Going into high school back in 2000 was my dream, becoming almost a grown women soon to leave the home I couldn't be myself in. My dad was a"machista" as they call it. Mom got a new job at the Casino as a busser and I didn't like it at all because the tips they left at the table weren't for her but the waitress which they never picked up tables or clean but she stuck with it. I loved school, I liked to do essays and write poetry, I also liked doing all types of sports, I even tried basketball but I was too short haha but I did try out and well I didn't get in. But I was good at soccer and was the second kid to finish a race on track. My dad changed so much, he was always coming home drunk with friends and beat my mom for not having cooked meals ready on the table. I tried to stay almost everyday after school to finish homework just not to come home and see how he treated my mother. I begged for her to leave him but she did not have any legal papers so was scared to get deported. I got a car for my sweet fifteen because that's what I wanted instead of a party. I wanted to be independent so I also got a part time weekend job. I was so happy I was making my own money and getting good grades so I can be able to work. So here's where things get ugly... My mother after I came home a little before 10:00 pm at night from a friend's house finishing a project for school and I tried to explain to her that we were doing a project that had to be due right at the beginning of the class. She didn't listen and started calling me names. I didn't understand why she acted like that with me but only me? I told her it was cold outside and I wanted to come inside, she didn't let me and said "you like the streets so stay in the streets and never come back" I cried and begged to go inside but she locked the door and walked away. I started walking by a bridge and I was scared cause it was dark with no lights. I went to my cousin's house and asked if I can stay there for a night. After said ok but then again my aunt told me I couldn't stay and to go outside. It was a rainy day and we covered ourselves with blankets. In my head I didn't know what to do or where to go or who to contact. I'm only 16. I didn't want to be a burden and I was lost in emotions and confusion. I decided that I needed to think of a solution. I had no phone no nothing and I had no keys to the car my dad gave me. I turned around to try again with my mom but she never answered the door. I walked again to that dark bridge with my cousin and this is where another story begins.
A blog that I dedicated myself to help people just by telling my story on writing. To those who been hurt, who are being hurt and who will be hurt in the future. Now my past trauma experience will be on this blog that I created in a way to help others. A journey to heal the pain and leave room to recreate a new you. But yours may be different and I hope that at least I will be able to help. My stories are what made me stronger and you too can start again without fear of others. Love, Janet.
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