
I thought I would continue with a few stories of me. They do not deeply affect me as they used to, I had to let go and move on, but perhaps, it might just help someone else.
About the time I became pregnant, my brother joined up in the airforce, and soon thereafter my parents separated. As a 17 year old, I was so young, lost without my brother, and felt great guilt over my parents sepertation..of course this had to be my fault..me being pregnant and all.
So..my options were very limited in life, and at 17..I was married..Kenny was 19.
We lived on very limited money of course, I waitressed; he picked up odd jobs here and there. I would save my money for rent, and hide it in my sock drawer, but he would always find it for beer and party money. When I became “mom” this part of my life ended. I wanted to protect my child…and we butted heads about this often.
With Kenny being so young, his friends thought it great him having his own place to crash..party..break beer bottles on our walls…it infuriated me, especially with a crying child at 2 am with metallica blasting in the next room.
Fights started to now get physical…and I found out I was pregnant..again..
Go figure..you miss two little ol birth control pills…
We were being evicted out of our home so we had to move. Kenny found a small trailer to move into, and I gave him all my tip money. I had enough money left over to fill up the natural gas tank for the heat and stove.
I had worked a 10 hour shift and picked up my daughter at my sister in laws. I was tired, and we still had to unpack.
I came home and the gas was not turned on..the money was gone..along with my secret stash of diaper money. It was already 10 at night and I was exhausted, and burst into tears..and landed on my knees rocking my child in my arms..no heat…
no heat...
no heat..I bawled...and felt completly defeated..
it was February and 28 degrees out….no gas for the stove, no microwave… I kept Kayla in her jacket..she was hungry, I was hungry…well..through creative thought process I made grilled cheese on the coffee maker hot top, and soup using hot water through the coffee maker…
Kayla was a year and a half..I bundled her up as best I could, laid next to her, and realized in this piece of crap trailer I could see my own breath…that’s when I got in my car to find Kenny…this was enough!
I found him drunk at his brothers house..I asked him where the money went, and he was infuriated that I asked this in front of his family, he took me aside, we started to argue,
and before I knew it
he kicked me in the stomach
and threw me down
knowing that I was pregnant…
The money I had made that evening was taken to buy beer with...his brother turned the other cheek as though nothing had happened..
I was shaken...I did not know what to do...so I took Kayla and I held her as she slept with me in the car with the heater on.
The next morning, I had three dollars in change..kayla was hungry…I was hungry..We went to burger king and I had enough to get her French toast sticks and milk.
I was shaking and did not know what to do..I was scared and exhausted.."Oh God what do I do?"and I looked up.
There was the Bugrger King Slogan...
“Your way right away"
I thought yes…it is my way..right now.
At 19 years old I packed up Kayla..my gas tank was almost on E.
I prayed that I would make it to my folks house in Orlando…2 hours away
I had no idea what I was going to do
or how I was going to make it on my own..
I was now jobless..
now homeless...
with another child on it's way...
..but I knew I had to go…
and I did.
Almighty Heidi