I grew up in a pretty abusive home. I'll call it pretty abusive because mine was quite different.
You know, a lot of times in an abusive home, the father is always the one at fault but mine was different. My Mum was always the problem.
My mum changes men faster than Taylor swift. This put me at great disadvantage. We were always changing towns. We never had a place to call our own home. This made my step brother and I very sad.
It was not like that at first. My family was a family that everyone in the neighbourhood admired, this was when my Dad's business was still working fine.
Let me start the story. My Mum had me when she was still in her teenage age. She was fifteen years old when she realised she was pregnant.
She always said to me that it was the most terrible day of her life. My Mum's parents were known as people who were very God-fearing. She didn't want to disgrace or tarnish her parent's image. So, she tried to abort the baby which was me. Even though my Dad advised her not to do so.
She told her parents that she was few months pregnant. Her Dad nearly killed her that day. Her Mum, my grandma cried that night till she fainted. Her Dad sent her packing the next day while her mother was still in the hospital. she begged my grand father to let her live with them a little while but he refused.
She moved to stay with my Dad. They lived in their one room apartment till my mum gave birth to me.
Judging from the kind of friends my mum kept, I would say she lived a reckless teen life before giving birth to me. I didn't really blame my grandparents for sending her out of the house.
Fortunately, my mum gave birth to my twin brother and I successfully.
The burden was too much for her and my Dad to carry as they were still teenagers. My Mum sold my twin brother to a barren woman.
My Dad was my best friend when I was little. He never joked with me. He taught me how to use the piano and also make music. Our father and daughter relationship was a very admirable and an inseparable one but something sad happened.
My dad left the country. This had a very negative effect on my Mother and I. The night before he left, he had an intense argument with my Mum. My mum told him not to leave the country but he insisted because the job he got was a very good one and he would earn a lot from it.
It was kinda funny. My Dad made a lot of promises to her that he would send money to us every weekend and we won't have to worry about anything. He is just going to stay for six months in Dubai before returning to the U.S.
Six months turned to three years. We only communicated with him in the first two months of his arrival in Dubai. From the third month, we stopped hearing from him. He only sent money to us once in a while.
"I know that you must be having a fun time with the Emiratis women there right? You cheat!" My mum cried on the phone.
"Why would I cheat on you? Please, I have work to do right now. Excuse me." My dad ended the call.
I have never seen my Mum cry as she cried that day. She was very frustrated but I don't think my Dad would be able to cheat on her. Their relationship was so strong that no one could come in between them.
After that day, my Mum never called my Dad on the phone and my Dad didn't call us again.
Things were so tough for my Mum and I. we were so poor to the extent that she would steal clothes in a supermarket for me. She sometimes hides me so that I won't be able to see what she is doing. Seeing my Mum do all that made me to slowly hate my Dad.
Few months later, my Mum remarried. She married Mr.Stephen. An old man in his early fifties. My mum was just twenty when she got married to him, maybe because of his riches. This made me believe that a mum can go extra length for her kids.
She got pregnant for him. Although, Mr.Stephen already has a wife and kids and my mum knew about that and still went ahead to get pregnant for him.
Mr.Stephen was very hot-headed. He will beat my mum up with any little opportunity he gets to do so. I hated the man so much that I will always curse him. Slowly, I moved that hate to my little step brother.
My mum endured this still. Seeing my mum cry every night made me hate my father but at the end of the day, you only know what you know.
We received a call from a foreign number one day. And guess who it was, My Dad. I didn't know whether to be excited or sad. This was five years later after he left.
"Is this Mr.Modric's wife on the phone?" the caller asked.
"Yes!" My Mum replied eagerly.
The caller said we should pick up my Dad from a hospital nearby.
We never knew that after our last call with him two years ago, he got into an accident which he almost lost his life. He has been in the hospital for two years now.
I was very excited that I was finally meeting my Dad again but mum wasn't happy. She is already remarried and she didn't know how my Dad would react when he hears of that.
Mr.Stephen threatened to kill her if she leaves the house. He locked my Mother and I in the house even after two days of receiving the call.
"Mum, this was all your fault! Why did you remarry so quickly instead of waiting for him?! if not for you, we won't be in this dungeon now!." I shouted at her.
"Blame me all you want but I was just doing this for your own sake." my mum replied.
"What stupid sake?! I never asked you to remarry, I never asked you to steal for my sake!." I continued shouting.
My Mum was shocked to hear that. She never knew that I saw her stealing.
"You are just eight years old but you don't behave like one. I could have sold you instead of your twin brother." my Mum sighed.
I kept silent for a while.
The gate man helped us escape the next morning. We went straight to the hospital with my step brother.
To my greatest surprise, my Dad has changed. He got older and looked more masculine. We were surprised to also realise that he was one of the richest men in the town.
I hugged him immediately I saw him. He lifted me up and swung me in the air as he always does. My Mum stood still looking at us with little Stephen in her hands. My Step brother's name is actually Stephen. My step Dad insisted on naming him that.
My Dad stared at her hands for a while. My mum looked at him with teary eyes.
He hugged her tightly after realising all she went through for my sake.
We moved to our new mansion that my Dad's company bought for him. We reunited once again as one big family. My Dad also accepted little Stephen as his own child. Mr.Stephen never asked of Stephen till today.
Reuniting with my Dad was one of my greatest wishes then and it finally came to pass.
We lived peacefully as one family for two years. Nothing lasts forever you know. My Mum associated with the classy young ladies in the town. With the help of my Dad's wealth, she also reunited with her family.
When we thought we had finally escaped Mr.stephens, an incident occurred which affected my Dad's company. This made them visit loan sharks in order to pay off their bills. Their loans were too much to the extent we started selling off most of our properties. Slowly, slowly, my Dad's company crumbled.
This was the time my Dad needed my Mum the most but she didn't care. She will ask my Dad for a large amount of money and if he tries to explain, she will shout at him. This made me slowly hate my Mum.
Few months later, my Dad was left with nothing but debts. I had to stop going to school for a while because he wasn't able to pay my fees. My Mum didn't care even a bit about My Dad. Her only concern was getting what she wanted.
She started returning home late at night. Her dresses were quite different. My Dad always asked her where she went to but she would ignore him and go straight to the bed.
My Dad worked part time in a bar near our house. People always made fun of us. How he was one of the richest men in town and slowly lost everything he had. Little did we know that this was all Mr.Stephens handwork.
My Dad heard rumours about my Mum sleeping around with men. We thought they were just joking until one day a crazy event happened.
That was the day I would never forget in my life. I regretted having my Mum as a mother. No one would ever pray to have her as a Mother. Despite everything we went through as a family she still went back to being a hoe.
That was the day I realised that you can't make a wife out of a hoe.