One of the earliest memories I have as a child is when I was a baby, I was crawling around on the living room floor by the couch and I could hear my dad and birth mother arguing in the next room. I don’t know what it was about or if it’s even a legit memory because as I have been told, you can’t remember anything from before you were two years old. So who knows. But, to me that’s not something I wish was my earliest memory.
A little back story about my family to put certain things I say into perspective. My father is my hero. He is my saving grace and the best father on this planet. He has ALWAYS gone above and beyond for me and our family and I believe there is nothing he wouldn’t do to make me happy. On the other hand, the woman who gave birth to me (who I will always refer to as my birth mother) is far from one of the best anything on this planet other than maybe one of the best manipulators I’ve ever experienced. As I tell my stories, and as I have told them growing up, I do not have very fond memories with my birth mother. She was “around” and “apart” of my life as my “mom” until I was about 8-years old. Now the reason I put around, apart, and mom in quotes is because although she was technically who I considered my mom for the first 8 years of my life, doesn’t mean she was actually a present mother or actually apart of the things that were going on in my life, or actually a mother at all. There are many different definitions for the word “mother”:
Mother
Noun: “a woman in relation to her child or children“
Verb: “bring up (a child) with care and affection” or “to give birth to“
If you were to ask someone what the definition of mother is, you would typically get two answers: 1) the person who gave birth to you, or 2) the woman the raised you. Both are true. Which is why I refer to the woman who gave birth to me as my “birth mother” but when it comes to the woman who RAISED me, that she did NOT. The things I went through as a child due to the choices the woman who gave birth to me made, are not things any child should ever have to go through. MY definition of mother is “the woman (or women) who raised you and took care of you and were there for you through all the things you needed growing up.” I had that. Granted I didn’t ACTUALLY have a real mother until I was about 8 years old, I was still blessed with a real mother. A mother who wanted ME. Not another man. Not a drug. Not alcohol or whatever her chosen addiction/drug was for the night. A mother that put in effort and cared about our well being and did everything in her power to make sure the kids were taken care of before herself. A mother that cared about spending time with us and not with the man of the week. A mother that woke up and cooked breakfast and took us to the doctor and made sure we had everything we needed for school. A MOTHER. It does NOT make you a mother by just giving birth to a child. What makes you a mother is the LOVE you have for that child and that love overpowering everything else in the whole entire world because nothing else matters other than that child.
Now, I am not a parent, so feel free to correct me if I’m wrong. BUT I do have a little cousin who is pretty much like a daughter to me because I was such a huge part of her life when she was a kid. I have many little cousins that feel more like siblings. I have a niece and a nephew. And the love I have for those kids overpowers any other kind of want in the world. AND THEY AREN’T EVEN MY KIDS. So please tell me how a person can carry a child for nine months and give birth to that child and yet still ruin their childhood. I have never understood and I will never understand.
More stories to come…
Thursday January 21, 2021
Saw this on Facebook & it made me want to write about how I feel about it…
This is very true.. but it also doesn’t mean that your past is erased or that people should have to forgive you & have a relationship with you because you’re a changed person. Becoming a better person is what everyone should always strive to be & if you succeed, then great. But if you spent years upon years hurting people and in return losing those people you hurt, you don’t get to decide that they should welcome you back into their lives because you finally changed.
I relate to this because I don’t know how many times my birth mother has made comments on how she’s “changed” or she’s “not the person other people make her out to be” and yet I still hear stories about the lying and the manipulation and the deceit. But the best part, is they aren’t stories.
IT’S THE TRUTH
And anyone who knows how to use social media can find out.
For YEARS she has posed as a different person. You can look up her real name on google and it’ll give you at least five aliases.
Not only does she have a million aliases, but one of them is “Doctor blah blah” (I say blah blah for legal reasons since I can’t actually use her name). she has been going by “Doctor” for at least 2-3 years, that I’m aware of.
Okay, first of all , she is not a doctor. What she IS, is a runner. And when I say runner, I’m referring to the warrant that was issued to her in February 2014 in the state of Missouri. The warrant is for “Non-support, Total Arrears in excess of 12 monthly payments due under order of support {Felony D RSMo: 568.040}”. Meaning she hasn’t paid my father child support for more than 12 consecutive months, for the two children she birthed. Now this case didn’t start in 2014, the date the charge was issued was in June of 2011. The last warrant just wasn’t issued until 2014. And this is just ONE of the cases.
Now before someone tries to bash me and say none of this is true or that it’s ILLEGAL for me to post this, follow these steps and you can PUBLICLY see everything I am telling you.
Step 1) Go to http://www.courts.mo.gov/casenet/base/welcome.do
Step 2) Click on “litigant name search”
Step 3) Type in the name of someone you know, that lives in Missouri and has had some sort of court filing or issue or whatever.
You will see that this shit is public. Not that I have to have a reason or give an explanation about anything I write in this blog because this is literally my life so I’m allowed to talk about it.
Why am I putting all of this out there for people to see??
I got tired of my birth mother constantly lying to people and those lies having an effect on MY LIFE. This woman has not been in my life, per my request, for a LONG TIME.
My Story: My Life 