My Life

Early Years

Picture this young girl of 5 years old waiting for her mom to come pick her up from her grandma's house. She waits and waits but never shows. She called while I was waiting by the door. She said that she had errands to run, that she would be by in the morning. The morning turned into afternoon and the afternoon turned into overnight. My mom is a witch. She only cares about herself. This has been the story of my life and the trials that I have endured at the hands of my mother.

My life has been anything but perfect and this will hopefully give you a little inside what it was like growing up being raised by your grandma and an aunt and uncle. They have been my rocks for as long as I can remember and, honestly, if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be where I am now in my life. Tribulations and Expectations of how I was raised will be the starting point in this book.

My mother was one of those mothers that only cared about three things.

A man

A bottle

And herself

Be prepared to shed a few tears along the way.