Dang It, It's Time For A Change!

Ok, now that my brother Kylyn, Sr. is home things should start to get better! HOWEVER! His children's mother the (clearing my throat) is still acting like a true one!

She still won't let us (mother and I) see the kids I'm going to have to push mother to asses her grandparents rights.

This chic and that's me being respectful, this chic has through the years caused nothing but pure hell for not just us, but her side of the family as well. None of them want anything to do with her. Mother always said she had to bite her tongue when dealing with her because my brother was away and she had to step into his shoes until he gets out--that would be the both of us mentally, physically and most surely finacially. I can understand and respect that, afterall those are my nieces and nephews and I love and miss them so much it aches. I pretend it doesn't bother me, but it's taring me apart. My daughter misses her cousins too; at one time she asked every single day to see them...broke my heart, just broke it.

Anywho about this heifer! She's done some dirty things through the years. Like what you may be asking, here's just a few things...

1. Told my brother, mother and I that my youngest nephew was born a twin, but it died and that the hospital wouldn't let her see or give the baby a burial.

Fact: Mother contacted the hospital and demanded that Gew see her baby and informed them it was unlawful for them to prohibit her from seeing and buring her child. The nurse kept saying she couldn't give out any information, but if she were us she'd ask Gew again about the birth of a second child. Mother asked what do you mean? The nurse said there was a dilvery, but there was only one child dilvered.

2. In 1995 my grandmother died and mother was in tormoil--not that she was crying because she wasn't, mother wouldn't allow us to see that, but she was physically drained. At the burial site--at the actual burial site, Gew called herself consoling mother by saying, "Don't cry, when you cry you make me think of my mother!" and they embraced. So as mother usually does, she puts others before herself and she pulled herself together as best she could for the sake of Gew.

Fact: Years later Grandma Mary (Gew's grandmother (whom Gew called mother because she raised her) on her father's side) told mother that Gew's mother wasn't dead and that she was living with Aids and in an insitution for the mentally disabled. My brother said there were many a night when he sat up rocking her in his arms while she cried like a baby over her supposedly dead mother. Is that sick or what! Needless to say mother was destrout because she couldn't properly mourn for her lose--Gew had the ordasicity to say this while they were literaly putting grandmother in the ground! What gaul!

3. Kylyn (my eldest brother) severally burned his arm requiring serious medical attention fore which he got and one night both she and he spent the night at mother's and she (Gew) wanted to leave and Ky (short for Kylyn, daaa!) was in deep sleep due to his med's. She kept trying to wake him, but again he was knocked-out. So this (clearing my throat again) takes her fingernail and jabs in into his at that time open wound! My brother yelled out bloody murder! She follows up by saying she's ready to leave and just looked at her like she was crazy!

4. According to this sick (there I go again, clearing my throat) one day Ky made her so angry she thought of a ways to get back at him. So she makes him a plate of spagetti (you can see where I going with this, right) and puts bleach in it and feeds it to him! BLEACH! She put bleach in his food! My brother thought he was going to die he was in such pain. We didn't find out about this until a year or two later when she felt both she and mother were so close she could confide this to her. Mother hung up the phone and quickly called her back asking her, "Do you not realize I'm Kylyn's mother!!" She kept yelling it into the phone, "I'm Kylyn's mother!, I'm Kylyn's mother!" Gew at that time was calling mother 'momma' and I guess she felt she was closer to her than to her actual son...not!

5. Gew has been leaving the children alone in houses and/or apartments since the oldest child now elven was six--that we know about, she could have started when the oldest was younger, I wouldn't put it passed her. Mother & I both offered to babysit numerous times--and she gets money from the state for childcare, but she wants it for herself so that's why she leaves the children alone and tell us that her sister, aunt or cousin is watching them. There's four children, present ages are 11, 9, 7 and 5. At that time, Gew worked midnights and would cook and leave the food in/on the stove and tell the oldest to feed everyone when theygot hungry. She also had the oldest administering breathing meds to the then 3mth old. My oldest neice at the age of 6 put this breathing machine together and inserted the med's into it and held the baby in one arm while holding the tube in the baby's mouth to help with her breathing. Mind you this process for me took 2omins, can you imagine this for a 6 year old?? The oldest could do all this, get food off the stove, take care of three other babies and try to make them all feel safe in a big empty house--but she wasn't allowed to change the baby's diaper! What kind of mess is that!! So the baby stayed in the same diaper until she got home and she wonders why the baby's to this day, vagina looks like it does.

One day we called and the oldest answered the phone and told she and the kids were alone, we flew like a bat stratight outta hell to get those kids! Needless to say when we got there mother called Gew from Gew's home, and gave her an ear full!

6. When the kids are in school Gew NEVER picked them up on time. The school called mother daily to have one of us pick up the children. Sometimes the teachers brought the children to mother. The school also complained that the youngest would not only urinate her pants, but also defecate. Gew just let her do it--all the time. I know you think I'm lying, but I promise you this is not something I've herd, but witnessed--so has my girlfriends. We could all be at home and you look over at the youngest and you could tell she's defecating on herself. Now mind you Gew clamed the baby was diagonosed with server constipation, but come on! Just like she knows she has to use the bathroom right at that moment, she knows how to go to the bathroom--oh, at this time she was like 3 and 4--guess what y'all, she still does it! Oh, and she's not the only one all the kids urinate in the bed--yes, even the 11year old with the exception of the oldest boy. All this is just ridiculous--not the children, their mother in raising them! Usually children who wet the bed is an indication that there's a problem somewhere...by the way my baby stopped weting the bed at two, so the problem isn't with me or mother, one need but look one other place...the children's mother!

7. All the kids lives she's told them there were ugly and for them not to look at her. Mind-you, they all look like her! Is she ugly? No. Is the kids ugly of course not--not a one! She's just crazy! Why would you plant a seed of low-self esteem in your own children?? I just don't get her, she's just crazy.

8. She finally got caught for writing bad checks and served 3mths in jail. Using other peoples names, etc., she's on probation now. She steals from anyone and condones her children in stealing. I have to check there's bags everytime the get ready to leave, beause they have stolen something of my daughter's or mines--wait! I have to correct that statement! The only one that doesn't steal is the oldest boy--now HE once looked just like Ky, but then Gew's genes kicked in, oh well, what can ya do?

9. When angry Gew will beat the oldest child, we believe because he's the darkest in color, Gew and the other children are of fair skin. When I say "beat" I literally mean beat. She takes her fists to him. He has such a loving heart too! He loves with his whole heart, something he got from his father. When my brother was a child he'd bring home homeless people asking mother to feed them (danergous, I know--Jesus is a keeper!) even when we didn't have enough food to feed the homeless person, Kylyn would tell mother to give them his portion--he was 9 and 10 yrs old doing this! Amazing heart! He'd bring home stray cats for me, because I loved cats. Once I remeber both he and I got bee's caught in our hair and we were screaming like crazy people and mother kept running back and forth between the two of us not knowing which to help first. Kylyn looked and mother and instantly regained his composure and said to mother, "Momma, help Tamika first." AMAZING!!! Simply amzing! All the while, I was still screaming like a mad woman--well, mad girl.

Anywho back to ture crazy woman, she treats my oldest nephew so 'differently' from the others--and he's the one child that truly loves her! Not saying the other don't, but when she was in jail he was the only one that constantly prayed and asked about his mother, that's not my only proof of his undying love for her, trust me it isn't. Her mistreatment of him had rubbed-off onto the others and they started mistreating him until she finally believed what we'd been telling her and when he said he didn't want to live anymore 'cause his bothers and sisters don't love him. In her defense she changed immediately, I don't know how he's been treated lately, I can only pray...

10. All the time my brother was in jail, she had this live in boyfriend named--yes, I'm goning to name him! Jason! The prick's name is Jason! She got caught with him before and told us he was nobody, yeah right. Look, she wasn't and isn't married to my brother and six years is a long time. So whatever you do, just don't let us see it. And in her defense she tried to keep it that way, but stuff changes (you know that's not what I wanted to say, dontcha!) Jason was supposed to be watching the kids while she worked cause he didn't. And apparently he wasn't doing a great job because she claimed he complained that the children would be down the street at 10 o'clock at night and when he'd tell them to come home and they wouldn't siting he wasn't there father.

He beats the oldest boy and according to the other children he spanks the youngest girl. He talk to them like they amount to nothing. We were even told that Jason (I wish I knew his last name, dang it) pulled my youngest nephew's (are you ready for this) pulled his penis while he was in the tube! Yes, the children told us this! They said the youngest boy was in such pain and could barely walk--this is the kind of enviornment Gew keeps her children in! But we're the bad ones! Yeah right!

The oldest girl hated him, I always wondered why...I have my own theories if you know what I mean. He never hit her, but he didn't like her around other little boys or girls and kept telling her mother she needed to watch her. Jason would fight Gew in front of the children and she'd tell the children she's going to put him out, but she never did. He's gone now, and now she wants us to belive she put him out, but we found out he left her.

That's just ten things, I actually have a list of things she's done over the years, but it's just too, too much crap, but you get the picture about this hussey!

Gew's just crazy, we now know it's because her mother's insane coupled with the fact that Gew as born a crack baby--that's not an insult, it's the truth, she'd tell you herself--hey another thing! Every since the oldest girl started her menstraual, Gew's been calling her hot in the pants, fast, snicky, etc. Now when we told her for I don't know how many years she was dressing the oldest girl too grown she wouldn't listen. She put her on too tight jeans, tops, coats, etc. Not only are they too tight, but to small in the sense that the jeans would be floods, the arms of the shirsts wouldn't come down properly, coats fit like a prostitute, etc. Gew thinks she too good for the second hand shop. Look, when you don't have an education, no job and four children, you do what you have to do! She only wants her children in designer clothes and that's fine if you can afford it. But when you can't let it go. She take hand me downs from her family members as long as they were designer, they would be so dang tight and small on the girls and twenty sizes too big on the boys. If she bought things new she'd by too tight for the girls and too big for the boys. This included dress suits, now you know a suit is supposed to fight properly, nope! Not for my nephews and if you bought them something better taylored than the crap she has she wouldn't let them ware it--ever!

If I falled to mention it the oldest girl is extremely tall for her age; she's as tall or taller than me (not that I'm a giant) but she's only 11yrs. old. She's beginng to develop and now her mother wants her to dress like a little girl--which I'm all for! But when she was younger she put on her what she wish she could wear. And always wanted to bring to your attention her daughter's body! What's up with that! Saying things like look at her breast, she thinks she's grown! Or She's got all that a--! Stupid stuff like that. And the catch to it, she didn't have any of it! She's just now developing! She'd write my brother or talk to him on the phone telling him how shaply she's fitting some jeans or how pravocative she looked in some picture, stupid, stupid stuff like that! My brother would tell her he doesn't want to hear that kind of stuff about his girls, but she'd keep telling him.

I still haven't seen my brother, last night I went over the house and asked for him she said he wasn't there and walked away. She started yelling, "What! What!" into the phone, come to find out it was my brother on the phone with her. I waited outside for awhile he never showed so I left. Gew calls the house and leaves a vme saying, "Nothings changed since Kylyn's got out of jail. I don't want you at my house. You called the police on me, ain't nothing changed." Hahahaha! That's funny, she's upset with me for calling the police on her. Ha! I sure did and I'd do it again. She was at work and left the kids alone again! and I called and was told by the children that they couldn't talk to us and the oldest girl kept hanging up on me and I was concerned because they stopped answering the phone and I called the police to check on them. Damn right I called the police, and I'll call them again; but Kylyn, Sr.'s home and things are going to get in order!

Whew! That was a ear full! Anywho, thanks for listening--well, reading the rantings of a sane woman!