Sunday, March 13, 2005

James Part 2

Our relationship was nothing like what I had with any of my other boyfriends. Most of the boys I dated came in and out of my life when ever they felt like it. That was fine by me I had my space and they had theirs. James was over my house all the time. I remember that we went out somewhere(I think we went to the circus or tried to)and he came back home with me to make sure I got in ok. I invited him in and my mom was asleep because she worked early in the morning and we watched TV. I remember waking up and my mother being very upset because he was still there at 7am. We fell asleep. It was an accident on my part. He knew what he was doing. Nothing happened I swear!

Mom really did not like him after that little episode. Oh I guess I should tell you about what a money hungry bitch my mother is.........I paid her at the age of 16 for the basement room. I did not want to share my room with my sister. Mom did not pay for any thing I had. I had 2 job's and paid my own way. She got over $500.00 a month from me for the basement room.

James was always there with me. We could not be separated. Mom was always working so she had no clue what was going on and could care less. I guess you can say that James was living with me in my basement room. Mom got up one morning and came to say something to me and James was laying on the floor.......she stepped on him......she started screaming and called my dad. Oh boy I was in some trouble. My dad dragged me out of work and called the cops on me. I went with the cops I did not want any part of my parents. I know I was wrong but so were they. We have all had a pretty rocky past. I just wanted to get out of my parents house.

It was Easter and it was just us kids at home, mom was at work and she took all the phones out of the house so I could not call James. (good thing there was not a fire) James had my pager so I had my brother Paul go to a friends house to page him so he could drop some money off to me and get his belonging from my home.

When James arrived about 30 seconds later Paul and Jessica started screaming that they saw my dad's car. James ran out of my house and I followed him. My dad tried to hit me and him with his car as we were running. We ran into the woods and went into different directions. We would meet in a few hours and start my journey away from my parents and into a world I had no clue about.

I was so stupid and naive and thought that he would not lie to me. I mean really we were young what would he have to lie to me about? He was pretty honest from the beginning. He told me he just broke up with his girlfriend minus the part about her being pregnant. He did not know at the time. He told me about his "twin daughters" by a girl who lived in Philadelphia. He told me that he was in the city with his girls and they were shot at during a drive by shooting. His one daughter was shot and killed on the scene. He told me he was able to save one daughter but not both. He told me that he was 20 years old. He told me he had a blue jeep in the shop being worked on, he had a job at a pawn shop, and he had an apartment for us to move into on April first(I was going to wait until May when I would be 18). He also told me about his mother and how she died when he was younger from a drug overdose~he basically told me she was a crack whore.

The above list of things he told me were all lies he told me in our first month together:

LIE#1: He never had twin daughters.....he never had a daughter.....I will explain the reason for this lie a little later on.

LIE#2: He was 23 years old

LIE#3: He never had a car, jeep, truck, or motorcycle......the only thing he had was a bus pass

LIE#4: The only thing he ever did for the pawn shop was sell them stolen goods....I guess he thought that meant that he was working for them

LIE#5: There was no apartment...when he was not sleeping at my house he stayed in a crack house with a bunch of losers

LIE#6: His mother and I has several conversations in my last month of pregnancy and she called me when I was in the hospital after Anna was born. I have never met her but she was very sweet to me over the phone. Just in case you are wondering she was not a crack whore.

OK I think that covers the first month of lies.

I still remember when he told me that he hustled for a living. What does hustle mean? I had no clue! I was a girl from the county and he was truly from the city. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I would soon find out.

I know you are going to hate me for this but....................

to be continued.................


Blogger DB said...

Hi Dawn,
I never got to thank you for visiting my page -- Blogger comments were down for what, two days after that? But I'm glad you enjoyed your visit, and I'm finding the history with James interesting. In some ways it's mirroring my wife's life (running away from parents, deadbeat ex), which gives me some insight into her stresses.

4:51 PM  
Blogger MommaK said...

Wow. My heart goes out to you, Dawn. You've made it through one rough childhood and now you're raising a daughter of your own and building a good life for yourself. You should be very proud of yourself. I'm proud of you and I just met you. Take care, girl:-)

7:29 PM  
Blogger Dawn said...

Thanks for stopping by. This is only the start of the drama in my life. I hope you check back for more posts.

I have been through a lot but it's a god thing that I learned early on. Thank you so much for such a nice comment.

8:18 PM  
Blogger vegemiterules said...

G'day Dawn I am back, heavens what a life journey you have been on, admire your spirit, will be back.

9:47 PM  
Blogger ajhsdgjahs said...

No fair! I am waiting to see what happens next in the story!

Thanks for stopping by my site!


10:15 PM  
Blogger Suzanne said...

of course i'll be coming back again to see what happened!!! Thanks for stopping by my site. Hustlers are something else aren't they? I don't know how they live with themselves. No conscious I guess.

10:52 PM  
Blogger JaG said...

Hey, you've got your WIE list up!!


12:38 PM  
Blogger ShoeHound said...

Wow...I came to say thanks for stopping by and now I will be back tomorrow!


5:38 PM  
Blogger TrueJerseyGirl said...

Thanks for stopping by again...and just wait till I post a pic of the *rear* of Princess's tights! Then you will really want them!

And you gotta finish this story, girl! We're dying!!!

9:41 PM  
Blogger Dawn said...

Thanks to everyone who has stopped by. This story is really hard for me to tell but I fell it needs to be told. I had to grow up fast.

10:29 PM  
Blogger ugogirl said...

Dawn it seems like you've had a to endure some tough times in your life but from what i've read alot of everything that you've been going through is no one fault but your own. If you were able to pay your mom 500 dollars a month why couldn't you live on your own by yourself without James? Sometime it's easy to blame others instead of ourselves.

9:26 PM  

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