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moved
    into our home. My brother, Lee was seven hours away, and was absolutely clueless to the recent change of events. He was spared the experience of liv-
    ing with the homewrecker known as Curtis.
    My mother began asking this man for permission to speak. This was
    a strong indication to me that something was amiss. Anyone who knew my mother would tell you how outspoken she was. Joan Milling was always known for being a leader. She was headstrong, honest, and smart. There was power in her voice, but soon it would all be silenced. And this happened whenever Curtis walked into the room.
    I could hear them fighting at nights when she would leave me in the
    living room watching my favorite TV show. She would be in her bedroom, and I could hear him beating my mother. On one occasion, I remember sitting in the living room with two of my childhood friends. Out of nowhere, my mother came running and screaming for dear life. Following right behind her, chasing my naked mother with a knife was sorry-ass Curtis. I immediately jumped up, ran into the kitchen, and grabbed the biggest knife I could find.
    Then I took off after him.
    By the time I made it outside, I could see my mother running bare-
    footed through the cold, icy street which was covered with snow. Curtis jumped in his car, and he was actually attempting to run my mother down. Luckily, she made it back to the house, locked all the doors, and immediately
    called the police.
    The next morning, she took out a restraining order against Curtis. But later that day, this evil man returned to our home and cut all the electrical wires to the house. It took the National Grid power company five days to repair the lines. During this time, my mother and I were prisoners in our own home. We remained trapped without electricity while the awful smell of rotting food filled our nostrils for days. This occurred because my mother was too frightened to leave the house. On the other hand, I refused to be a captive
    in my own ho me.
    My mind was already made up. I made a promise to myself that I
    would kill this creep. My mother knew it too. She was not only aware of my plan to commit murder, but she felt it! In this harsh world, we were all each other had. There was no way I was going to stand by and let this con man take
    my mother away from me.
    I already hated life and the only thing I had left to lose was my moth-
    er. I wasn’t having that, so my blade was persistently by my side. I slept with it each and every night. Patiently , I waited to seek my revenge exclusively on
    the man who beat my dear mother.
    To my dismay, a couple of days later, they were back together like
    nothing had happened. I couldn’t understand this development, and needless to say, I wasn’t just angry, but I was very frustrated. I had reached the limit of my boiling point. Unable to fathom my mother’s actions, I moved out of the
    house. This time it was for good. I had had it at this point.
    Surviving by any means necessary, I lived on the streets of Buffalo. I hated my mother’s husband, and he hated me. There was absolutely no way that we were going to exist under the same roof. Where could I stay to get off the streets? I was a teenage girl. My options were limited, and few. I defi-
    nitely was not, and coul d not live with my natural father.
    His wife would not allow it. She hated my mother the most. There
    was no option, but to extend her hatred in my direction. My mother gave him something she couldn’t, and my mother had something she didn’t. I was his only child! But why did she hate me? I did not ask those two people to have sex, and bring a life into this world! I resembled my mother. And to this very day, my father’s wife still harbors a strong revulsion toward me.
    Every other day I would stop by and check in on my mother. I want-
    ed to see how she was doing, and to learn what the wacko had up his sleeves. My mother was kind enough to give me a job in her office. This kept me out of trouble,