…. coming home from my church group one Saturday evening.. I met this guy on the bus..he was really nice and we really connected.. so before my stop he invited me to the movies and I accepted…
So the Saturday we had our date.. of course we took the bus..
Can’t recall if I had told anyone about this date but when he came to pick me up.. of course … all knew… I fully enjoyed his company and he kindly dropped me off home..
I waited with him to get the next bus.. and while we were waiting he asked me if I mind him kissing me…of course I was very bashful..
But I told him yes.. and there goes my first kiss..
Well next morning was church so I got got ready and go ask my stepmom for bus fare.. SMH 🤦♀️….
My stepmom turned to me quite angrily and told me that I should go and ask the man I went out with last night… I mumbled something under my breath in defense… walking away from her… pouting..
I break the news of my decision to join the nunnery to my dad… and for the first time my dad sit me down and talk to me..
We sat there for almost two hours.. he lectured me on the cons of being a nun and let me know by all means that he doesn’t approve of me making the choice to become a nun..
One of his reasons were.. it was a waste of life… he promised me if I changed my mind which he strongly recommended.. that he would pay for any school of my choice…
I really loved my dad.. and I always yearn for his approval and I want to please him so much that I agreed and told him that I will follow his suggestions.. he really thought my decision was based on me being home and became bored…
So next day I set out to find me a school.. I didn’t have a clue.. but I chose one and he lived up to his promise and pay for my enrollment…
Well my life took off on another journey…
I met this man became intimately involved.. and over the next few years… I started to spiral out of control.. of course I was alone in my world.. my stepmom still treats me with so much indifference and ignored me more than not..
Whenever she address for whatever reason.. it was always in a negative way.. very unkind and very mean… I have learnt to ignore her as well.. she and my older sister became inseparable.. my little sister.. I didn’t have clue what she was doing…
I was home when I went in labor.. it was 11 at night… my father took me to the hospital.. but didn’t stay… I was alone.. my baby father was not in my life then.. so he was not aware of me having the baby…
I continued to do things without the interference of anyone.. and only my dad would sometimes observe my behavior and would call me and asked me adjust my attitude …
I got pregnant with my oldest son.. at 23…I lived with my husband up to seven months then moved back home…
It took me 24 hours in labor before my son was born.. and the last hour my stepmom decided to come be with me… she was there for his birth..
I got back together with my husband after I had our son… but he was American and after a year and a half he decided to come back home.. leaving us behind…
I was very hurt 😞 and I had to find work to maintain my baby… surprisingly my stepmom offers to babysit fo me while I go to work… I was very appreciative but somehow lacking in showing it..
I ended up working three jobs… leaving early in the morning.. and coming home late at nights.. I took much disadvantage of my stepmom and of my dad’s kindness…I did abuse them…
My stepmom however never complained about my absence.. my dad however mentioned it a few times letting me know that I need to spend some time with my son…
Back then.. I defended my actions.. with reassurance that he is well taken care of..
( sometimes I wish I could turn back time…and be more attentive to my baby… I just couldn’t see the damage it was causing my son)
So I started to appreciate her for doing this for me… she didn’t have to… although our relationship did not improve much.. she would negative comments about my parenting… but never sit me down and advise me how to improve and be a better mom…
( looking back.. I really think she wanted me to fail…she wanted to prove that I was not capable or responsible enough to be a mom)
This went on for the next three years when we lost my dad to an heart attack…
He was the glue that holds our family together and with his sudden death.. we all fell apart…
It has a very huge impact on me.. I lost one whole year.. I went through it in a daze.. and I can’t remember one single event in that year.. it’s a complete blank..
He died November 1991.. and next thing I remember was 1993….
….TO BE CONTINUED…..
The next era of my existence…