I'll keep this short but
January 2011- Me, my sister, brother and mom got evicted for the second time in 2 years. I was at my homeboys house playing Xbox and I got a call from my mom saying she was evicted.
I got pissed at her because she wouldn't tell anybody about it and got mad when I told my aunt. I stayed over my aunt's house that night and the next day me and my mom got into a big fight. I ended up going back with her for a few days and we stayed in Delray Beach with her friend.
She started talking bullshyt about moving to Texas. The only reason I stayed with her was because of my friends so I sure wasn't going to start a new life over in Texas with her crazy ass so I told her I was sick of her and was moving back to New York with my dad.
She is the devil. I haven't seen her since she dropped me off at the airport. And I admit I still have nightmares where I go to visit her in Texas and she tries to kidnap me but I try not to let those get to me.
Two and a half years later on November 4, 2013 here I am. Happy with my stress-free life.
Note: This wasn't even half of the story brehs. Not even half of it. I could write a book about this whole situation.
how old are you? you look 19-20
lol yea, but I'm good for now. I would never have another child without the deal sealed.
. He is just having fun out here.
you spent a lot of time on that!!!! 
talk to me boo
