Run, Lola, Run!!

I guess most folks think they have a lucky number.......like mine is 7!  I don't know that there is such a thing but there have been lots of coincidences of that number playing a role in my life.  For instance my birthday is on the 7th......I spent 7 great years with my grammas, I would spend the next 7 years with a mother from hell......and in the next 7 years I ran away from home, got 2 jobs and an apartment for two years, met my first husband and had two children and was pregnant with twins!!! Lots of 7's in there huh??? lmao 

To be fair I should not leave anyone with the thoughts that my mother was unfit........but very close to it......but only to me! She returned to Hawaii from New York and abruptly removed me from my town gramma physically and threatened me daily of never seeing her again if I didn't learn to mind! She beat me daily......OMG if one day should pass that I didn't say or do something wrong it would be a miracle! She starved me to death!! (Like I could not have lived on my fat I had stored for about another 7 yrs!) She introduced me to a stepfather, three sisters and a brother and was pregnant!  They were the kids out of a horror movie..........touching stuff that didn't belong to them!! I had one doll that I could play with........it was made of metal and had blonde painted on hair and a painted on green dress and a key in the middle of her back and when you wound it up she roller skated.......it was the only toy I took with me and she threw it away because I wouldn't share it! She called me names and the other kids quickly learned them and would tease me too.

Now to be totally honest........she showed up at my grammas out of the blue and I had no clue who she was.......to me she was just someone off the street! I fought going with her so hard and so loud that one of the neighbors called the police.  When the officer arrived he explained to me that she was my mother and I had to go with her........hell he didn't know that I had never seen this woman before today!!! So yes I finally got into the car........but holy cow did I have attitude!!!  So yes I got beat daily, but to be fair she was trying to break a wild horse!!  I was beligerent, hateful to say the least.......told you already that I had the vocabulary of a 40 yr old so I was constantly with the Tobasco bottle to my mouth!! And I had to learn that when you are part of a FAMILY that you cannot just get into the refrigerator and help yourself........are you kidding me??? So yes, on top of all the rest........I was freakin hungry!!! And all the time her pregnant hormones were runnin amuck and I was driving her crazy!! I knew it pissed her off cause I wouldn't cry when she whipped me so I would grit my teeth and I'd have cut off my own hand before I cried.......Did I mention that I was born stubborn??? Now my stepfather was great........but rarely around! He played golf in his spare time but he was in the Army so he worked very long hours.  I knew I was safe when he was at home though so I would push a little.........lol  Then there were the siblings from hell !  I could have easily choked every one of them!!

I do have to give my mother credit for everything she taught me.  If not for her I wouldn't know how to sew, cook, clean, deal with crying babies in the middle of the night, potty train a child, iron clothes and do laundry!! By the time I was 14 I could have been married and raising a family!! I felt like the maid a lot of the time but you know you just focus on the future and take it one day at a time......sometimes it was fun messin with her......it was worth the whippin just to not cry and frustrate the hell out of her!

I truly wanted to bypass these 7 years but Dan said if you are gonna tell the story then tell all of it........yeah, I know he's right so I tried to make it as civil as I could and just let your imaginations figure out the rest.......lol I do promise from now my stories will be much happier! And we'll unfold more 7's in my world!!