Day 10 -- A Day I'd Rather Forget

There are a lot of days that I'd rather forget that I have subconsciously forgotten. In fact, that's one thing I'm great at...suppressing memories. But, in the spirit of writing, I guess I'll choose this one...

I was about 5 years old. My parents were having a Labor Day cookout at our house and most of my family was there. I vaguely remember my mother and my aunt (my dad's sister) "discussing" some shit...my aunt was/is too prissy to argue but she wasn't above being slick out of the mouth...and then, it was over. Jump ahead a few minutes later and my aunt comes over to me while I'm playing with my cousins and tells me (and I'll never forget these words), "you know Brenda and La aren't really your cousins. They're your sisters." Just like that. Out of the blue. Without rhyme, reason, or warning. I mean, Brenda and La weren't even there. They were in NC with our grandparents and (whom I came to find out ) our mother. 

So after everyone went home, my parents were still sitting outside and I went over to them and asked them about it. They admitted it was true and I remember crying and asking why didn't she (she being my birth mother, Lillian) want me. They then told me the story about how she became blind and couldn't take care of me and on and on. I'm not sure how someone older would have handled it, but needless to say, I didn't handle it well. That story will come out on day 28's blog...my first fight. 

There's a lot more to the story but I don't feel like divulging or thinking about it. 

That's us...me, La making the crazy face (she hates this pic and that's why I'm using it) and Brenda celebrating my 40th birthday along with our brother, TJ and La's and my great-nephew and Brenda's grandson, Jaiden. That's a day I love to remember. :)