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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

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Date Range: 01/1978 To 01/1984   Comments: 2   Views: 7,617
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Ok, were back in the city. I sorta have mixed feelings. We're around other family members now. Is it safe? I guess I'll find out later. I haven't seen my mother though. My sister crys damn near every night. My Grandmother can't stand that crying. She's kind of mean. All she talks about is our "no good" mother and "black ass"  father. Some of the shit she says has me laughing out loud at night in bed when I think about them. She's a character alright. There a dinner this sunday. Grandma has one every Sunday. I'll bet my mother will show up. There are so many cousins and Aunts and family members over. One of them is my older cousin "A". I never see him around. He is always back and forth in jail. I heard he was a molester. I didn't know what that word meant back then. All I knew was that when ever he came around people seemed uneasy around him. I remember hearing him asking many of my aunts including his own mother if he could stay with them. They all said no. Some of them looked at him as if he had a third eyeball right in the middle  of his head. I remembered feeling sorry for him and wondering why no one would let him stay with them. Throughout the course of the night I remembered seeing my mother "whispering" in the corner of the room with my cousin "A". I wondered what she was up to. They walked out the door and down the hall towards the terrace. I peeked to see where they were headed. Apparently her Husband got out of jail and they were back together, because there he stood on the terrace waiting for her. She knew not to bring him in the house, my Grandmother would have thrown some grits on his ass for sure! He shook hands with my cousin "A". There was some huge party going on in Harlem that my mother and Aunts had been talking about. I overheard my mother trying to get people to babysit us. My Grandmother said she'd only babysit 1 of us , not both. I think she did that to ruin my mothers plans.  She should have known that shit wouldn't work. The next thing I know we're heading out the door going back to her (my mothers') and her husbands house. My sister wasn't with us. I asked my mother who was going to watch me? She gives me this look and said "your cousin "D". I don't know why but I got goose bumps. Real big ones. We were back at the apt and my mother was getting ready. I watched her get dressed and put on her makeup. She was so damned pretty. Like a movie star or something. I heard the doorbell. My Mother ordered me to my room and said "I'm going out , you better be good". Who was she talking to? I know she wasn't telling me to be good. She just wanted to have something to say, trying her best to sound like a mother. I should have laughed at that remark. But then I'd get one of those thunderous slaps of hers. Them shits stung like I don't know what! Anyway, she answered the door and in walked cousin "A". He was all happy and shit. I went in my room and layed down and tried to act like i was going to sleep. I couldn't wait til my mother left so I could question my cousin about where she was going and what kind of party it was. As soon as she left I didn't have to wait to ask him anything. I swear a soon as the front door closed on her heels , cousin "A" was entering my room. He aked me if I wanted to watch tv in my mothers room and I immediately said "yes". I wanted to go in there because that was the forbidden zone. We were never allowed in that room. I walked into my mothers room and was in awe. There was a large bed with a large floor model tv, just like my grandmothers tv , the one we weren't allowed to touch. Yall know i was changing every channel and touching everything in that room. Finally we settled on a show . I layed on the bed on my side and my cousin layed behind me. I felt something poke my in the back. then another poke, but this time it was much lower.

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Chuck Stallong said:
posted on Jul 14, 2008
Uh oh

If I know, that dude is one sorry a..........

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Sep 2007
Kristina McIntosh said:
posted on Jul 14, 2008
I'm very curious

I'll be reading your stories to see how and when you were finally able to break free from her. Who cares if she was pretty - she was ugly on the inside. I know that's so cliche but it's true? Still, having to say that about your own mother must dig. I'm so sorry for your childhood, but I simply LOVE that you have a great sense of humor and write about it with style , not bitterness. That takes a big person.