Queen of Drama

Sorry I never got around to the post about my mother this weekend. I really don't know why I didn't. We did absolutely nothing all weekend and it was great. See school starts tomorrow and this was my last weekend free of homework and stress.

Saturday we slept in a little bit, I made breakfast for the kiddies. We lounged around all day and just watched movies. Oh and I did laundry. Fun, I bet your jealous. Sunday we decided we were tired of TV so we went to lunch and to go walk around the mall for a couple hours. I spent some time outside with my angel boy when we got home. It was the first evening that it was below 100 degrees before dark so I took advantage. All in all it was a great relaxing weekend.

School starts tomorrow and I am so not looking forward to it. I don't really mind it but I just feel like I haven't really had a break, and it sucks. So I have to go to orientation tomorrow at 1210 and 325. Both of those classes are self paced so we just have to show up for the first day. It's not that bad but I have to drive to that campus once a week to turn in homework and take tests. I guess I really shouldn't be complaining it could be worse.

So we will start the story about this women who is supposed to be my mother...

My life before we moved to Arizona, when I was 9, was the typical childhood story. Nothing out of the ordinary, other than my mother and father were divorced and my mom was remarried and had my brother a year later. I am 4 years older than he is.

So my grandmother gets cancer and my mom decides that she is going to divorce my brothers dad "S" and move to be closer to my grandma. We move out here to this little 1 bedroom apt. My mom has no money, no job and a broken car. So it takes a little while for things to get a little stable. She finds a job and buys a little shitty car that I think my grandparents gave her money for.

For the next 2 years it is the same story. She dates every man that lives in our apartment complex, goes out every night while I'm at home with my brother. Finds these girlfriends that are like 21 years old to go out with and pick up guys. Mind you she is 35 by this point. Now being 9 years old there is only so much you can take. This was all very new to me. She had been the typical leave it to beaver mom the first 9 years of my life and now all of a sudden she's never home, always drunk and bringing random guys home from the bar.

By the time I turned 11 I had had enough. I was always taking care of my little brother, and pretty much left to fend for ourselves. I woke up one night to one of her drunken temper tantrums. I got out of bed to go see if she was OK, as I walked down the hallway and went to turn into the dining room a plate went flying by my face almost hitting me. She was pissed off about who knows what and so she thought it would make her feel better to throw everything that was breakable off the balcony. I called my dad the next day, who was by then remarried and living in Texas, to come and get me. He was there 2 days later.

I lived with my dad the next 2 and half years. I loved my dad and still do but his wife was horrible. She had a son before she met my dad and he was a few years younger than me. I think she was a little jealous of me. I know it sounds stupid for a grown ass women to be jealous of an 11 year old child but I was daddy's little girl. So as much as life was normal for me then I really missed my mom. I know she had issues but she was my mom.

The summer before I turned 14, my dad had bought me a ticket to go visit my mom for 2 weeks. She had just had my sister the April before, so I was really excited to go see her. In the time I had lived with my dad I hadn't seen my mom once, only heard from her about once a week. So I'm not sure why I wanted to go back, but I did. Once I was at my mom's I decided I didn't want to go back with my dad, I wanted to stay with her. I think that my main reason was my sister, and I know now with everything that has happened recently that it was for the best. Needless to say my dad was pissed when my mom called him and told him I wasn't coming home and she tore up my plane ticket. I didn't see my dad again until I was almost 24.

My sister's dad had left my mother when she was only 2 months old. The month after I returned home she started dating "R" and they quickly moved in together. They would eventually get married and stayed together almost 8 years. The time they were together I think things were pretty OK. We never really had any money, but we made it, we moved every year always to a different apartment and by the end of those 8 years they were fighting all the time.

In the last 2 years they were together I had moved out with a boyfriend, stayed gone about a year and moved back home. It would only be 5 months before they would split for good. My mother being the wonderful women she is started screwing one of R's friends before she kicked him out. She always had to have a back up plan. 3 months later she decided she couldn't afford to take care of all of us, so she kicked me out and sent my brother who was then 17 to go live with his father who he hadn't seen in 12 years in another state. She took my sister and got this shitty little apt by themselves. She had no car and a crappy job.

Within the next 5 months she would break up with that boyfriend and start dating a man who lived in the same complex, who was a friend of the ex. So I found out in April that I was pregnant with angel boy and had to find somewhere to move. The girl I had been living with was also pregnant and already had a son, too many people for the already too small house. So my mom made me an offer, she would move into boyfriends apt and I could have hers and not pay rent, if I kept my sister who at the time was 9. I agreed. The 7 months I lived there I don't think my mom ever came to our apt and hardly ever spent time with G(my sister).

Two weeks before I had my son, my brother came back from his dad's and was staying with me. This was a 1 bedroom apt, with me, my sis, and my bro. I was about to give birth and couldn't have everyone there after I did. So my mom took my sis back.

So she marries boyfriend "M" (the 5th one) and they move to his mom's house. Classy right?? I move with my brother to a nicer, bigger apartment where we live for 2 years. In the these 2 years my mom and M split 3 times, once coming to stay at my house for 2 months. Do you think she gave us a fucking dime, nope!! She gets her own place and then a few months later goes back to M. The problem with M is that he has a shitty paying job and has 4 kids he pays child support for.In the last year his mom died, and left them her house. This house is over 100 years old, in a horrible part of town, really small and falling apart. But hell they don't pay rent so it works. He makes no money and either does my mom. He never sees his kids and doesn't really like my sister. They fight constantly about her. He drinks too much and now so does my mother. Just like old times!!

January of 06 I move to my own apt with angel boy. I am working part time and going to school part time, just like I am now. I get us a 1 bedroom apt, and it works. Its cute, good neighbor hood and finally my own place. G starts spending the weekends with me because things at home are getting worse. They are always fighting, she is now not getting along with my mom, life for her is just pretty bad. So when school gets out for the summer, she starts staying with me.

The last Sunday in July, G was with my mom and M at some work party for M. They were both pretty drunk and my mom was pissed at M because he was talking to other people. I know god forbid. So they get home and are fighting and G call's me crying. Now you have to understand this is a little girl that never cries, so I know its bad. I ask her if she wants me to come get her because by this point I can hear them fighting and it sounds bad. So I wake up angel boy and drive the 30 min to my mom's house. My mother is waiting for me in the driveway and the first words out of her mouth are "don't let her come back here". OK what the fuck???

G had plans the next day to go to Disneyland with a friend of hers and they would be gone a week. So I thought we would have everything all figured out by the time she got back. The first few days, my mom's story was, she would save some money and get her own place, because she wasn't going to choose a man over her child. Then all of a sudden it was she just couldn't leave and she had the fucking nerve to tell me "I know you don't really have the money or the room to keep her but you can figure it out". So over a year later I still have G, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

There is a lot of details in the last year that I need to explain but I'm getting tired and this post is already entirely too long. I'll finish tomorrow.