Feisty and Constant

This is about a woman. A woman we can relate to. Maybe she is a friend, a family member, a dream, or even you. But this is her.

Starting from a young age she was always a little harsh but she had been through some stuff. She was in foster care for a while until she was adopted by some family members. They wanted to keep her in the family. Even though they had a daughter already they were willing to take someone else’s. All seemed to be okay. But then as she got older, her world grew darker. Her “mother” eventually seemed to become like the wicked stepmother in those fairytales. Calling her names and making her feel worthless and insignificant. You don’t make your child feel that way. Even if you are bitter and feel that way yourself. Don’t bring others with you. She stopped believing in herself. She stopped living. It was hard to watch. Every time a cruel comment left the woman’s mouth, you could see a part of her shut off, tear away and die.

It stayed that way. She would try to rebuild herself but in the end crashed and burned with the words of the witch holding her down on her flaming pyre. Her father, however, had moments. He didn’t intentionally mean to sound harsh but it happened occasionally. He was the better of the two. But then again, he never stopped his wife. Maybe he did behind closed doors but when that caused a rift between the couple he would fix it and let it happen. It seemed she never stood a chance in that house.

Good days and years come along in the dark times. None ever lasted long. She made a mistake one night. And nine months later a baby boy was born. Now he was never an unwanted child. He was most defiantly wanted. But in the pure heart the woman had she gave him to her aunt who could not have children of her own. The grand gesture was a miracle to her aunt. Luckily she could still see the boy and he would be raised with her in his life. Now the woman could not keep the boy since she was young in age but if she had the means, she would have. The woman continued her life. She struggled in school. But she tried and after having the boy she had missed so much. But with the help of a special teacher she was able to graduate. The woman got a mediocre job but she was making a small living. She still lived at home with the wicked wife and spineless husband. Eventually they made her start renting her room. That would not have been bad if they had not expected her to also pay for her car they own and if they would have stopped upping the price for rent constantly. She only made so much.

One day the woman was out and her wicked stepmother told her not to return home. She had become homeless.

The woman’s eyes grew dark. Time had slowed. She had nothing. Just what she had brought out with her that day fearing it would come. She turned to those she could. Realizing she had no means of living where she was anymore she called up a person from her past. A person she was taught to hate. She called her birth mother. She explained what happened. After long conversations they had plans that her mother would retrieve her and bring the woman back to her home. But then with the weather turning awful near her mother’s home, they came and picked her up sooner than planned. The woman left behind her friends. She was unsure of her decision but she had no other options.

Her new chapter away from the wicked adoptive couple had started. And it seemed to be well. It seemed they had lied about the woman’s mother. Her mother was taking in kid’s of friends and family who could not keep them so they would have a home. And the woman helped raise these kids as well as her own brother who had grown. But her new home started to crumble. They live in an area where getting to people is a few miles. The woman had struggled with depression earlier in life but it had started to resurface in the situation of her new home. She had no friends in her new home. She could barely leave the house. She was isolated. She hated it. No job, no friends, no way of going anywhere. But an old flame reemerged. But he returned with a girlfriend. The woman felt her new found happiness sink.

She and the old crush began talking and getting friendly. She discovered that his girlfriend is abusive and manipulative and his home life no better. Her heart flamed. She could help him. She knew he didn’t deserve it and she knew she could treat him right. Suddenly she was sweeping him away. He told the woman he wanted her and no other. He left his girlfriend and started anew. Things finally started to look up. Of course her mother is also starting to stir up trouble. She was turning into a mean old witch. Just like wicked old stepmother. Now the woman is burning. Her mother is being cruel too. She only has the boy. And she will keep it that way.

This woman is fighting for a man she loves as her mother pushes them apart. She is the phoenix rising in the ashes of her past. She is strong, loyal and kind. Protective, caring, beautiful and smart. She will never see herself as others who care about her do. She fights for what she believes and what is right. She is powerful and graceful in her own unique way. She is…my best friend. I watched her grow and crumble. I watched her fade and appear. I will always be there.

This is her never ending story. It is just the beginning.