I Wouldn’T Trade Nothing for My Journey

By Xlibris US

My happiest time had to be when my daughter was born. What tickled me was when they took her out, she curled up like a cat. Her back went in and her arms went back and her foot went back and she yawned. The doctor didnt hit her on her butt. She yawned, and I thought that was cute. I said, Thats my baby!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499081633

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Copyright © 2014 by Phyllis Lane.

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Rev. date: 10/25/2014

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CONTENTS

Introduction

A Way Out

My Momma

My Dad

My Brother And I

Childhood Memories

First Born

Trips To The State Hospital

Introduction To Drugs

The Beginnings Of My Son

Living On My Own

Relationships

How These Men Treated My Son

Reading The Bible And Going To Church

Trying To Change

Dealing With Being Sexually Assaulted

Doctors

Wisdom I Have Gained From The Bible

Regrets

Thoughts Of My Father Today

Coping With Death Of My Momma And Friends

In Conclusion

I have written this book of overcoming a hostile home life and struggling with mental illness at a time when it was taboo. This book is aimed at young women who are suffering from broken homes and feeling they are not loved. It is an encouragement to let them know things do get better if they look to the Lord for all their help.

INTRODUCTION

M Y MOTHER TOLD me that she screamed having me. She was in so much pain when I as being born. She said the doctor peeled a sheet of skin off my eyes. The doctor said I would get everything I wanted in life. His name was Dr. Love. She said I was so painful coming out. My mother never gave details. I guess that is where I get that from, so I don’t know how long she was in labor with me. I was born in Maumee Valley Hospital, September 22, 1954 at 7:35pm.

The first place I remember living was on Washington St. My first school was Monroe on the corner of Monroe and Collingwood. It used to be a Kewpee’s. Oh man, you talk about some good food! We had hamburgers that I don’t know what they did to that mustard. But that mustard on that sandwich was good! It was thin like they do it at Steak and Shake. They put mustard on it and an onion real nice and thin, like Wendy’s do. But it was just delicious. And it didn’t cost a lot like they do now. I went to Mt. Pilgrim church when it was on Division and Indiana when I was two. My dad bought me a blonde haired doll with a lavender dress on and he bought that same dress for me. It had a can-can slip. That is as far back that I can remember when I first started going to church. We were in an apartment on Washington St. and it had a garage in the back.

From Washington St. we moved on W. London Square. What I remember over there is my dad holding a gun to my mother’s head and shooting bullets up above the stairway. It was tragic over there. Oh yeah, it was no joke over there. Every time I looked up, me and momma were leaving. We would go over one of her sisters’ houses because dad had been beating her, I guess, and she was leaving him. We only went to one particular sister’s house once, because she would tell my dad we were there. Then he would come over and talk her into coming back home. My aunt’s husband cheated on her but she fought for him. She would go where he was and make him come out of the house from whatever woman he was with. That’s the kind of woman she was. I guess she thought my mom should be able to put up with my dad fighting her.

But see, I don’t know what was going on in the background. My mom’s male friend was the one who took her to the hospital when she had me. I know my dad was probably out drinking and then maybe not because it was on a Wednesday. I was born Wednesday and he was a weekend drinker. It’s just the idea, I was born at 7:35pm, so I just wonder where was my dad. I was eight when we moved to W. London Square and we stayed there until Momma killed my dad when I was eleven.

My dad pulled out a knife to cut my mom one day. He had told her before they left the house to take the gun. So she had the gun in her purse. When they left home they went to a bar. He ordered her a drink. He said: Drink it or wear it. She drank it. Then they left there,