I am ready to forgive her I think.
My room mate/ best friend (the girl who saved me from ma pretty much- she gave me the courage to save my sisters and I hope she never leaves my side.) Her name is Stefanie, and both her, and my boyfriend keep asking why I talk to her, and why I'm still loyal to her.
Because she wasn't always nuts. She was still my best friend even after she'd been at her worst for years. Ma and me- connected. We were both lost here. On this planet ya know? Didn't belong. Were too abrasive and strange to fit in here. And that's why we were so close. That's why I...
Gather 'Round Children
It's story time. Well its really not that exciting. I always thought the demise of the buffalo would be more memorable... but then again I know I'll never forget it.
I moved out the day I turned eighteen. With her burning my belongings in the front yard. I had to pay a friend to muster up the courage to come get me from the farm. But I got out. Moved in with my bible beating Grandfather. And vowed to come back for my sisters as soon as I could get public housing. A month or two went by... And mom kept tormenting me at Papaw's house. Following me in town and breaking into my car. I...
Oh Mylanta.... It's Chilly.
It's twenty degrees outside. And the ice storm had us snowed in for the past two days. I did not drive to work today. I slid.
And our other two secretaries didn't show. So its a double shift for me today.
Mother's trial date is set... again. February twenty fifth. But it has been set over and over every month for the past six months. I'm beginning to think those people are never going to let me move on with my life. Oh well. The sisters are still happy and that is the only factor that truely matters.
But c'mon! Let's get this show on the road already. I'm ready. Ready as I'll ever be....
It has been quite a long time since I allowed myself to pour my heart out on the ever fabulous blogdrive. But I'm back ladies and gents... with alot more wisdom. Alot more secrets. And a whole lot more problems. :) Bring it on.
Things have changed quite a bit. But I have new respect for things. Like death and insanity. And love and friendship.
When I confessed my soul here before I was so childish. Revealing such trifle secrets of an abusive mother and little heart breaks by high school crushes. Now life has given me one of those swift slaps or strong shoulder shakes. I'm awake...