Product of the Entanglement

By Ebony Remo

A woman in love with two men found herself pregnant but only one of her lovers could father her child. Is it her beloved husband or is it the chivalrous man she had a lengthy entanglement with? The secret would be revealed after twenty-eight years of discretion.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ebony Remo
• Release date: Sep 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088037331

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Product of The Entanglement

From Shadows of Yesterday to Triumphs of Tomorrow

A Memoir By Ebony Remo

Product of the Entanglement:

From Shadows of Yesterday to Triumphs of Tomorrow a Memoir by Ebony Remo

© 2023 by Ebony Remo. All rights reserved.

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Table of Contents

Introduction ..........................................................................................................................................1

Chapter 1: ............................................................................ Stolen Innocence: Memories of Ebony

Chapter 2: ................................... Shadows of Childhood: Abandonment and Unspoken Secrets

Chapter 3: ...................................... the Shadow of Favoritism: Battling Inequity in Family Ties

Chapter 4: ..................................... Revelations and Repercussions: Finding Faith Amidst Strife

Chapter 5: .................................. Journey through Turbulent Waters: Struggles and Resilience

Chapter 6: .................................................................................................... Shadows and Sanctuary

Chapter 7: ............................................ From Hardship to Hope: A Family's Fractured Journey

Chapter 8: ................................................... Driven to Desperation: The Road to the Dodge Dart

Chapter 9: .............................. Redefining Roads: From Hometown Ties to Hollywood Dreams

Chapter 10: ........................................................ Echoes of Loneliness: Seeking Light in Shadows

Chapter 11: .................................................... Whirlwinds of Trust: The Ties that Bind and Break

Chapter 12: ......................................... Betrayals & New Beginnings: Navigating Trust and Ties

Chapter 13: ................................ Turbulent Ties: From Hopeful Beginnings to Household Strife

Chapter 14: .................................................... Ancestral Revelations: Unraveling Ties and Trials

Conclusion ...................................................................................................................................... End

Introduction

From the earliest memories of my childhood, I recall an array of obstacles that stood tall and menacing, casting long shadows on the path I walked. I was not dealt a hand of fortune, nor was I born under a silver-lined cloud. But as I sit down to pen this memoir, I am reminded of an enduring truth: the beginning does not determine the end.

As you flip through these pages, you'll journey with me through my formative years, ones marked by trials, tribulations, and the kind of pain that would make any soul wince. Yet, this isn't a tale of despair or of endless misery; it's a testament to resilience, a ballad of triumph sung by a spirit that refused to be quenched.

My story, raw and unfiltered, serves as a beacon of hope, illuminating the fact that our origins, however humble or challenging, cannot shackle our destinies. We are not prisoners of our past; rather, we are architects of our future. It is my ardent hope that as you delve deeper into my narrative, you will find solace in the truth that no matter where one starts, it's always possible to rise, conquer, and claim victory.

Welcome to my journey – a testament to the boundless strength of the human spirit and an affirmation that the sunset of today can beget the sunrise of a brighter tomorrow.

Chapter 1:

Stolen Innocence: Memories of Ebony

In the twilight of recollections, where innocence once danced, there lay the shadowed memories of Ebony, echoing tales of lost youth and the resilience to reclaim what was taken.

-Ebony

Within the pages that follow, I invite you into the intimate spaces of my life, where the shadows of a challenging past cast their long reach. These chapters recount a narrative that, though rooted in adversity, ultimately aims to illuminate the enduring strength of the human spirit. This is not just my story; it's a testament to the capacity of resilience, the potential for growth, and the indomitable will to forge a new path.

As you embark on this journey with me, remember that life's tapestry is woven from both trials and triumphs. Our beginnings need not define our destinies, for within every hardship lies the potential for a beautiful transformation. Through sharing my experiences, my hope is to inspire, uplift, and remind you that even from the darkest of circumstances, a life of purpose, joy, and fulfillment can emerge.

It was a sweltering day in May 2023 when my life changed forever. I had been living a lie for years. Perhaps you're wondering how I found myself on this roof, tears streaming down my face, revealing to my family a painful secret: the man they knew as their brother, son, father, and my mother's husband for 32 years is not my biological father. Who already knew this? Who was taken aback, and who had suspicions?

The reality is, even two competent individuals can sometimes fail to adequately parent a child, especially five simultaneously. Health classes, home economics, and dolls do little to truly prepare anyone for the challenges of parenthood. The journey of raising a child is undoubtedly demanding yet rewarding. When some find themselves ill-equipped to raise their children, they might opt for adoption, leave the child under a relative's care, or in dire situations, have the child taken away. For example, in this photograph, one individual was fortunate enough to be adopted by a loving family after their alcoholic mother gave them up. I wasn't so lucky.

Tensions between mothers and daughters are commonplace. Similarly, while some fathers might be absent, others form a tight-knit bond with their daughters, leading to the term daddy's girl. If you share a close relationship with your parents, remember to express your gratitude and love, especially after reading this. Throughout my life, I've been on a quest for the love and connection I missed out on at home. This search has burdened me with feelings of abandonment, separation anxiety, and profound loneliness.

Life may not owe us anything, but I never thought I deserved the hand I was dealt.

**Freeze frame** Let me take you back to where it all started.

Rewind to 1995: it's a beautiful day in my favorite season, and I enter the world weighing 5 pounds and 4 ounces, with an extra finger and the aftermath of an in-utero accident.

What's her name? they asked. Ebony, was the response.

She looks just like her brother. Which one?

The darker one.

Well then, let's head back to our cramped 400-square-foot apartment and make it a party of five.

Of course, I can't recall every detail from that time. Some memories that stark against the fog of childhood amnesia have never faded. Most children don’t remember much from their early years, but for some, traumatic experiences can force them into consciousness earlier than usual. My late grandfather, for instance, found humor in threatening to discard me for crying – a natural part of being a child. While it was a laugh for the family, it intensified my feelings of not belonging.

Throughout my childhood, a revolving door of caregivers watched over me, many of whom were woefully ill-prepared for the responsibility. Parents can't prevent every misfortune, but they can choose their child's guardians with care. I urge you to consider this: how would you react if your daughters or sisters were mistreated, harassed, or hurt? Would you turn a blind eye to preserve harmony? Or would you prioritize the child's welfare and support their journey of healing?"

At the age of 5 1/2, I experienced two pivotal moments that remain vivid in my memory. On the first occasion, my father, Don, was punishing my older brother, Tony, over a minor issue. He forced me and my oldest brother, Daine, to mockingly laugh at Tony. If we didn't, we were threatened with a beating. Not long after this incident, our house was destroyed by a fire because my father, an alcoholic, was cooking under the influence. This disaster forced our family to move into the house where my mother, Shanna, grew up – the home of my great-great-grandmother.

Throughout the years, my great-great-grandmother frequently looked after me and my brothers. Regardless of my age, she always forbade me from going outside when I was at her house, which made me dread my visits there.

On one occasion, I was being looked after by my dad's older cousin, along with about 8 other children. Their ages spanned from me being the youngest to the oldest being 16 years old. This incident happened early in the morning, before dawn. I was awakened to be taken to the bathroom to prevent any accidents, as I had a history of bedwetting until I was about 11. This was primarily due to my fear of not knowing who might be waiting in the bathroom during nighttime. As I looked around, all the other kids were still asleep on a large makeshift bed made from blankets on the floor.

Why am I awake? I didn’t wet the bed, I murmured.

Shhh! You'll wake everyone. You need to pee, a voice whispered.

Suddenly, I was lifted and carried a short distance to the bathroom. Once inside, my underwear was tugged down, and I was placed in an empty bathtub.

If you speak out, I'll punish you. Stay silent, the voice warned.

But I haven't done anything wrong. I'm scared, and it's so dark. I want to go home, I whispered back.

Stay quiet, or you'll regret it," Greg threatened, lifting me from the tub and shaking me. Tears welled up in my eyes. Greg was Don’s mean aggressive cousin who was in his late teens.

Greg then partially lowered his pants and tried to assault me against the bathroom counter. The pain was unbearable, and I was filled with fear and loathing.

From outside the bathroom, voices of some children arose, What's happening in there? They were alarmed by the disturbance.

I'm grateful to God for helping me, I reflected.

Chapter 2:

Shadows of Childhood: Abandonment and Unspoken Secrets

Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us.

- David Richo

Moving forward, when I was six and a half, we moved to a trailer located deep in the countryside. The vast expanse of land around was perfect for running and playing. However, we rarely got to play outside, primarily because we were often left home alone without supervision. One day, my dad's teenage cousin, Greg, unexpectedly came to visit. He claimed he wanted to visit to hang out with my brothers. As I was hiding under the bed, watching my brothers play a game, Greg entered the room. His presence terrified me because I knew what he was capable of. I stayed silent, hoping he hadn’t noticed me under there.

Greg excitedly suggested, 'How about we play hide and seek in the dark?' My trusting older brothers quickly agreed, especially since it was our 'cool' older cousin proposing the game. I was unaware that his real intention was to approach the spot where I was hiding under the bed. In the dark, Gino quickly counted while my brothers hurriedly found hiding places outside of the room. After counting to