November 29, 2020 

I started writing in this blog a year ago, made one entry and then stopped.  I have a bad habit of starting things and not following through.  I read my first entry today and realized I really want to continue this.  That entry last year was about when I was eight years old.  That was the year my mother married a man my older sister and I called "Gooko".  We never said his name because we literally hated him for many reasons.  He was an abuser in all of the ways you can imagine.  My mother and this man were married for eight years, eight years of terror, instability and sadness for me.  My mother, on the other hand, loved this man right up to the day she died, even though he beat her, had other women and was generally a bad person. 

I decided to call these first entries "What I Was" which will most likely be from the age of eight to 27 or so.  Hold on because it's going to be, as they say, a hell of a ride.  Thanks for reading.