I Had no Teacher....

Whoa... I got a lot on my mind these days. There's a lot I want to talk about but before I start talking about my myself and why I am the way I am I figured I must give you a little history about me. Of course, its the abridged version and some things are purposely lefted out. Sorry, it is what it is but it should be enough information for you to draw some sort of conclusion.

Anyway, about five years ago, I went to my family reunion in South Carolina. To my surprise, my mother's family history was well documented. I quickly learned the origin of my mother's maiden name which was the direct result of the slave trade. According to the records, my great, great, great grandfather worked in the fields. His master did allow him in the house and he eventually earned his freedom and became a farmer. He was never married but managed to have five kids (4 boys & 1 girl). One of his sons, who I would assume would be my great, great uncle had 19 kids. He too was not married. This is where I think the playa type mentality originated from on my moms side of the family.

Now my father, who is deceased, was a little bit of a mystery. He was an immigrate who mirgated to this country sometime during the early 1950's. Although his paper work (passport) was in order, there was a secret about him that I would not discover until I was in my mid twenties. From what my aunt's and uncle's have told me, my dad had two or three children prior to him coming to America. He never spoke about them and to this day, I have never met them. Surprisingly, he did mention to me to he has a son in Florida from a previous relationship. He also mentioned that I might have a sister who coincidently is two years younger than me and lives around the corner from where I grew up (Note, since my dad never took a paternity test to confirm this, I do not acknowledge her as my sister but my brother does. She had ample time to find out the truth but never did). Now my mother, prior to linking up with my dad had a child from previous relationship also. The only difference was that it was known fact.

My parent's union produced two kids. So, growing up all I knew about was the three kids living in the house of which, I was the youngest. One big happy family right?? Wrong. My oldest brother broke out and moved in with my grandmother when he was in the eight grade. Meanwhile, my parents argued about everything but it mostly seemed to be monetary. Later, I would find out that my father just ran the streets. But what I did know was this. My father was abusive and one day I guess my mother decided enough was enough. So she decided to leave him. With this, came my first big decision. Who am I going to live with???

To be continued....