So, let me tell you a little story.
I've grown up in the subs of Cincinnati my whole life. I really haven't gone out of it until my mom passed away. She died on 03/03/2012. Now to understand me you have to understand my mother. She was a single mother of three children, I being the youngest and my oldest brother being 12 years older than me. She worked as a truck driver for most of my life till I was around 13/14 years old. This doesn't seem important but she taught me that being a woman in a field of men meant you spent most of your time kicking ass and getting the job done. Oddly enough my first real long lasting job had to do with telling truck drivers where to go and deal with them daily; if you haven't had to deal with grumpy old men every day telling you can't do that or I shouldn't do that because you are a girl.... Really pisses me off. Just like my mother, I kicked ass at my job.
My mother was also a alcoholic for most of my teen years, at this time both of my brothers were out of the house and living their own lives with their wives. So I didn't know who to tell, I didn't know how to fix this problem. So I started to do drugs myself, because most of the time I spent my time helping her, cleaning up after her. I was done, I wanted to be a teen. So I did what I though what was best. Around December of of 2011 she fell really really ill, so I drove her to the hospital. what happen was that her body couldn't take any more alcohol. At this point I couldn't take it anymore. She was my only parent but she also started to get very violent to me.
Don't get me wrong, my mom was a very good mom. She was the best woman I knew, she was strong, smart and loving. Nothing more in life I want to be like her. She would take anyone in our house because she knew what it was like to be alone and lost. She was loving when she wasn't drunk. So for rest of my life, I can't drink or be near it without getting sick or having mental breaking down.
Even more than anything my mom was a preacher's daughter, but so am I. My grandparents helped raise me, I was his daughter, but other than that my brother took me in after my mom died. If you don't know what I mean watch footloose. It's true. The pressure of being perfect is so overwhelming that the only way you can get back is to be so bad. Even to this point I still fight back, I don't do drugs, don't party. I have sex.
Oh, sex. I love it way to much. Way to much. That is a story for another time.
Anyway, that is a little bit about me. Ask if you have questions. :D <3
Much love, Herondale. <3
