Post by pipedreamer on Jun 16, 2011 2:31:01 GMT -5
I was born to two wonderful people, Joanne and Michael. They were amazing. When I was 5 I fell off a bar and had a grand mal seizure. I have no memories from before the accident. Any thing that I know from before was all through home movies. When I was 6 my younger brother was born. A little while after that my parents got divorced. I lived with my mom at my Memoms house until we moved in with her new boyfriend Mike. He seemed nice in the beginning but then he got into drugs and became violent. He told me never to talk back to him and to never back sass, but being the hardheaded kid I was, I talked back and he back handed me and said if I ever talked back again, worse would happen. And what did I do? I defied him. I'm not sure why I did. All I know is that i wasn't scared of him. I guess in my mind i justified it with that fact that my dad was an ex marine and he could beat the crap out of him. But i never told my dad. He still doesn't know to this day. I then noticed that my mom began using drugs as well. She would take both me and my one year old brother to Camden so she could buy her "Fix." She didn't think I knew what was going on because she kept telling me that it was candy for grown ups. I wasn't dumb. I was a very bright child and I knew exactly what was happening. She was snort lines, shoot up, and whatever else right in front of me. Thats something a little child should never have to see. A one year old and a seven year should never have to see the horrors on the back streets of Camden.
Mike and my mom ended up breaking up because she found out what he was doing to me. She then moved to a boarding house in Camden and sent me and my brother to live with my dad and step mom. We were fine there. Life was looking good for me and my brother. Except every other weekend. Those were when we visited my mom in Camden. I remember one time we visited and all she did was leave me and my brother in her bedroom and the house while she went out to do God only knows what. Being seven years old, I had no idea how to take care of a one year old. So I waited till she got home. I didn't see her again until she had to take me home. All I remember is my brother screaming his head off when my step mom picked him up. His diaper hadn't been changed in two days. And the poor little guy had feces stuck to him. My dad dint want us visiting her again but he had no choice. Two weekends later he had to pick my and my crying brother up from a police station because she was arrested.
I haven't seen her since i was seven. I am 20 years old now. I spoke to her a few times over the course of two years. Its been one since I last contacted her. My brother has no memory of her. He thought my step mom was his real one until two years ago and he cried for hours. She lives down in Florida and was clean for 10 years but she is now believed to have started again.
I believe that what I have experienced in my life has made me stronger in so many ways. It has given my faith in myself. It has shown me that I can stand through anything that life throws my way and I am determined to stand tall with my head held high. I am strong. I am Confident. I am a believer. I am Brandi.
Mike and my mom ended up breaking up because she found out what he was doing to me. She then moved to a boarding house in Camden and sent me and my brother to live with my dad and step mom. We were fine there. Life was looking good for me and my brother. Except every other weekend. Those were when we visited my mom in Camden. I remember one time we visited and all she did was leave me and my brother in her bedroom and the house while she went out to do God only knows what. Being seven years old, I had no idea how to take care of a one year old. So I waited till she got home. I didn't see her again until she had to take me home. All I remember is my brother screaming his head off when my step mom picked him up. His diaper hadn't been changed in two days. And the poor little guy had feces stuck to him. My dad dint want us visiting her again but he had no choice. Two weekends later he had to pick my and my crying brother up from a police station because she was arrested.
I haven't seen her since i was seven. I am 20 years old now. I spoke to her a few times over the course of two years. Its been one since I last contacted her. My brother has no memory of her. He thought my step mom was his real one until two years ago and he cried for hours. She lives down in Florida and was clean for 10 years but she is now believed to have started again.
I believe that what I have experienced in my life has made me stronger in so many ways. It has given my faith in myself. It has shown me that I can stand through anything that life throws my way and I am determined to stand tall with my head held high. I am strong. I am Confident. I am a believer. I am Brandi.