My unconditional Love is unique

I find myself wondering why I'm starting this blog... ??? I'm a survivor that has a lot of life experiences that some people might find interesting... I'm 40 years old and have a family of seven. I titled my blog My unconditional Love because to be a life survivor of uncontrollable events from an early age has made me the person I am today and a appreciative person of the Love that I have now as a adult.

The Journey begins....

My name isn't important but to help you relate and understand ... I will share with you ---My name is Debbie... I'm the oldest of seven children... there were supposed to be 8 but my older brother passed away due to cribdeath. I was born to a father who didn't believe in using contraception but for the most part said that it didn't work. My dad was born a single child and my mother didn't have much of a family. I don't remember much as a older child with no siblings. As I grow older I notice I tend to block out a lot of memories.

I wasn't a single child for long my sister came a year later. She was a beautiful child that I found myself competing with all the time that we were together. She had long brown hair and always wanted to remind me that she was beautiful and that she was mom's favorite. Then a year later my brother came along. He is a person with a unique personality. I remember him having a lot of pain in his life from the way he was treated by my father... My brother and I spent a major part of our lives growing up together. I didn't get to share with my other siblings because we were separated back and forth out of foster homes... to my dismay my dad would later sign adoption papers to release 5 of my siblings away from our family. I would always ask about my brother and sisters but my then stepmother and father would always tell me that they didn't know what happen to them. A year later my mother and father was blessed with another child... My father showed his happiness by punching a hole in the wall. He wasn't thrilled about having another child. This sister separated herself from us all and stayed in contact with my dad's mom... later in life I would learn that all the stuff that my father threw away when my mother passed away was collected by my grandmother and was given to my sister... my chair that my mom made me as a child... she claimed that mom made her... pictures of me that she claims are of her... we no longer talk... by her choosing....she valued the items more than a relationship... another year passed and my next brother came a long... He was also mistreated by my father and stepmother... my brother was born with a birthmark on his face. My dad made another hole in the wall.... when he found out my mom was going to have another child

I grew up in the early 1970`s I remember my mom as being a quiet and loving person. She would read to us children and we would sing together. My mom would be tired a lot. I remember that we would use to sit in front of the TV and watch a favorite show and have a dinner like picnic. I cherish these memories... I have fond memories of my mom teaching me how to read and brush my hair.. My mom and dad use to argue a lot. He was very angry at times. He was a big man with hair all over his body. I feared my father. I use to hide under my blankets in fear that he might wake me up and spank me. My mom was going to college and was a assistant at the local school. She wanted to become a teacher...

Another year passed by and another hole in the wall... I have another sister... She was born with two different eye colors... After so many holes in the wall you begin to wonder if your dad really wants us.... oops another hole... my last sister greeted us on the New Year January 1st ... Happy New Years!!! My sister was the last for my parents.... Four months later my mom passed away... I still miss her today... I was 10 years old...