So I have been having problems with life since i was about six years old. Thats when my dad and my Mother started to fight pyscially...I had 2 brothers to watch over while everything went down. I was more afraid then they were but I knew I had to protect them. Everyday there was soething broken and soe how one of my brothers would get hurt by glass or nails or something falling over something in the resault of the fights. I had to make sure that they were safe but no matter how hard I tried to make things better for them it always got worse for them. I didnt understand so how was I going to make them understand what was going on? Things even got more worse than that for us. We lost everything, our House our parents everything. We all moved in my Grandmothers House, then they kicked my Dad out. I knew then that life i was bad. They wouldnt let us see him or talk to him. I remember one night one of my brother fell sick, and they decided to throw a party. By they i mean my Mother Grandmother and all my aunts. I was soo mad. My brother was locked in a room scared and sick. I remeber trying to tell my Mother to give him medicen and all she told me is to stop and leave him alone. I was crying. I didnt know what to do. I was sitting in the front yard crying. I saw my dad in his truck. i ran to him and told him everything. he was so mad that he told me to get my 2 brothers and he was going to take us home. I did and we went to our old house. I really thought that we were home. then all of sudden there was cops everywhere. i ran in my room and locked them out. i was crying. i dont remember what happened between comming home and the cops and them taking me there. i really cant. i remember saying when i saw the cops what happened whats going on? and then when i was in the car i was saying to my brothers what happened? why r they here? y r we in the car? and they were crying. i didnt know wat to do or say. after a month staying with my grandmother and mother i was about 7 now. my father intered rehab. what made it worse is that my mother would never let me talk to him. i remember i was bugging her to let me call him so i can say i love you to him. she told me ok but if they dont pick up after 3 rings then u have to hang up, i let it ring 4 times and they didnt pick up. i was so mad and sad. one day i came home from school and everyone was gone. my grandmother and my aunts moved out and didnt tell us. i was confused. i didnt understand. later that night my dad came and got us and we lived in motels for a week. then one morning my dad told me that i had to say goodbye to my mother and i will see her soon again...i thought it was a game. then i saw my brothers crying...they knew it before i did. she hugged me and walked away from us. she just turned around and walked away. it was like a movie where u just stand there and watch her getting farther and farther away and not turn around to look at u. i was sad. my parents were never going to be together again. My dad explianed to us that it was not our fault and that we were going to be split up and live with his family. and that soon he will be abel to get us and live with him. first we took my baby brother to my aunts house and i remember him running after us when we left. i was so mad at both my parents for doing this to us. then my other brother went to my uncles house and i was going about ten blocks from him to my god parents who also was my aunt and uncles and had kids of their own. i got see my brother that lived ten blocks away at school everyday and that was a blessing. i need him to be close. he was my best friend at the time. we are one year apart. we got see all of eachother every weekend with my dad. we all had a hard time dealing with this. i was getting trated really bad with my godparents so i moved closer to my dad in san pedro and lived with my uncle from my dad side who was married to my aunt to my mother's side. there i was clsoe to my cousin. she took me everywhere. but yet i was still having troble at school and was sad. finally my dad got out of rehab and got a one bedroom apartment. there we all had to adjust to living in a small place and alone alot. my dad worked and we had to be alone. i must say we had some fun times being alone. we had to face that we didnt have a mom. she would come one day and promise to come the next day and she wouldnt. one time she told me she was going to call me at 6pm and i waited for hours for her call and she never did. when ever i asked my dad y doesnt my mom want us anymore or love us anymore, and he would say she is a different person now and sometimes people dont know what have until something happens to make them realize it. i had a hard time to deal with it. my dad finally got a gf name michelle. my brothers and i fell in love. she had a baby of her own. my dad was crazy about her. they got married and had a baby. my pride n joy. TO BE CONTUNE......
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