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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

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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Date Range: 01/01/1978 To 01/31/1984   Comments: 3   Views: 7,210
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Well, after leaving the Hospital we returned home to my Grandmothers house where things were fake and everyone walked around like nothing ever happened. My Grandmother was one of those women who always wanted to make things appear as if they were perfect. you didn't go out talking about your familys' business and you damn sure didn't do anything in public to bring shame on your family either. So, we walked and talked like the ghetto stepford wives and kids. The holidays came and went , we went to church, shopped, went to school and went about the days and nights like we lived in Whooville. I wished I was from Whooville. I would have recruited the Grinch to scare the shit outta my Mother. LOL!
Speaking of my Mother, she left, as usual. We didn't see my nasty ass cousin "A" for a while either. All that shit he did was supposed to be hush hush but of course I had a few older cousins in the family who surrounded me one day and accused me of being a f'ing liar. Can yall believe that bullshit? You know there were times when I really thought I could have gotten away with murder and that was one of those times. seriously. Why the f'k would I make up some embarrassing shit like that? Family can be your f'ing downfall. That's why I am the way I am with my own kids. I make sure they know everyday that they are loved x's infinity. I smother their asses with kisses and hugs. If my love for my children could be measured it would be off the richter scale. Growing up and into my teenage years I harbored so much anger but I kept it under control. Only when I was alone did I cry. I started writing a diary and kept all my angry thoughts in it. I'd take the diary out late at night and read what I wrote over and over and over. In my mind I would solve the problem by beating up the shit out of the person because that was the only way I actually felt satisfaction. Without physically touching the person I was able to punish them in my mind. Of course yall know my Mother was the number 1 person I punished right? Mmm,hmm. Oh yeah she got it plenty of times in my diary. There were passages in that diary that had me laughing late at night under the covers. I remember one time I laughed so hard that my Grandmother burst into my room thinking that she was going to finally catch me and my lil sister up playing and shit only to find me with my tongue hanging out of my mouth like a fruit roll-up trying to catch my breath because I was laughing at something I wrote about my Mother. She had this puzzled look on her face because my sister was sound asleep. That look on her face made me laugh even harder. It was over! There was no way I could have held that shit in. I literally thought I was going to die right there in my bed. I couldn't catch my breath and my Grandmother looked like she was looking at Linda Blair in the Exorcist. Keep in mind I was only about 11 or 12 at the time. Can yall imaging walking intoa room late at night , flicking on the light and all you see is a nappy headed 12 year old laughing like a maniacal cartoon character? If it was slave days they would have sold me for 1/2 a penny! LOL! I wish I could go back in time and be a fly on the wall watching my Grandmother back up outta that roooooooom! I know my suction cups would have failed! LOL! It was that very night a new person was born. I was no longer the weak Yvonne. I had a strength now. That strength was laughter. I wasn't going to allow anyone to get me down anymore. I'd laugh in their f'ing faces. So began my world of trickery and laughter. Because my Grandmother was so mean to us , beating us for the smallest things and shit, I began playing lil tricks on her. Everyday when she'd come home from work I'd know her routine. I began taking her keys and placing them in the refrigerator and placing her quart of skim milk in the cabinet. I did that everyday for about 2-3 months. Yall know she thought she was going crazy right? Mmm,hmm. The funny thing is, she never said anything about it. I guess she didn't want anyone thinking that she was going crazy. That was my lil secret. It was so hard sitting at the dinner table trying not to laugh at her while she stared at her housekeys. I always knew what she was thinking. I had some tricks up my sleeves for other family members as well. to be continued......

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Jan 2008
Suzan Kilner said:
posted on Jul 24, 2008
humor was your survival tool

I like that a lot. Much better to laugh through the tears than wallow in them. You're a really strong woman and I admire that.

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Sarah Green said:
posted on Jul 28, 2008

I hope your mother gets some pay backs at some point.....

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Brian Childers said:
posted on Jul 29, 2008

yes thank god you have a sense of humor.