I don't know how many people are familiar with Myspace but I don't think I could ever live without this website. I had an old friend contact me yesterday who I haven't talked to since I was pregnant with Alex. What freaked me out was the fact that he had a music profile page and he's a rapper now. LOL I would have never expect that. I can't wait to catch up with him, hopefully we can get together.
Alittle history behind the friendship and something you've never heard about. My mother decided after our parents got divorced that she couldn't live in a house that my dad lived in with her for so many years, so she sold it and moved us to a new school district and house in town plus she wanted to be closer to her racist asshole boyfriend who ended up moving in with us and they got married. Lucky for me, there were these 3 Mexican brothers, The Martinez brothers (doesn't that sound great?) around the corner who had also just moved in with their dad. We all clicked instantly and were really good friends. The one I connected to the most and who found me on MySpace was G, the youngest. I was over there all the time, and this was before Dave and I hooked up. When Dave and I did get together, we'd still go over there all the time together.
One night I decided to walk over to their house because I had nothing better to do. It wasn't even my curfew or that late. I was sitting there talking to them outside and another friend Rocha was there. We suddenly heard my StepDad yelling at me and my mom trailing behind him. He confronted me saying I wasn't supposed to be out late, yadda yadda then tried to grab my wrist to pull me home. We all knew he's racist and just didn't want me there. I told him and my mom "no, I'll be home in a bit." But he wasn't taking no for an answer. He told me I needed to respect him as my stepdad and listen but are you going to listen when some asshole starts trying to pull you home by your wrist?? Rocha stood up and at over 6 ft tall and 230 or so lbs he has to be the biggest Mexican I know, and I know it intimidated Steve but he grabbed me by my ear and started pulling me home with me beating him telling him to let me go. The guys didn't know what the hell to do but I told them I'd call them later. I never did.
As soon as we got to the back door of my house Steve started yelling at me and I started yelling back and told my mom I wish she would have never married the racist asshole and we'd be better off without him. She came up and slapped me across the face. I was so pissed and in a split second I PUNCHED MY MOM IN THE EYE so bad that it started bleeding. Steve grabbed me, hauled me in the backdoor, threw me against it and started shaking me and choking me screaming "you do not hit your mother." over and over. By this time I was ready to kill I didn't care what the hell the consequences were. I started pulling my legs up and kicking the shit out of him and got loose. I told them I was leaving and going to David's house. Of course since he's Mexican too that wasn't going to fly with Steve so he blocked the door and I tried getting around him in which he threw me on the couch. He held my arms screaming at me and again choking the shit out of me and my mom at this point was trying to get him off. I think it was then she saw that he was probably going to kill me. I'm going to guess I kicked him in the balls about 100 times. My mom said he was hurt so bad he couldn't walk around well for a week. Finally that night I went to my room since I couldn't escape. They took my phone so I couldn't call anyone and I went to school the next day. My mom drove me as to give me a peptalk. "Don't tell anyone." "Steve just doesn't like you walking around at night." "Look what you did to my eye." I slammed her door at the school and went inside straight to the office. I asked for David, Martinez, and Rocha to be called into mediation. They asked if we had a fight and I said no but it was very important for me to talk to them so they got them out and into the office.
I tried to keep my cool and act as normal as possible but when the guys showed up I just bursted into tears. The Mediator who is a school employee was in the room with us and I showed them all the bruises. I had bruised hand marks on my wrists, upper arms, and my neck. The mediator left the room and called the police while I talked to the guys. Dave hugged me and said to come live with him because his mom knew I was having problems with Steve before this. When the police came they told the guys to go back to class and they were going to get me some help. I think my mom was probably shitting bricks when the cops went to her house. They removed me from my home and I went to my cousins (on my dad's side) house and lived with her for a week. It was either this or a teen detention center. They wanted me to not have any contact with my mother's side of the family. In the end I went back after the week, and we had a social worker visit weekly to make sure things were under control. Believe me when I say Steve turned to an angel with me because he knew one wrong move and he'd go to jail. My mom stayed with the bastard for a few years after this. Infact she loved him so much she let him beat the shit out of her too and rip tons of hairballs out of her head. I called 911 a total of 3 times in the 3 years I lived with this asshole. He was taken to jail only once.