Who were like, “Who do you think you are? You’re a dumb blonde, or you must be some rich girl. Life’s been really easy for you.” My past is not a beautiful one. My sister had an extreme drug problem when I was in high school. I remember one night coming home and I could hear her screaming at the top of her lungs. My mom is on top of her, choking her. My sister’s attempting to scream, trying to throw punches, and all this stuff. I go over and I’m trying to shove my mom off, and she throws an elbow at me, knocks me in the face. My sister breaks free from my mom, because I’m trying to hold my mom.
She runs into this washing room. She tries to shut the door, and my mom breaks through and again just starts choking her. She’s turning blue, and I’m screaming. Finally, we got my mom out of the washing room. We locked ourselves in between the two. My mom is kicking the door so hard that the door is breaking and it’s splintering. My sister is in this little ball just screaming, “Why doesn’t my mom love me? Why doesn’t my mom love me?” She moved out that night.
I had this very bipolar experience with love, in the sense that it was unpredictable, and it was kind of scary about my mom’s, and my dad was just this … I just felt safe. I felt like I could do no wrong. It just felt natural, and it would flow. He taught me how to two-step in the living room. I had my feet on his boots, and I had my hair in little braids, my little feet on his, and we’re two-stepping and I’m giggling because I’m messing up, and he’s twirling me around. That was all the time with him, was that feeling.
When I was 11 years old, I took my mom to court so that I could live with my father. I had to write a letter to the judge, telling everything that my mom had did, and they read it in court in front of her, and I was like, “There’s no way any judge would ever let me go back to her,” so I was just 100% confident, and I remember the call, and I was sitting in this little living room in Oklahoma, my step-mom, and she picks up the phone, and I’m so excited because I’m like, “Oh, she’s gonna tell me my life’s gonna change,” and I just saw her face just look at me with just deep concern, and I was like, “Say something,” and she’s like, “Baby, we didn’t win.” I just started screaming, and I grabbed the phone, talked to my dad, and he had fought tooth and nail, maxed out every credit card he had to try and fight for me. He must have felt so defeated in that moment.
I remember having to get on that plane and go back to my mom’s, and I wouldn’t even let her be at the airport. I said, “I will not go home if you’re at the airport,” and I hated her. I was so mad.
I remember when I was 13, getting home, and a few hours later, I get a call from my father, and he didn’t sound right, and I could just hear in his voice … He just called to say, “Hey,” but something was really wrong. I said, “Daddy, are you okay?” He’s like, “I’m fine.” I go to my mom, and I’m like, “I know you don’t really like this man, but he’s not okay right now and something’s wrong.” She picks up the phone, and she’s like, “Do I need to call people like last time?”
Immediately, I knew. I was like, “This is so bad. This is so, so bad.” I grabbed the phone from her, and I say, “Daddy, I need you. Me and my sister, we need you. Please, whatever’s going on, please be stronger than this. We love you. You’re amazing. You’re perfect,” and he stops, and I will never forget the words, because it hit me so hard, and he’s like, just quiet, and he goes, “Honey, Daddy’s just tired,” and I could feel the weight of the world on him in that moment where he could not see past his darkness, and I couldn’t take it from him. I was this 13-year-old girl saying, “Just please, Daddy. Don’t go. I don’t know where you are. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know why you’re in this space, but can I help?”
My mom grabs the phone, and she’s screaming at him, she’s like, “You fucking bastard, don’t you leave these girls. Don’t you do this to them. This is so selfish. Tell me where the fuck you are.” He eventually tells my mom where he is, and I remember thinking that day if someone had just been there before, before he took the pills, if someone had told him that he was okay, that all of his mistakes were forgiven, he deserved to be loved exactly as he was, then he wouldn’t have been in that space in the first place.
I shut off. It was too painful, and the feeling of the most important person in your life and you can’t save them, I made that my excuse for a long time. I’m a victim, and I ran with that for as long as I could. I started getting bad grades. I stopped trying, and I remember one of my teachers saying, “What has happened to you? You’re gonna go nowhere if you keep this up.” I remember smiling, being like, “Yes. I wanna go nowhere.” It was this cycle that I would create, and I created it into my twenties and unhealthy relationships and in my job experiences and allowing people to treat me ways that were totally disrespectful to my soul.
I was in a relationship with someone who I should have never been in a relationship with in the first place, and I remember one night, we were sitting in our bedroom, and he was an extremely jealous and insecure person, verbally and emotionally abusive, and it was the first night that he became physical, and he took a wine glass and he threw it at me full force. The wine hit my face, and it smashed into the wall behind me, and I remember in that moment, this pain, this lack of self worth was so much darker than anything that anyone should ever feel or experience or even … It wasn’t real, and I prayed, and I got on my knees, and I said, “God, I know that I’m here for a reason. I can’t see it. I sure as hell can’t get to it, but I know I’m here for something far bigger than this bullshit,” and it was like this wave of energy came over me.
I looked at him, and I was like, “Get out. Get out of my life.” I just was like just strong in it, and he left. I don’t know who spoke through telling him to get out, but thank God it did because it gave me a couple days to be like, “Why? Why did I let this in?” It gave me distance to create enough clarity to let the fog start to lift, to see things as they really are.
Why did I go into that? I was afraid to be unaccepted. I was afraid to live my life without someone constantly there. I was afraid to fully be loved, so I attracted someone who wouldn’t love me fully. Well, I don’t want to live a life of fear anymore. I want to live a life of love, so every day, I will make decisions from love, and, sometimes, they’re really courageous. They’re crazy. They’re perfect. They make me a better person.