I was born in Riverside, California on October 26, 1980. Typical beginning of a biography, no? Well, I was born to a nineteen year old mother and a twenty-three year old father who already had a daughter that turned four just days after my birth. The only details I possess of my birth is the fact that my mother had major back labor with me.
Apparently, the woman grew rather brave during her sixth month of pregnancy and wagged a finger in her new (yet not so new) husband's face in the midst of a heated argument. The end result happened to be a hard punch in the stomach that left my mother on bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy. Nobody can tell me what the argument was about. Perhaps they remember all too well but just aren't willing to share the details with me. I should let it go at that but I'm having a little difficulty believing it holds no importance of who I am. The only ideas I have on the matter are that my father was being squeezed by fear of having another child and reacted or he believed we weren't his and was overcome by a sudden onslaught of anger or jealousy. Of course, these are just speculations on my part. A source once told me that I lost my twin because of this argument. Had he (I truly feel it would have been a he) hadn't been positioned where he was, I likely wouldn't be typing away right now. I can't really say how reliable the source is, however, as this same source has always painted my father in an ugly light.
My father had originally come from somewhere in Ohio. From what I gather, he moved to California with his family after his father passed away during is teenage years. My paternal grandmother was portrayed as a woman who chain smoked and nearly constantly drank her booze. She passed away of some form of cancer when I was two. My father was very close to her and apparently became very depressed and withdrawn after her death.
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