To Grandmothers House We Go

Things trudged along, I continued to work, and try to focus a bit, as much as needed. I lived with my grandmother for a few months. But I started to get into trouble, sneaking out not coming home on time. She caught me and things weren’t looking good. My mother ended up developing another cyst on her spine. Since I was 10 she had developed about 3 different types of cancer, cancerous pollocks on her intestine, uterine cancer, the cysts, they scheduled the surgery to remove it. Prior to the surgery my grandmother forced me to go back and live with her(Mom). She felt it was my responsibility to take care of her. I did but things didn’t go well. I had to cook , clean take care of the house and her. Change her bandages, bathe her etc. Most things went well but I was not a very good cook. She would scream at me, ridicule me, and I was the focus of her anger and pain. I ended up crying into the arms of my best friend whom she hated(more on that later). After about 2 months my sister moved back and things were cool for a second.

When summer came I had a full time job. During the summer my mom had moved her sorry ass boyfriend in with us, him and his son. About a month after they moved in my Aunt Annetta passed away. I had only seen a picture of her once, and I was sad but not to upset. My Mother and Uncles decided to drive to Ohio for the burial. We were left in the care of her loser Boyfriend. This was going to be interesting. It started at as a power struggle, he was the man it was his house.. LOL shit…… he had another thing coming. He attempted to be a tyrant for two days , then him and his son left to go somewhere. Well when they came back they couldn't get in. They banged cussed tripped, they weren’t on the lease.. My sister and I defrosted the fridge and threw hunks of ice at them out of the windows.. I cant help but to laugh that shit was priceless… After about 4 hours later they called my mom, who called us. Under violent threats we relented, but life was never the same. They moved out after a couple of months right before the summer was over.

I have always had a passion for fashion, my mom not so much. She would say you have expensive taste I hope you get a good job. The year before my clothing budget for back to school had been something like 200 bucks... It wasn't much but I did my best to make it work. Well I was sure this year would be different so sure. And it was just not how I thought it would be. I worked all summer, and at the end of the summer I got a check for like 900 dollars, plus what I had saved up.. We had a two bedroom and the living situation was cramped. I had been window shopping and had a plan. Plus I was going to stack some money. Well 2 days later the electricity got cut off. I was upset and asked how much so I could pay the bill I had my money hidden in the house. It was like 350... I was hot but I paid it. This was one of my many financial contributions. With her not working, it seemed like I was paying the bills, and the bill money was supplying her habits. SMH.

Well I ended up going to hang out with friends one evening and when i returned home my money was gone. Every cent. No Bull Shit. I knew who did it, and I confronted her... She denied it, lied around it, wouldn't fess up and I was through. I had a stack maybe 1200, and all of it was gone. Confronting her had done no good, fighting wasn’t going to make it better. It was too late to try to work up more cash school started in a matter on weeks. So i was stuck. That year she took me to a thrift store with a hundred dollars for school clothes. By then I started plotting a way out. I felt bad because I would have to leave my sister behind but I was not having this.