Living with a Auntie

Sorry it took so long to write another one but I had to dig kinda deep and remember. You know its kinda hard when you dont want to remember what happen in your past. When I was really young my grandmother and I had to move from dallas to Irving. Being the rebel that I was I did not want to leave my school, I really had no choice but go to John Haley Elementary. I really hated this school, new kids and teachers. I was always picked on when I was little for numerous reasons. The number one reason was I had a severe stuttering problem from alll the abuse I think growing up. So naturally kids made fun of me which really pissed me off. They also made fun of me cause of the clothes I had to wear. My hair style was another issue. WHen I tell you the kids had a field day with me. There was absolutely nothing they could not make fun of me for. If I opened my mouth I could not speak without someone making comments. I have a strong feeling this is the reason I am nervous when speaking in large groups is because I do catch myself going back to my old ways of not speaking correctly. If you pay attention closely I do still stutter. Reasons unknown to me and the numerous doctors I have seen for this problem, but I think I know why is the kicking of the skull and beatings I use to get. Anyways back to the story I did EVERYTHING in my power to create so much drama in my class to my teachers and class mates. So a solution was to move in with this lady who I thought was my Aunt (Ann Delatore) so I could go back to my old school.


 You talk about excited man I packed my shit so fast I could not see straight. Man was this a mistake and one of those memories I blocked for a very long time. Living with this lady and her husband was a nightmare not only was I abused by my grandmother I was by here also. When I moved in I was so happy thinking things would be so different. I started school and things just went downhill.  I would come home from school and have to eat roach invested food and goto my room which was in the attic. She was a nasty person and a pack rat. Her husband would be so mean to me (John) and treat me like I was trash.  I would be ignored and never had any attention. I started this thinking I could make this a story but I have blocked it so long its hard to remember everything she had done to me.  I will speak of one last topic of her and end this story.


 The day chris came to visit us we all meet at Ann's house for like a reunion. We had fun hanging out with my new brother and Joe. The food was nasty of course Roach something. I know you remember this Chris. Anyways we spent the day over there just chillin. The only thing I remember after that was when she called my grandmother and swore up and down those ni99er kids stole something at her house and she never wanted us back there again. I have never respected her or John since. The ass whoopin I recieved from that was incredible. I watch alot of stand up comedy shows (black) and they always making fun of those ass whoopins we get when nothing comes out after awhile. Around this time I stopped crying and just took the whoopins, let me tell you it just pissed her off more. So I had to start faking like it hurt. I wish our mom was alive and we never had to go through the things we did. I know deep down inside she would have NEVER done this to us or let anyone have done this to us.

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