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. :)

10~ List 10 people you love and explain what they mean to you

10 people?  Wow.  I mean, I know I love more than 10 people but not everyone is worth writing about (no offense).  But here goes...

1, 2, and 3. My kids, LaSean, Damian and Keith, Jr.~My personal Three Stooges.  These three are my world.  They are my life.  They are my reasons.  Almost anything I do in my life is because of them.  Whenever I am faced with a big decision, I think of them and how they would feel and how they would be impacted.  At 20, 17 and 12 years of age, respectively, I know they're not babies but they're my babies and I couldn't imagine my life without them.

4.  My Daddy, James~James is the reason I'm still in NC.  Most everyone knows that if I could, I would escape this place so quickly, it's not even funny.  But because my dad is up in age and I'm the only child of his that's local (he has a son in Philly), here I stay.  This is the man that taught me how to ride a bike, how to drive, how to cook, how to hustle (there was a time that he worked 4 jobs at once) and just how to be a good and caring person.  I am forever and for always a daddy's girl.

5 and 6.  My sisters, Brenda and Sarah~Brenda, La (as Sarah is called) and I didn't grow up together because our mother was injured when she was pregnant with me and couldn't take care of me.  So her brother (James) and his wife adopted me.  But I've known they were my sisters since I was 5 years old and though we weren't raised in the same house, or the same state, to this day, if you mess with one of us, you got a lot of explaining and possibly some spitting of teeth to do.

7.  My Stacey~Stacey is one of my besties that I met on Yahoo 360 some years back at a time when we both were going through some confusion and conflict in our lives.  Our meeting was so random...she put up a blast saying that she had an odd number of friends on her list and she hated odd numbers so I invited her to my page to even hers out...and the rest is history. We both have 1 daughter and 2 sons (our daughters are less than 4 months apart in age and our middle sons are about the same age as well), we're both Virgos, and we both are crazier than cooked bat shit.  A match made in Heaven.

8.  My Kali~Lawd, lawd, lawd!  What do I say about my Kali?  Kali is a woman that I met on facebook but I had seen her around on 360.  We ran in the same circle but never made a connection until it was discovered that she and I shared an ex (by discovered, I mean she knew and I had a big ass feeling). So I decided one day to hit her in her inbox to ask and we've been besties (yes, I have more than one bestie) ever since.  We've laughed, we've cried, we've bitched and complained.  We've asked why more times than should be allowed.  And all of that has only made our relationship stronger.

9.  I have a lot of friends that can fill this spot so I dedicate #9 to all of you. I don't want to say names because I don't want to offend anyone so I'll say to my blood fam, my chosen fam (friends that have been there since we were knee-high to a june bug), my VA fam, my NC fam, my fb fam (most of y'all), my 360 fam, and to anyone else that's ever touched my heart, Ria loves you.

10.  I'm leaving #10 blank.  I'm saving this spot for my one true love...whoever that may be.  When he comes along, I'm quite sure I'll have a great story to tell. Or maybe not.  But I'm marking this space RESERVED.