stoops the eternal pimp
8/2/2010, 12:20 PM
Its been 9 months since she left this world...I feel like talking or typing now..
My mother and father separated while she was pregnant with me and they were divorced soon..My mother struggled to make good decisions with her life and found herself in one bad relationship after another..moving in with men in nasty hotels, my grandparents would have to find me and my brother and take us out of those places frequently...one place my grandma found me, I was covered with roaches...luckily i only remember a little of that..
She tried to trade me for a couch and a loveseat to some people...she tried once to trade me for a blue chevette...I guess those people didnt find it to be a fair trade.
she met and married a man who hated me...throw me into brick walls, lock me in the closets.When I would wake up in the morning, she would place me and my brother outside and not let us back into the house until it was dark...Some nights I wasn't let back in and had to sleep in the cellar....when I was 4 he beat me with a trash can and a boot because I couldnt put my shoes on the right feet...all the while she let it happen..they would only cook foods my brother and i hated or were allergic to..and then abuse me for not eating..
he stabbed me in my side and later tried to suffocate me with a pillow...pushed me out of a car going down a paved road once..His sisters children would give me what they told me was candy and it would turn out to be their mother's drugs...and then I would get beat for taking them..
at the age of 6, I was rescued out of the home after my mother had hid me in a boarding school at Ardmore for a few months...I went to live with my grandparents who adopted me and my brother..The only time I saw her after that was a couple of years ago I was in a gas station in another town and she happened to walk in..I went into the bathroom and hid until she left...
February of last year, my mother calls me to me she has brain tumors and she wanted to see me...she had never seen my wife or kids so I felt like I needed to let her meet and see them..we met and talked some, even though she was still married to the man who did that stuff...we began to talk once in a while and we formed somewhat of a civil relationship...as things got better between us, her health got worse quickly...After only 8 months, she was gone..
Today it hurts...badly..I still get mad at her..most of the time im not...But the bible verse I read when I spoke at her funeral is true
Proverbs 10:12 Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers over all wrongs.
My mother and father separated while she was pregnant with me and they were divorced soon..My mother struggled to make good decisions with her life and found herself in one bad relationship after another..moving in with men in nasty hotels, my grandparents would have to find me and my brother and take us out of those places frequently...one place my grandma found me, I was covered with roaches...luckily i only remember a little of that..
She tried to trade me for a couch and a loveseat to some people...she tried once to trade me for a blue chevette...I guess those people didnt find it to be a fair trade.
she met and married a man who hated me...throw me into brick walls, lock me in the closets.When I would wake up in the morning, she would place me and my brother outside and not let us back into the house until it was dark...Some nights I wasn't let back in and had to sleep in the cellar....when I was 4 he beat me with a trash can and a boot because I couldnt put my shoes on the right feet...all the while she let it happen..they would only cook foods my brother and i hated or were allergic to..and then abuse me for not eating..
he stabbed me in my side and later tried to suffocate me with a pillow...pushed me out of a car going down a paved road once..His sisters children would give me what they told me was candy and it would turn out to be their mother's drugs...and then I would get beat for taking them..
at the age of 6, I was rescued out of the home after my mother had hid me in a boarding school at Ardmore for a few months...I went to live with my grandparents who adopted me and my brother..The only time I saw her after that was a couple of years ago I was in a gas station in another town and she happened to walk in..I went into the bathroom and hid until she left...
February of last year, my mother calls me to me she has brain tumors and she wanted to see me...she had never seen my wife or kids so I felt like I needed to let her meet and see them..we met and talked some, even though she was still married to the man who did that stuff...we began to talk once in a while and we formed somewhat of a civil relationship...as things got better between us, her health got worse quickly...After only 8 months, she was gone..
Today it hurts...badly..I still get mad at her..most of the time im not...But the bible verse I read when I spoke at her funeral is true
Proverbs 10:12 Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers over all wrongs.