I am eagerly writing my second book every day. It is a true story about the circumstances that led up to my abusive relationship. My childhood was crazy. I experienced things as a child that you would not believe. Not the “normal” wrong doing like sexual abuse, but much worse.
My mother was never there for me. My teeth were rotten and my hair was thick and bonded. She never did anything to take care of me. When my step-mother came along she combed my hair and put ear rings in my ears. She taught me all the things a little girl should know.
Although my dad stayed on me and my grandmother went out of her way to make me happy, something was still missing. I realized it was my mother. If she had been dead, it would have been different. But she didn’t die, she just walked away and it created a void in my life. It took years for me to come to grips with it. I go into much deeper details in my book because it is more than this blog can hold.
Sometimes things happen and you never understand why. I have learned to pray and search for understanding. Today I am a mother and a grandmother. I love being a mother and I never want my kids to feel the pain I felt. I want my children to know that they are loved.