Stay at Home Mama

Yeah, i miss work sometimes... But Honestly i couldn't ask for better children! My son loves playing with his little sister, and well she is too young for a boyfriend , so i wish they would just stay these ages. Watching Jeydon grow up so fast was terrible! He's practically a young man, like a remake of his father i swear!oohh And baby Olivia , Most gorgeous baby girl .. all mine and a box of chocolates . Can't wait for her to start having conversations with me!
I love my babies... Never want them to move out!

Getting My Life Together

I spent my 17th birthday locked in my bedroom, because i refused to meet my moms new "hubby". I snuck out later that night , I stole my mothers beat up 78 Honda and drove to a lake nearby. I was tired of living at home, and i was tired of arguing with my mother. So then i decided to get my act together.. I made the decision to get into cosmetology... So i went and got my GED and went to a cosmetology school... by then i was 19, and i worked at a local cost cutters.. There I met the love of my life, James(: . We dated and got married when I was 21 and we moved to Newark,New Jersey. And when I was 22 .. I had my first baby , Jeydon (:. An amazingly healthy baby boy. (: 9 years later, i had another gorgeous baby. I named her Olivia. We are now living an amazing life in New Jersey.
I will keep you updated on our current life, i will post more pictures. (:

Teen Years

When I was around 12.. we moved to southern Georgia. Not a very good neighborhood.. But i met a few friends.. Then, my mother began working at a near by grocery store.. and had eliminated her heroin addiction. We still weren't close, but we generally avoided each other.. I began sneaking out around 11 at night to meet up with some friends and go to parties... (Then i looked much older then 12).. i started drinking alcohol and one night .. Went up stairs with a senior at the local high-school. I lost my virginity that night at the age of 12. I began smoking pot and ditching school... That went on until i started high-school.. around early sophomore year i dropped out...

5-10

   Back living with my mother was no amusement park... around the age of 5 My mother chose to not enroll me into school.. While my mother was at work.. I stayed with what was like a mother to me.. Her name was Ruth Porter . She owned her own tattoo shop, and she had a daughter named Olivia that was 8 years older then me.. I would stay with Ruth while Olivia was at school.. Ruth was a great artist and treated me like her own daughter.When Olivia would get home She always played with me. We dressed up, put on Ruth's makeup.. Olivia was a huge part of my life.. When i hit the age of  8 i finally was enrolled in school,while i was still in school, Olivia was walking home.. and some girls from her school had stabbed her repeatedly in her stomach.. She died the next morning while in the hospital..I was quiet for the next 2 months, and so was Ruth... Within the next few months Ruth and i grew closer and closer.. One night while i was back under supervision of my mother... my grandmother visited unexpectedly.. She saw heroin on our coffee table, and several beers in the sink.. She was furious and began yelling at my mother... My mother began throwing anything in site at my grandma.. I ran into the bathroom shut the door, There i felt safe.. Trying to cover my ears to drowned out the sound of screaming and braking glass.. Suddenly i heard Ruth screaming my name, i ran out and peered around the corner.. My mother then began trying to beat Ruth... Ruth then stormed out, Along with my grandmother... My mother saw me crying.. And she took me to some pond close to our house.. We didn't say anything for over an hour.. Until my mother told me... "Belle... You will never see them.. again".. She was right... The next day Ruth was gone.. and my grandmother never spoke a word to us again...

0-5 Years

       When I was barley a baby in the whom, my mother began her series of a heroin addiction. My mother chose to never visit the doctor, and debated aborting me. Once i began to show, she didn't want me at all.. She threw herself into walls (belly first), Doing whatever it took... But once my mother had no other choice but to move in with my grandmother around 5 months pregnant .. she couldn't attempt anymore. Luckily my grandmother took care of me even though she couldn't see me... Once i was born , Healthy as can be, My mother disappeared, and i was left with my grandmother in a quiet neighborhood in Midwestern Georgia. I grew up nicely until my mother came back into my life around the age of 2. My mother was a 23 year old bartender at a bar called Nikki's... a few months after my mother came back into my life.. My grandfather died.. And with my grandmothers depression, i was forced to move back with my mother..All was ok.. My mother would lock me in the bathroom  whenever she had company over... This went on for 3 years. With no contact from my grandmother, i was Alone , not being fed for hours and hours throughout every day..