Since the day is still young and I feel like writing, I gonna write down my mom's history. Hope she don't mind. Maybe I should go and ask her if it's alright that I put down her past, with the potential to be seen by millions of people. :)

My mom was born in Guatemala 40 years ago. *give or take a couple of months* She lived there 5 years with her grandma in a small village. So small, we still can't find it on a map. Anywho, after that, my grandma *her mom* brought her over to the states where my mom landed in a major city in California. My mom would go on living there for the next 7 years. THat is when she met my dad. My dad was 19 at the time and didn't much like her but my mom was so into so she stuck around. *that way she could grow on him, and she did* So, after getting to know him, she decided to go without the permission of her mom and move to New York. She was there for about a year. Then my dad got locked up. He had a warrant back in California. SO he was extradited there. My mom would fly back to California. To my mom's surprise, my dad was there. He had escaped, with handcuffs still on. The way he escaped was that he had an inmate make him bleed, so after that, they took him to the doctor. They simply had him sit down with the handcuffs while the nurse got the doctor. That is when he left. SO my mom went to the nearest hardware store and bought a handsaw. Somehow she got it off. He however was again arrested a few months later.

When he got out, he had decided to be a pimp. I'm serious, I have the pic to prove it. Maybe I'll find a way to upload, Neways. He would do that until my mom was pregnant with my big bro. My mom was 17. So he decided to settle down. Somewhat anyways. He became a security guard. He would end being that until we moved. WHy security guard, that way he could steal from the high rise buildings. He'd gain trust, then, boom. Anywho, 3 years went by then my mom had me. :) Things were still going ok from what I hear, though my mom says he started to be possesive. He would go to her job and check up on her.*just think, she worked for the state too. she says she was so embarrased* The bad times came as I turned 4 she says. That is when he started doing drugs. At first, it was weed, then crank, then a year after that, he started doing crack. He even had my mom on it for a while. My mom says she got out of it cause one day she was coming down she realized we were starving and that there was no food to eat. After realizing that, you would think she would have left. No, she didn't. She tried to change him for the next 2 years. To no avail. So one day, my mom called my great-aunt *my dad's aunt* and asked if we could stay there. My aunt was like, no, he always comes here, he'll find you, pack up and we'll move you. So my mom would then ask my and my big bro, where do you want to move, we got a place at the edge of town, we can stay, or we can move to a small town. We chose small town. At 3 in the morn, we caught a greyhound to this small town. Only having a 1000 dollars and knowing no one. We got there and stayed in a hotel til we found a place. THat is where my mom would start partying.

Now that my mom was free, she would go out everyday to party. Or should I say night. Well, she still had motherly instincts,so she would cook dinner before leaving. About 1 and a half years later, she had my lil sis from some guy that we'd never see again. Before having my lil sis, she brough my grandma to live with us. The logic, have her watch my lil sis at the same time take her away from the abusive man my grandma was with. My grandma did end up watching her, most of the time anyways. SOme times my grandma would get drunk and pass out. Though my gradma would slow down on the drinking as time would go on. She went from Segrams 7 to King Cobra. My mom in the mean while, would go to clubs, get drunk, sleep with some man, come home the following day. That is where my mom would get her habit from. My mom had always drank, even with my dad, but moderate,now that she wasn't with my dad, she would drink 40 ouncer after 40 ouncer of Old English 800. She would later slow down her habit after meeting Wille. Wille would be the father of my lil bro Alex. My mom was in love with Willie. She was at perhaps her best while with him. She would cook breakfast and dinner while he lived with us. He would leave because he found out my mom was pregnant. So he went out to find some bimbo. THough he still lived there until the day he hit my mom for going through his car. After that, he knew his welcome had worn out.

After that, my mom would find Rich. Rich would be the one that got my mom to party again. He'd bring his homies to play darts, smoke weed, crank, etc. For some reason my mom remembers those as the good ol days. Is was good for her, until he got kicked out and were forced homeless. Though we never stayed in the streets, he had been stuck in a motel. One with a small living room, kitchenette, and bathroom. After 2 months of that, we moved to a nice house. There again was rich. He had left while we were homeless. He had lived there for a while until my mom dumped him for this ugly asian. Bing. Bing was not attractive but he had alot of crank. He would sell it on the street. My mom had liked the free drugs, and driving fancy cars. He would later go broke, and my mom would dump him. After that, we moved again. There she would find her current abuser, i mean boyfriend, L. He has turned her into a scared, low self esteem, woman she is now. I guess it is ok, now she works, cause she feels to ugly for the clubs. There is more, but my hands hurt. Maybe for in the future.