a lighter and started to snuff it up my nose from where I had seen my mother do it.
I was starved to where I could have died any minute before my Grandma took custody of me. She had to keep me from eating out of a trash can. Yah I didn't really understand that she was actually going to feed me. I have 5 half sisters. Haven't talked to any of them for I don't know how many years. I know their names though. Ashley, Carrie, Sarah, Chelsie and Celsie. Chelsie and Celsie were twins. They are one year younger than me.
When I was 8 years old, living a GREAT life with my grandma...my mother calls. After 6 years she calls and explains, oh I've changed and I didn't know of drugs or anything like that because I had never been introduced to it. Or I didn't understand it. But she asked my grandma if she could take me for a day out. My grandma said yes. She said yes because she figured I would hold it against her if she didn't let me go. I just recently found that out, because I asked her why she let me go with my mother.
Well, then I moved in with my mom for 2 months. THEY WERE THE WORST 2 MONTHS OF MY ENTIRE LIFE!! Lets see, I got beaten and abused. Almost got raped by my moms boyfriend. I was in a terrible car accident. I still have a knot on my head from it. I practically ALMOST lost my mind. I went crazy. I'm told that when I went to school that my grades DROPPED completely and I wouldn't talk and that I drew large black circles on peices of paper like some mental person. I can't even explain what I went through. She moved me out of the county to Berea. Where I had to go to a completely new school. She was trying to get me away from my family. I know what she was doing. There is this one memory I have that I am laying in my bed and then I hear my mom and her bf...having sex.
YAH AND ME 8 YEARS OLD...I DIDN'T KNOW OF ANYTHING LIKE THAT HAHAHAH...and I thought that he was hurting her because you know the sounds women make when they are having sex. Just things of life. lol. I started crying and yah it was bad...But then I called my Grandma one night..my mom and bf and everyone else in the house was a sleep. I snuck and called and asked her to come and get me. So she did. Then she told my mother to stay away from me. So now 13 years old. Haven't seen her...oh yah wait, I seen her LAST YEAR at walmart..yah biggest shocker of my life.
My grandma, just smiled at her and everything. She acted all sweet and stuff...yah RIGHT! Now I live in a nice home, I wear nice clothes, I am fed, I am not abused, and I am taken care of...and I owe that all to my grandma!! I love her so much. I owe it to my dad as well, because without him watching over me, I might not be alive right now. : )