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Date: Jun 23rd, 2008 2:18:08 am - Subscribe
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Well let me introduce myself

My name is Jennifer and I am 24 years old. I am a mother and a "common law" wife.

My son is 2 1/2 years old and his name is Devon. My husbands name is Sam and I have been with him for 3 years now.

We currently reside in Prescott Valley, Arizona. About 3 months ago we moved to Tucson, Arizona from Brighton, Colorado where we have both lived for many years.

Within Colorado Sam and I have lived together in Evergreen, Lakewood and Brighton.

Well thats a little about me and where I am right now in my life.

As for the past... thats a little more detailed.

Where shall I start? Lets see. My mother at the age of 20 was a dancer, and met my father in a bar...Got married and had Me. 3 years later my mother became pregnant with my brother and left my father. She headed to Las Vegas with me and brother in the oven. There we lived in Vegas for quite a few years. My mother met and married my step father Mike who I grew to HATE. They had a child together... and that would have been my sister Caitlin. Before she was born I traveled to New York to live with my father. Came back to Las Vegas, I think when my sister was just turning 1.

Within that time, I remember my step-father physically abusing my mother, and I specifically remember one time when he threw a glass ashtray at her back and then was strangling her. My sister and brother were old enough to STOP me from getting help. From what I remember he spent some time in jail, but then my mom always took him back. I remember when my mom left my dad... I think we stayed with my Grandmother for some time...There were a few houses I remember living in... The first one was a house and was across the street from an open desert. ME and my brother Brandon had turtles there, and he had left them outside, they either died or ran away. Pretty sure they died tho. Another house, I call the roach house. It was infested with Insects... Was disgusting. Here is where alot of the problems started... well from what I remember anyhow. Here is where Mike really starting beating and abusing my brother and I. I was maybe 10 years old and my duty was to clean the kitchen and do all the dishes. Now, being a 10 year old girl and even seeing BUGS... Really freaked me out. But I had to get used to it and keep quiet. Every time I opened a cabinet, tuns of cockroaches would scurry to hide. If the oven was turned on... we REALLY had to wait for it to PREHEAT all the way... to make sure all the bugs got out...and bot that was a sight... It was kinda like in that movie Joe's Apartment. Literally.
I had a few friends- One that I remember was Erin. I wish I was able to find her now. But I cant even remember her last name for the life of me.
I also had my first kiss while living at that house. His name was Josh Harris. And from what I remember it didn't end all that wonderful. Had my first fist fight- with a girl I thought was my friend... She cheated and came up behind me while I was walking home from school. That wasn't pretty.

We moved to Colorado for some reason. Ended up staying with Mikes sister in Morrison. It was a small house but it was fun for me and my siblings. We got along well with Terry's (Mikes Sister) kids. Did alot of camping.

We moved into a house that was only a few blocks away from Terry. A gray house with Black trim On ZANG St. This house was crooked. My bedroom was the basement. I remember having lots of sleep overs with two of my friends Laura Helzer and Jessica Weatherington. School was good for the most part. I remember being in the 6th grade, the trend was the baggy elephant jeans at the time. I wanted so badly to fit in, but of course never really did. Me and my few friends went through this stage after watching the movie The Craft. We thought we were witches. and I remember at lunch we would go out into the field and call the corners. Lol those were the good times. I had a birthday party at that house on Zang and we pretended to drip blood into a glass of koolaid and drink each other in. Anyone who's seen the movie would know what Im talking about.

Another memory I have at this house on Zang would be Mike hitting my mom again, and breaking her glasses. At the time I think He was working a job where he would stay on the job all through the week and be home the weekends. Well after she and him had the fight, I was in the garage and I remember her coming out of the house crying and holding her broken glasses in her hands saying to me that we were leaving... She told me that on that Thursday she would start selling stuff to get money so we could leave. Not really sure where we would be going... But I was excited. Like I said I hated Mike.

sadly, We never left. Cuz my they gave us the news that they were having a baby... And thats when my youngest Brother Chris comes into the picture. MY mom kept us guessing ALL freaking day long... Thought it was gunna be something good like Were going to Disney Land or something...

I had started smoking at this house too... Got caught stealing cigs from my mom once, cuz I put em in my brothers Coat pocket and he was only like 8 years old. Pfff my mom knew it was me.

We were eventually evicted tho. And had to move. They found another house in the same neighborhood- on the complete other side of it of course. This was the house with the most memories. ALkire St. Not many good ones tho. There is where my brother left to live with my dad. I became a clepto. Where I first tried pot. First time sneaking out of the house. Got the shit kicked outta me to many times to count. Got suspended from School. Shipped to Minnesota. Im sure Ill come back to this house again...

I was then living in Minnesota with my Dad, brother and Aunt Kelly. There I was the ripe age of 12 and still a clepto... I started school and making friends wasn't going so well... so I thought I could help the process a little by giving pretty gifts to ppl I wanted to befriend me. I stole crystal figurines from my aunts house. and gave them away to people on the school bus. About a week went by and I had friends... Things were going good and my aunt had NO IDEA. or so I thought. Brandon comes in to get me on my lunch hour and tells me shes here and shes pissed. She took my to my locker and tore everything out of it in search of her crystals. I was kind laughing in my head cause they weren't even in my locker, they were in my backpack. wrapped up all pretty in paper towels. After me picking up and putting everything back in my locker she drove us back to her house. Now this happened like 3 days after my father had his back surgery. and I felt horrible that he had to get up out of bed to get me to talk. HE ended up calling the police and having them take me and my brother to a home... Even tho my brother had nothing to do with the crystals... he had just found out that morning on the bus on the way to school. Poor kid. Anyhow, I had to give the police a list of kids who I gave the crystals to. I did... I think there were maybe only a few I couldn't remember, But I guess all those kids gave the crystals up to the police with no argument. there were like 5 that had broke. Well anyhow, the police took us to a place called the Itaskan Home. I guess this is a place where parents could send there kids when they couldn't handle them anymore. A temporary thing. Well we were there for like 3 days and then it was the weekend. My dad dropped off a bag of clothes for me and left taking my brother with him. And the clothes he brought me were the ugliest and oldest clothes I had. I guess the reason he didn't take me with him is because my Aunt had decided to press theft charges on me... I didn't know this at the time. Like a week later I was taken to a foster home. Like a 3 hour drive from where I lived with my aunt and dad. It was Bigfork, MN. I lived there for maybe 5-6 months. Made some friends. Thought I was a lesbian at one point there. lol she looked like a guy!!!

After that I was sent to a group home. The Snyder's. I can say this now, that being there was the best thing that could have happened to me... But I sure as hell wouldn't have been caught saying something like that then.
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