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To My Baby Joey This is sort of a long story. It all started off with this girl I met about 5 or 6 years ago. I won't say her name, but on Aug. 15th of 2000 we started seeing each other. It was all good. Her family liked me and every thing. It was like my second home. I loved it. I was on parole when we started going out. Things went kind of fast and in 4 months she was pregnant. I was already tired of parole so I skipped it one day. The day I had decided to go on the run , I called her. That was the same day she had made up her mind to tell me. She asked me to come to her house because she needed to talk to me. I said 0k.. So I went. She told me that she was pregnant. That had ruined my plans for running away.... her mother had told me that if i wanted to have anything to do with my girl or the baby that I had to turn myself in. It took me awhile and while I was still on the run she had a miscarriage .... It hurt me a lot because I wasn't allowed to see her while I was on the run, so I couldn't comfort her .. Well, I talked to my mom a few days later and I told her that I wanted her to set up a plan so that I could turn my self in and to talk to my grilfriend's mom into letting me see her minutes before i had to go back to jail. All went as planned. I seen her for about one hour before my parole officer came to pick me up ...it was the hardest thing i had ever done in my life ...knowing where I was going ....but I did it all for love ... I spent almost 4 months in jail. She waited for me.. By the time I got out her parents were kind of iffy about me, but they were still willing to give me anouther shot. Her oldest brother wasn't though. He blamed the miscarriage on me. He said that I put too much stress on her, and it was crazy because me and her brother (we will call him Jay) ended up getting into it over a lighter. See
I wasn't allowed to go over her house when she was home alone like before
so one day I had to go and get her mom from her grandma's house (her whole
family loved me). Well, while I was at Grandma's I asked her mom for a
cigarette and she told me to get it (it was in her purse). So I did, and
when finally got to my girls house about a half hour later her brothers
got home. Jay kind of gave me a dirty look. The other one was sort of
a fallower so he didn't really do much ..... Then came the question ''Ernesto, where is my lighter? You where the last one to use it ?'' I replyed ''Its in your purse, isn't it?'' She said no. So I got up and with ''trust'' went through her purse .... Jay didn't really like that.... He started cursing and calling me names ...I didn't say anything so I wouldn't lose any respect for her mom, but my girl started laughing after Jay left. It looked like we where both laughing to her other brother so he got mad and the next day he told Jay since they work together. Jay came the next day mad we got in to it and right after my girl said, sell your car and let's go tonight because they are never going to let me see you again. I said, ok, and in 2 hours I sold my car ''cheap'' got us 2 bus tickets... came back 4 her that same night. Everybody had left -Dad at work, Mom at the bar, Jay went home to his family out west, and her brother that was supposed to be watching her went over her cousins' house.... she was home alone. So I went for her that night. We spent two days in the city I'm from and then took off to Ohio. We spent about four months on the run. At first it was pretty cool. A friend helped us get fake IDs and everything. I got a job after a few days, and after I got enough money, we got help and we got a apartment in about a month. It was hard. Fun had turned into hell. She didn't work and, I mean, I was only 18 and I had bills to pay, rent was due, I had to buy food. I was supporting 2 of us with a 7 dollar job. Then she got pregnant again - now that was a experience I'll never forget. We waited for about 3 months, then she wanted to go home. So we waited for a little bit and I bought a car (a real crap mobile) and we came back leaving practically everything I had worked for. Everything didn't go quite as planned. The car broke down like 3 hours away from our destination. A trucker ended up helping us and gave us a ride back to the city. When I took her back home on X-mas eve I went to AZ for about 1 week then went back to my city to try to see her, but her mom had put a restraining order on me so that i could not see her. But still I saw my son be born on July 22 ,2002 on my b-day. I was the happyiest man alive. But even after I held my son Cruzito I messed up ...doing drugs and all kinds of stuff. I had to move to another city to change my life and I am....... MY THOUGHTS AND ADVICE for all you teens out there - running away doesn't solve anything. I've done it more then once before this story. It only puts a hold on your problems and sometimes makes them bigger. Look, like I said my son was born July 22 of this year, and it's now November 6th and I haven't seen my son in almost 3 and a half months and I miss him .... I miss him with all my heart. But I keep running and that is why he is not here with me right now. I ran for too long, then finally they turned their backs on me. They stopped trying and I have lost my first baby boy forever. So please stop why you are ahead ....and if you're like me you won't realize what you have untill you have lost it .......................then it's too late.
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