My White Trash Beginnings!

White Trash

When my mom was 18, she decided that she did not want to live at home anymore. She thought the best way for her to get out was to get married with her boyfriend of 2 months. Of course, they were madly in love (yeah right). Needless to say, a year later, I came into their happy trailerpark lives. Well, they were young, working at Mccy D's (mcdonalds), and living in a trailer. They had little income, and a baby didnt help. However, my sperm donor couldn't keep his pants on, and thus my brother was born a year after me.

Ah, he was the little delight in my pa's eyes. And yet, a year later, another bro was born. By this time, my mom and pa were not getting along. She was 21, had 3 kids, and he was a drunk. So, they did what anyone at the time did, they got divorced.

So, now, here is the situation: My mom is 22, 3 kids, divorced, has a full hysterectimy, then (get this) she gets married AGAIN!! haha isnt that funny. this time, he is 10 years older than her, they are in class together, and were only dating for about 2 months. but it worked out, after all these years they are still married. He is my daddy, adopted us when I was in 8th grade.

In '86 there was a huge flood that came in and it took away our trailer. my mom put all 3 of us babies on top of the fridge while we waited to be rescued. They came just in time.
When we lived there, the lady in the trailer next to us babysat us while my mom worked. She had twin girls and a little boy.

Now, I know that babies dont have memories, but I remember her. She was horrible. We were not allowed to sit on the furniture because my mom smoked. She wouldnt change us, or take us to the bathroom. She barely fed us. She would make us watch soap operas instead of Bert & Ernie. And she would not even warm up our food, so we were stuck eating cold hotdogs, and dry macaroni.

One day, I was going to the bathroom, I was 3, and the floor around the toilet had started to rot, and was standing on it, it broke, and I landed on the ground under the trailer.

My sperm donor (his name is John by the way), was an alcoholic. He loved the middle child, Will. In fact, he loved him so much that he thought it was funny and cute to see babies drunk. So, he would give Will what was left out of his beer cans. Just imagine a 1 year old stumbling around drunk. Not a dinner conversation

Well, that is all for now on my trailer park life. After the flood, we moved up to a one bedroom apt. (yes 5 people in one bedroom). and life kept getting better (sckof!) but, as you can tell I am a lot of sarcastic, and I poke a lot of fun at myself. oh! and just to straighten things out, the person to whom I refer to as my sperm donor is my biological father. however, I saw him for a month when I was 10 and that was it. he was not involved in my life, so he does not get the reckognition of being my father.
much love