Families always have problems, I know that. Mine just seemed to have more than most. My uncles had all spent time locked up and now they couldn’t get work. My mother was a drunk and my dad had never been in the picture. To say we were dysfunctional was an understatement.

Somehow mom had managed to buy the house we were in. It was small, just a few bedrooms and a kitchen/ living area. It was full of people, though.

We became the crash pad for anyone in the family with nowhere to stay, which was pretty much everybody. They blamed the bad economy. I blamed the stuff they kept snorting up their noses. Fear of another beating kept me from ever saying anything Like that.

I’d had my own bedroom until my Last uncle moved in. Uncle Eddy told mom he “needed” to have a comfortable bed. He was creepy enough he probably wouldn’t have cared if I stayed. My mother told me I could sleep on the couch, but she spent most nights there passed out drunk.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Occasionally I found myself sleeping in a chair on the front porch.

I managed to graduate

I’d got out of there as

several hours down the interstate in a seedy motel. My boyfriend drove me and my meager belongings to the motel. His payment was a quickie on the motel’s squeaky, uncomfortable bed. Once he left, I never saw him

at the motel was not exactly

stay there. I had my own bed

span. Soon I learned to avoid Mr. Pensky, the

Pensky refused to buy me even simple things, like gloves. My hands were red and raw from the chemicals I used. After a couple

motel’s clientele were mostly old grimy men. They tried to grope me daily, but I was fast. I’d Learned

nobody stole what I bought. I rarely had fresh fruit or vegetables, canned foods kept better and were cheaper. I knew I couldn’t eat like that forever. It was still an upgrade

down to the coast. There was a place there the to’ ts

a shock when I managed to graduate

got out of there

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