HER STORY E-Book

Jessica Guzman

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Ratgeber
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

There are things that a child endures that scars them, and then there are things that change them. Growing up it wasn't easy I went through a lot of terrifying things. Eventually I made some changes within myself. From a young child who was getting abused to a teenager who was getting abused to a woman who lost her only true love. The pain and the problems just never seemed to stop. Still she was the realist person, loving and so humble. 

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Jessica Guzman

HER STORY

I dedicate this book to myself, to my son Marqus junior and to any young women who are living a life of pain and feel lost. I want to give a message that no matter what you come from, no matter what you have experienced that does not define your character it only defines you. What you use your experiences for is what determines your character. I want to help people old and young. I want to spread love and show the world that stars still shine even in dark places. Thank you to all of my family as well regardless I wouldn't be here right now sharing my story without you guys. One more thing don't ever be afraid or ashamed of your past that is the only thing we truly have that is ours so own it ! BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Life

So when a lot of people think of "Little Jessica" they think mean, bad ass, fights a lot. The truth is no one knows the real me because I let her go. There was a time that I was the purest soul. Unfortunately a lot of bad things happened before me in my family that I had no control over. Like my mother falling in love with a man who was no good or like my mother having seizures which leaves her jobless a lot of times. Even things like my father not being present in my life or the fact that my mom had five kids. A whole bunch of shit out of my hands but at the same time falling over into my life. It wasn't all bad though there were times that I felt like the luckiest kid in the world. As far as having a childhood I had a taste of it and I remember and cherish it. All in all my mother was on welfare raising us. Both of her baby fathers were in and out. I can only imagine how hard it was for her but it still made things hard for me. I always felt like I needed to help and I couldn't be the one to say no. So I picked up the slack at a very young age helping my mother. Taking the kids to school , feeding them, cleaning the house whatever I could. Not really leaving me much time to be a child. I grew up so fast and no one knew why for a while I was just the bad child. I was the friend the moms hated their kids around. I was the family member that all my cousins couldn't hang with too much but I didn't care, not then atleast. I had the attitude of an untouchable bitch and couldn't no one tell me otherwise. By the age of twelve I was drinking, smoking, partying doing things I had no business doing. Eventually that all came to an end when life smacked me right in my face. Now let me get to where things got sour.

Just started

When I was 5 years old my step father started to molest me. Honestly I couldn't even explain the feeling shit I didn't even understand what was going on at first. When I started to realize what was happening was not right I would tell him I was gonna tel and he threatened back to kill my mother and siblings. There was another man my mom used to let stay in the house and one night I saw him touching one of my younger sisters. We were sleeping and I felt the bed moving when I looked over I saw him on top of her and he jumped to the floor, I pulled her close to me and went back to sleep. When I woke up I told my mother everything me I mean everything. I remember the day like the back of my hand I brang her in the bathroom and just started crying and told her that the man was touching my little sister and deep down I did not want to mention me at all but I felt like that was my chance so I told her and she was in shock. We spoke about it for hours she questioned me for a while even had my uncles speak to me about it. My biological father mind you I had never met him in my life even came out the wood works and found out somehow. He wanted to handle things a little differently. My mom choose to call the cops instead. It wasn't over there though because I was so young and they didn't want me to testify the cops needed a confession. How the hell were they gonna get that. Well my mom was told to continue letting him in the house not unsupervised but make sure he was comfortable and didn't suspect anything. Those few days dragged out it was so nerve wrecking. The plan was for my mom to wear a wire and get a confession. So they went to a restaurant like a normal couple and she really fucking got him to confess. I'm talking about some real freaking CSI shit with a wire on and when he did they ran in the restaurant and arrested him. He went to jail he got sentenced and I thought it was finally all over. Things changed a lot after a while I was angry, acting out, and hated everybody. Little did I know it had just began.