| It Has Been A Rough Year |
I am adding this additional chapter to my introduction, because after I initially wrote the introduction, it was very difficult to come back to it and try to make sense of all that I have experienced through the various stages of my life and the trials that I have endured or overcome. I wish ...
| The Birth of Charles Leonard Wiggins |
The story has already been written for awhile on my blog "From the heart of Praise, Prayer and Perseverance. 0; Here is a link to that posting, Below are the pictures of the blessed event.
http://fromthehea rt-dotwigg.blogsp ot.com/2008/03/an other-2-prayer-re quest-answered.ht ml
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YVONNE's Story > Chapters > Here comes Mommy....Dearest
| Date Range: 01/01/1977 To 12/31/1978 ||
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| | I really can't remember what month she showed up (our Mother) but I'm sure it was probably close to the holidays. I don't believe we were out of school yet. My Mother had made one of her once-in-a-lifetime "visits" to "see me and my sister". My heart was pounding because I knew she would come asking to either stay or my Grandmother would try to make her be a mother and take us with her. My sister ALWAYS wanted to go with her. She missed our Mother like crazy. Me on the other hand was like "God if you're real , please don't do this to me". I knew she didn't treat my sister the way she treated me so I wasn't afraid for my sister to go with her. She came with "good news". She had gotten married. Her Husband was on the terrace waiting to meet us. We went out there and met him. He seemed nice. I knew my Grandmother would hate him immediately, he was dark skinned, very dark, almost purple. The Italians would have called him an eggplant. My Grandmother H-A-T-E-D dark skinned men with a passion. She called them "niggers". Yes you heard right, don't wipe your eyeballs. She was from the south and I don't know what the hell she had against darked skinned men but she just did. Maybe the news and media always portrayed them as robbers and rapists and men who didn't work or take care of their families. Thats what she always yelled whenever referring to them. There's a picture of one of my aunt's getting married to her very dark skinned beau, and in the far corner of the picture stands my Grandmother, with one of the most murderous Medusa looks on her faaaaace! LOL! But my Aunt had the biggest cheshire cat grin on her face showing all her chicklets , even her molars! LOL! If I had been a fly on the wall my suction cups would have failed! LOL! Her pisstivity level was in the red! (WE ARE AT DEFCON 4) lol! I kid you not! My Aunt's would talk about that day for years. They all laughed about it. Mmmm,mmm,mmm. Well enough of that, anyway, my Mother came and left. With both of us. Yup, my absolute worst fears came to pass. We moved not that far away actually. We moved about 10 blocks away and one avenue over. Her Husbands Mother owned a nice apartment in a high rise on Riverside drive overlooking the Westside Highway. We had the perfect view of the New Jersey shoreline. The apartment was sprawling. There were about 5 bedrooms , a large livingroom, playroom, music room with a grand piano , a kitchen with swinging doors and 3 bathroms, one of the bathrooms was in our room. There were 2 doors for entering and exiting the apartment. We lived on the top floor. His Mother lived in the building also, right below us. She couldn't stand my Mother or us for that matter. She was one of those old, decrepit, tight-faced looking black woman who thought she was white. I'm sure she was very well educated and hobknobbed with all types of dignitaries. (Did I spell that right)? I guess she just read people and judged them from what she saw. My Mother had the gift of gab and was a striking beauty to look at. If she couldn't fool that woman then I knew that woman had to be a psychic or something. Then again, I'm not a psychic and I saw right through her as well. This man really seemed nice. He was nice to us anyway. Even when my Mother would pull her disappearing acts and leave us with him. I remember once when we were getting up to go to school and her husband got us up extra early. He was trying to do my sister's hair. He parted and I braided. I asked him where my mother was and he just shrugged his shoulder's with this real sad look on his face. I just couldn't believe her. What in the hell was she thinking? This man was not our Father, his Mother hated us and she just up and left us with him. When his Mother found out about it she BUGGED OUUUUT! That woman called our Mother every word in the book and then some. She even called usnames. He couldn't even say anything. He was weak when it came to his Mother. Finally after about I don't know how many days, my Mother showed up. They fought. Rather she got her ass whipped! I would cry and try my best to protect her stupid ass, so would my sister. It's so funny how a child mistreated by their own Mother still wants to protect them at all costs. That wasn't the first time we saw our Mother get beat up by her "boyfriend". And It wouldn't be the last.