A Secret Pice of Me

  Our Arrival     It is the summer of 1991 .   We  arrive in South America, after finding out that my mother had officially kidnapped her own children from the hands of the American government and my uncle and aunt. We were off to our new lives. and once we arrived I had no idea what would become of my life there. This was a place full of dirt roads and people speaking a language I did not understand. We look strange to them and they to us. I suddenly had a large family a grandmother and uncles and cousins and aunts I had not seen or known of before then.  Settling in was difficult. We were all in the same room and had to share everything even food, this was a poor country and we came to form a very comfortable life before coming here so excepting all of these changes from one day to the next was no easy feat. We were living with my u...

    It's the winter ❄️ of 1990.  I am four years old,   I guess  I'll  take you back to the  beginning. This is  more than a story with a simple happy ending. Since these are so hard to come by anyhow. No one on this earth is immortal nor do they have the good sense to know when they're done with a chapter in their life well enough to move on. Especially, this is the case with women. We as Women of the 21st century tend to suffer in silence and not only for a little while but for many years. Becoming comfortable in our relationships. In the belief that we will never be able to do better . Or that we deserve better, or even that we are doing the right thing for our children!! If you can believe that! That was actually the situation with me. I love....and when I love I love hard!!! And so it was twice for me. I had loved so hard that it became my undoing.      It started with my father actually. Who can you love more than your own pat...