It is time..

..to tell the story.My story.The first year I got to the States.
*sigh* here goes nothing.
It was December 6th, 2006 when we got our visas. Me and mom. The whole process, happened so fast that, I honestly didnt, think about it , that much. I was just happy that I didnt had to go to school anymore.I was free of homework, teachers, reading and math.
We decided , that we would leave after , Christmas, sometime in February. We wanted to have one last Christmas with our family.
Thinking about it , I realized that i was about to leave everything behind. Mom, auntie, grandma, cooking in the kitchen, my grandpa helping peeling potatoes, getting the drinks ready, shoveling the snow outside...
We always waited to do the Christmas tree, on Christmas Eve, but since my birthday is on December 22nd , that year we decided that we need to do it early. I always used to do it with my cousin. I still remember , how unpatient i was, waiting for Vlad to come over and help me untangle the lights.
That year, i decided to decorate my Christmas tree, with my best friend Andreea. everything was perfect.Thats the moment , when i realized that ,i would terribly miss the girl that was part of my life for the past 12 years.I think thats when both of us realized what was about to happen. We would be separated.
If I would have to be honest , at the beggining i didnt like the guy . It took me three years , before i started talking to him on the phone , whenever he called.I just used to throw a "Yes", "No", "I dont know" in there and i was done with him. I was the tipical single child , that only had mom . I was jealous of this guy that just dropped in our lives and claimed that he loved my mom. I remember the day he took a shower in out bathroom , i totally freaked out! i started yelling at my mom that she needs to get him out!
I never threw any tantrums, but , i was jealous . Well, , I got over it , after my mom asked me if i wanted her to be alone for the rest of her life..
It was something , i never wanted for her, so i started thinking that maybe this is what was best.
I was never good at goodbyes, and the fact that half my family and friends came at the airport didnt make it easier ,either. It was the most heartbreaking thing , that ever happened to me. Seeing my grandpa, my uncle, my best friend , cry. My grandpa never cries. But seeing his face that morning broke me inside.
We landed in the States , in chicago , Illiois , at O'Hare Airport. I was mesmerized. The highways, the buildings , the cars, the people.
The American Dream , that I was just about to start experiencing...or so i thought..
I was never good at being social , because i was shy, and me being put in a totally different enviroment that i was used too, killed it.But I tried.
Before me and mom , Gala had a family. An ex-wife and two daughters..and since i was an only child i was overly exctided that i would have 2 sisters. I was wrong again.
The only thing i got from them were screms and cussing.They were afraid that i wouls steal their daddy`s money. humpf, i only thought that they were jealous.
but well making the long story short....They started threatening me, calling me, you know the whole shabang.
One day when he came to pick me up from school , when we got home , his ex-wife, was waiting for us in the drive way. She got out of the car and came at my window , yelling and calling me, my mom and grandparents names. I dont really care if ppl offend me, but when you mess with mom and grandpa and grandpa , its game on. I tried really hard to igonore her, because i was educated to do so. To respect adults. I tried getting out of the car, and pass her when she came in my face and called my mom a "whore".Uh! Bad choice lady!
At that moment, i asked very nicely to back up, because i was getting very, very pissed. She had no right , to sat these things to me. I had done nothing to her. And I am guessing she was just in creaming and yelling mode, because she wouldnt stop.
So , what was I to do?Well, being the respectful child that i was , i told her to" back off and stop yelling at me , or ill spit on her head and then wipe it off"( since she was round like a ball and much much more shorter than me). Um thats when my mom came down , and shoved me in the house and we went up. Gala stayed down with her, but that lady kept yelling. At one point, and it all happened very , very quickly , he came inside and dialed 911, si the cops can come and take her off the propriety.I was shocked. I always knew cops in the States came fast, because i watched shows...but i have never thought i would get the chance to see it. In less than 5 minutes 4 cop cars were in fron of our appartment.Like i said i was shocked.I have never had problems with the cops before in my life, and i couldnt really process what happened around me anymore.I was getting to a point where , all i wanted to do was to get out. to pull my hair out! To cuss at him for lieing! For making me trust him. for making mom trust his dumbass.He had been here for more than 15 years ,and has no credit whatsoever. He let me and mom , go look at houses, and decide on one, just to find out that when we were in the process of buying it, no bank was loaning him money because he was once bankrupt and had no credit. Well, he had credit, but not what you would expect a romanian person to have after being here for more than 15 years. We were shocked. My mom was so dissapointed , that i thought we were just on the edge of packing out things and go back home.
The rusning point that made us leave chicago , was the phone call i reveived while in Hone Depot looking for a nice rug.It was i thing the day before Easter. As i picked up there was a voice that asked me " Are you afraid ,bitch?" " you should be"
I freaked out. Thats when my mom decided that we had to leave. But of course , we didnt go home..mom had a friend in Seattle, that offered to help us with whatever she could. so intead of taking the first flight back home, we ended up in a completely unknown state. Just me and my mom.
I woke up, renting a motel room , and thinking about how this was going to be "my house" for i didnt know how long.
I never knew what hate was, until i met this guy! I hated him , hate him and i will always hate him with everything i have.You took my life away! A life that i was good at, a life that i enjoyed having.
I really hope you rott in hell, even thought i know it isnt good to have these feelings, i cant change them. I have never been more disgusted with someone more than i am with this man , that doesnt have what it take to have a family!