I thought I was a normal person living a normal life….until I told my story aloud!!
In my mind I’m a normal 27 that had “different” beginnings….apparently there’s nothing normal about me!!
Born to teenage parents who were essentially products of their environment. I was born on my dads 17th birthday. Unfortunately he had gotten into some trouble a few months before and was serving a jail sentence for armed robbery or something of that nature. I mean just imagine being 16 with your second kid on the way…I could imagine his back was to the wall and he did what he felt was necessary!! My mom had a few…or a lot of criminal dealings as well. Growing up the child of a drug addict gives you a different kind of tough skin I’m sure!! She too, to my understanding, did the best she could with the circumstances at hand! For a great deal of her life she sold drugs. I actually remember baby food jars being used to “cook up” crack cocaine using a hot plate!! And all the great shit I got as s kid from addicts selling anything for their next hit!
So I’ve never really lived with my parents…there’s been times when my mom lived with me and my grandma but I don’t ever recall a time were it was just me and mom or me and dad. My grandmother assumed the role, and did a great job if you ask me, of being my mom! She stayed on drugs until I was about 6…it’s crazy because she still tells the story it’s like she just decided she had to change for me no rehab just prayer and a change of setting! We moved from Algiers to Marrero and things were uphill from there!!
Growing up is when I kinda felt different…all of my friends lived with their parents. And to make matters worse I was the only child by my mom so I really didn’t have anyone to relate, no one shared my struggle…that I knew of. I’d say I was a good kid other than the fact that I hated bathing 😩 seriously baths use to make me itch!! lol I had a routine…I sat on the edge of the tub and washed 1 arm because my grandma would always do the smell check!! Eventually she caught on to me…maybe the crystal clear water gave it away!!😂 it’s safe to say %90 of my whoopings were somehow related to me bathing!! Thank God I grew out of that right 😩😂😩😂
I was never a popular kid and I’d do anything to make friends! I diagnosed myself with type 2 only child syndrome…main symptom is being socially retarded! lol I was willing to give away anything to gain a friend…snacks, toys, money, you name it!!! But I couldn’t deal with anyone for to long😩 one summer Ashley came down from Mississippi to stay with us and about a week in I was asking my grandma to tell her to go home😩😂😩 I just couldn’t deal!! I didn’t do well in competitive situations either…6th grade year I tried out for the dance team back then I was even a more horrible dancer than I am now…of course I didn’t make the team😩😂 I spent my entire homeroom period crying my eyes out😩 so my homeroom teacher ended up talking the dance team coach into letting me on the team😂 and in high school I was the first Katrina evacuee to arrive…I’m sure they felt sorry for me so I was asked what I’d like to do…so I became a cheerleader 😎 wasn’t good at that either but I was apart of the team!!
Working was the first thing I liked and was good at!! I’m one hell of and interviewer and the idea of independence has always been exciting to me!
To be continued….