A Twisted True Story — Unbreakable Spirit

My mom on her wedding day to her second husband, my evil abusive step father. I didn’t know it at the time but she later told me she was already pregnant in this picture to my younger brother.

When I was growing up my mom wanted to kill my spirit. She did not want me to leave her side, she wanted me to stay with her for life and take care of her. Either that or marry a rich man who would take care of us both. She made me clean the house ever since I was a child and take care of my little brother. My education was not important. My dreams were not important. My imagination needed to be squashed. My temperament needed to be silenced.

It seems as if she may have had this epiphany that wealth and prestige were all that mattered after she left my blue-collared, middle class working, motorcycle riding dad for a banker who promised her dreams of wealth and prestige. He whined and dined her in fancy restaurants, took her on vacations, bought her fur coats and dresses and made sure she felt like the queen of her home. Watching this shift in my household and my mother’s morals made me hate what money represented as I started to believe money can do nothing more than corrupt one’s values. Family and happiness can not be summed up with monetary value.

I was the remaining left-over of her past with my father, a sarcastic hell-raiser with ADHD, a problem child that did not know her place. So without warning a new man was moving in, marriage and a child on the way, by my 6th birthday my mom stood before me and told my new step-father he could treat me…