This story was wrote by me exactly one year ago and it's not a made up story it's all real it's the story of my life. One of my friend had kept all the stories I had written and she had sent this one back to me and I'm as I started reading what I had written I couldn't believe that I had wrote that. I'm usually the one who never has patience to write. But I love to do it when I can. This is a all true story nothing made up and nothing too revealing. But keep in mind I wrote it a year ago haha.
....Sometimes life can seem hard in many ways. Maybe some ways that you may
not ever notice until one day it hits you, others you can be prepared for
but never knowledge what the outcome could be.
I guess what I'm trying to say is this....
I (Samantha) grew up in a small town of Friendswood in Houston, Texas. Though my
family is from Alabama. My mother (Cornelia) had a hard childhood, though
their were many happy times.When she was 12 years old she had gotten into a
fight with her mother (Rachel), her mother had told her that she hated my
mother and she wished she has never had her, my mom felt unloved and
overdosed on some of her mother's heart pills. She had ran into the woods
and passed out, my uncle (Gary) had found her in time enough to get her to
the hospital, they pumped the drugs out of her system and put her in a rehab
facility, or in some people's terms (the looney bin or 411 unit). Her mother
had got onto her for taking the drugs though had never apologized for
anything, my mother ignored all of that. She had met my father (Terry) in
school, they had grown up together, but had to intention on ever getting
together at that time. Though they had some very hilarious times.One of
those times, was when my father, my uncle and a few other people including
the football team had picked up one of the teachers cars and put it
in between the football goal, they explained that this teacher was slightly
obese so it made him hard to get into his car. Though that was sort of mean
it was also very funny. A few other times was hilarious to, like the time it
was winter time and they went sliding down car hoods on hills by the
highway, their parents drove right past but never noticed it was them. My
aunt (Jackie) and her current husband (Randy) went sliding down a car hood
and into a bush. I thought that was very hilarious. The time I will already
remember how my mother told me this story. My aunt(Donna) and my
uncle(Gary), my aunt (Jackie) my mother and my father had stole my
grandmothers car. They got into a high speed police chase. My grandmother
heard it over the scanner, so when they got back home. My grandmother had
yelled at them, but they gave my mother some big red gum. So they thought
she was spitting up blood. So instead of them all getting in trouble they
took my mother to the doctor cause they thought the gum was blood. Yeah
funny times lol. They had many fun times, and bad times. Though life can be
hard, it can also be good. You just have to keep your head up and believe
that life is not perfect, nor is love. Life is not a fairy tale, nor a
virtual form of life that ends up perfect. Life is real, life is sometimes
good, though bad. Nothing is ever perfect, but you have to learn to love
life as it is as well as yourself.
My mother was just barely 14 when she married her first husband (Keith).
He wasn't perfect, nor was he the least bit a good influence. He was heavily
into drugs and drinking, which resulted in my mothers abuse. In 1982 my
oldest sister (Lesly) was conceived by my mother and her first husband. At
that time my mother was only 15 years old. Scared of the newly wed, mother
life. She managed to get through taking care of my sister and putting up
with the abuse from her first husband. When my sister was at the age of 2
years old she was running around the house and choked on a pecan. My mother
rushed her to the hospital, scared and frantic. She fought with the doctors
who claimed it was just a cold, until she got a doctor who knew exactly
what he was doing. He managed to fly my sister to Birmingham, and save her
life thanks to my mother's aggressiveness, and her doctors hard work. In 1985
3 years after my oldest sister (Lesly) was conceived, My sister (Ashley) was
conceived, again by my mother and her first husband. My mother was a little
more experienced in the care of children and being a mother this time
around. Although she worked all the time at a t-shirt factory, she wasn't
able to be around the kids twenty for seven, which meant her husband had to
take care of them while she worked. Though she working a eight hour shift,
before she would leave in the morning she would make bottles with breast
milk for my sisters. One day her husband called her at work and had told her
my sisters where out of milk, she didn't know how that could have happened,
but she returned home from work on her lunch break. She caught him pouring
the milk down the drain. He was heavily messed up off of drugs. They had
yelled at each other, and he had told her he didn't like feeding the kids
breast milk, that she needed to change them to formula. He demanded her fix
him some tea, when she did it. He threw the glass at her and told her it
wasn't how he wanted it. They proceeded to get into a fight, and he started
beating her. He had threatened to kill himself in front of the kids if she
left him. My mother being scared of haunting her kids with the death of her
husband, she chose to stay and put up with all the abuse. In 1988 another
three years later my sister (Emily) was conceived. My mother had a lot on her
hands. Taking care of three kids each three years apart, putting up with the
abuse of her husband and all the stuff from his cruel family. They had
gotten into another fight, of which was the last time. My mother decided to
divorce him. She moved in with her mother, and proceeded with the divorce.
In court my sister (Lesly) was mad about being taken from her father, and
the court proving him unfit. The county officer had to take her to the car,
but in doing so she kicked in where no man ever wants to be kicked. After
the divorce of her husband my grandmother, tried to hook her up with (Tom)
whom my mother went to school with, which also ended up a attorney. My
mother decided to see my father (Terry) instead. Though he graduated in
1980, he was in collage to become a mechanic, he had to be gone months at a
time to take tests. Her first ex husband and his family had taken her to
court 27 times over the custody of my three sisters. (yes this was before
they passed the law "a custodial or none custodial parent cannot go to court for more than 3 times over the same thing)
My father had gotten out of collage and him, my mother, and my 3 sisters moved to Houston, Texas. My
moms ex husband got a scheduled visitation time, but still took my mother to
court for custody, which proceeded to 27 times, until my mother called the
white house one day. She demanded to speak to Hilary Clinton. Which Bush was
governor over Texas at the time. The lady that answered at the white house
told my mother Hilary was in a meeting, my mother told the lady that she
wasn't going to hang up the phone until she talked to Hilary and the lady continued to not let her speak to Hilary for about 45 minutes, so the lady
went and got Hilary. By then my mother didn't believe it was Hilary Clinton.
Though it was, my mother told her the story of her ex husband, and Hilary
sent the story to the supreme court and passed the law that a custodial or none custodial parent cannot go to court for more than 3 times over the same thing.
I know many people may not believe that, but my mother has a written letter
personally from Hilary Clinton, signed and all in a frame in her bedroom. She
also has the written newspaper of being taken to court over custody. Well my
family moved from one house in Houston, Texas. To another house, the house I
grew up in, which was in Friendswood in Houston, Texas. I was conceived by
my father (Terry) and my mother (Cornelia) in 1993 in Friendswood, Texas.
When I was very little my father flew jets, then went in halfers with a
friend in a mechanic business. We lived in a nice little house with three
bedrooms. Their was a brick wall separating the living room and the kitchen.
We built in a room and knocked down the brick wall. We had many friends which
all lived across from us. (Melissa, and her Brother Chris) (Audrey and her
three little sisters, and her two older brothers) and a few other good
friends. We went to a great school, or shall I say school(s). There was the
elementary which consisted of K-5, then their was the intermediate school
which consisted of like 6-9th or something like that. And their was the
high school which consisted of 6-12. We had a great childhood after that.
Rather than my dad would come home drunk almost everynight. He would have
affairs with many girls. Which caused fights with my parents, and
considering the alcohol he consumed each night, made him violent towards my
mother when she would bring up the girls he had affairs with. Though I don't
know much about my father first marriage except for they had my brother
(Justin). My father and his first wife got a divorce when my brother was
only two years old. My mother practically helped my father raise him. Though
when I was one year old, my brother was eight years old. He spent a lot of
time with my father, and in doing so he didn't like how my father was
cheating on my mother. So he told my mother about it, and later that day my
mother had confronted my father about it. Which he got mad and yelled at my
mother walked into our living room where my brother was sitting eating
cereal, and smacked him off the couch. My brother came into my oldest
sisters room where me and my sisters all were. My parents proceeded to fight
in their bedroom, of which what happened I have never known exactly the
truth, but something made my mother have a miscarriage with my real brother,
which she was four months pregnant with. Through my life was good, except my
parents raging fist fights, and my father being constantly drunk. Though my
life could have been worse I cherish what I have. I feel for the ones who's
lives has been and is worse, I pray that god help them through the good
times and the bad. We lived in Houston, Texas. for many years. All together
my family lived their for 10 years, as me I lived their for seven years. We
moved to Alabama, will be seven years in October. My grandmother was in the
hospital from having a massive heart attack. She passed away in the
hospital, and my parents decided to move back to their hometown here in
Alabama to be with out family. It's the country and it's not like it used to
be when we lived in Texas. It got better when we moved here. My parents
marriage straightened out within a few years and everything is fine. Many
things happened between all those years. My oldest sister(Lesly) conceived
my niece(Caitlyn) in August on my uncles birthday of 2001. She also
conceived my nephew(Caileb) in February of 2004. My sister(Ashley)
conceived my nephew (Anthoney) in April on my brothers birthday in 2004.
She also conceived my nephew (Andy) in November the day before thanksgiving
of 2006. My sister (Emily) conceived my nephew (Elijah) 6 months ago in
June. Though my life started out hard and violent, it gradually got better.
The little things in life can show you many things you need to know, if you
pay attention to them. Things may seem hard and bad at times, although
nothing is ever really perfect, things are going to be bad and things are
going to be good. You have to learn to accept them, and deal with them no
matter what comes your way. You should always be strong, and hold on to your
dreams for they can come true, if you step up and decide that's what you
want. You can be happy, but nothings is ever going to be perfect. Not love,
not life, nor childhood, but things can always be just good. Which is the
best life can offer. You learn to take that with you as you get older, and
cherish the moments of your life good or bad. You'll get through them, it
just takes time. So whatever you do, don't wish for perfect, or envy for
something another has. Cherish the life you have, for it can be loved, and
it can be good. ^_^
Comments please? Thank you. 
† Renee †
