Christmas eve

My grandma, my moms mom was not happy with my unfit mom, she did not want us around and my mom and grandma would fight and I remember the last time I saw my grandma at this time was when my grandma smacked my mom after there yelling match was over.  My mom told me to get in the car and we left. 

We would wait until my grandparents were not home and sneak in there house and steal there food, my mom would always take my grandmas mustard pickles and bottle peaches.  I always went for the fruit snacks and candy.

We eventually got another apartment and by doing this my mom had to go to the government office and put in for child support and state help.  My dad was so upset that my mom wanted child support, he would ask me to tell my mom not to make them take child support out of his check because it was so much he didn't have any money to live on.  I was so scared for my dad that he didn't have any money so I would get angry at my mom for putting my dad in that situation and taking all his money.  My mom then would give my dad some of his money back and explained she had to get child support or we wouldn't be able to get state help.  What a messy situation I was put in as a child.

One day we needed money so my mom drove to my dads new girlfriends house which she found out through the grape vine aka the bar my dad would attend told my mom of this girlfriend and where she lived.  So my mom sent me to go up to the door and ask for my dad and some money.  I did not want to go but I also didn't want to live in the car.  So I walked up to my dads girlfriends door, knocked and she answered they door asked me what I wanted and I told her I was here to talk to my dad, she gave me the worst glare and slammed the door in my face.  I walked away crying, I was so mad that my mom made me do that and that the evil woman hated me and gave me the worst look ever.  I hated begging my dad for money.  I told my mom what happened and she was so mad, so we sat in the car for a while and my dad came out to talk to us, he was so mad because my mom found out about his girlfriend and tracked him down at her house.  He was also mad because charlottle his girlfriend ripped him a new one for allowing me to come to her house!

My mom found another loser boyfriend after she broke it off with the truck driver.  I was 9 at this time when my moms friend was writing a man in prison and she started a relationship with him so my mom started writing his brother who was in prison with him.  Yep, not the brightest idea to find a new man but we needed more drama in our life.  So my mom started dating this loser James and even went to visit him in prison and well the day came when he got out of prison and my mom married him and moved us to a apartment in salt lake city in the ghetto of course.  The apartment was right next door to James brother and they were big time drug addicts and alcoholics.  They didn't have jobs and they both were thief's.  Well the days went by without paying rent and eventually we got kicked out and had to move out.  We moved to Orem and got a apartment there.  We were poor of course since James didn't work and my mom was the only one working at a factory.  James would stay home smoking and drinking all day and listening to his country music full blast.  One night James wanted to steal something so he took me with him to some construction yard where they kept all there tools and supplies, he made me climb the fence and wanted me to grab stuff and throw it over the fence to him.  I didn't want to do that so he was so mad and jumped on top of the car and then over the fence and yelled at me, I then climbed the fence and got back in the car.  James got what he wanted and we drove off.

We were on foodstamps at the time and at this time it was coupon money.  So we would go to 7-eleven gas station and buy penny candy and use the $1 coupon and this way we would get change back and the change was real money and this is what we had to do so James could buy his beer and drugs with our foodstamp money turned into change.  I remember starving Christmas eve night because we didn't have food since james used it all for beer money and he had ran out of beer so he sent me to walk to the store in the night on a cold winter night with tons of deep snow on the ground to walk to the gas stations and get candy for change to use.  It was so cold but at least I was getting something to eat.  So I walked and froze to the gas station to return with his money, I found him high as a kite sitting in the apartment singing to the radio.  I was so angry and then to find out that night that we were not getting anything for Christmas.  My mom told me I was not naughty but santa was not coming this year for Christmas, we had no money and she was the real santa.  I had already figured that out but didn't hear the words out of her mouth until then.  I was so angry at my step dad it was Christmas eve he was high and drunk as a skunk and smoking his cigarettes and was so mean to me because I was crying that I wouldn't have Christmas the next day.  I went to bed hungry and crying and was so angry.  The next morning my mom was so excited for me to wake up.  She told me to come down stairs and look who came!!  I walked down to our living room that use to be bare without a Christmas tree and found a decorated Christmas tree with gifts underneath it!  I was so excited and so confused.  I guess the Mormons found us and brought us a tree in the night with presents.  I ran downstairs and my mom just couldn't stop being so excited!!! we opened our gifts and it was food, and pants and clothes.  The very last present I opened was a blanket that was made with my favorite colors green and purple!  I was so excited to have this blanket, and how amazing was it that it was green and purple my favorite colors.  I believe the spirit whispered to some sweet sister and she listend and made a blanket with green and purple just for some girl she had no idea about.  I was so excited and this was my most favorite Christmas ever.

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