A little about me

My parents are hispanice...or should I say my Father is Mexican and my Mother was Spanish. I took the latter title..Spanish.
They grew up in East L.A. I'm sure you've heard about the movie. My Father's family actually picked strawberries just like they did in La Bamba (the Richie Valens story). After that his mother owned a Mexican Tortilla shop and they did pretty good. Their house was not nice but they had enough money.
My Mother's family lived in a small cute house. Her Father provided for them ONLY what they needed. Nothing extra. He was a stingy bastard!!!! Not the greatest Grandfather either. When we would go over there he would purposedly put maneur on the grass so all us kids would have nothing to do but sit. We were not allowed to watch his t.v. either. We hated going there!!
When my parents got married they lived in a city called Montebello there they had Paul and eventually moved to El Monte where they had me in 1971. Things started going down hill in the neighborhood.
They decided they wanted my brother and myself to have a better home so they moved East of there to a town called Walnut.
Walnut was small when we moved in. The closest grocery store was 20 min away. There was 1 gas station, a small post office and 1 liquor store.
We were the only "hispanics" within miles. We lived among all White people!!

So that's how I grew up. White. My Father's family used to say we thought we were better than them because we lived with white people. That's not the case, my parents wanted us to grow up without gangs and violence!!!

Walnut soon grew into a pretty big community. I loved it there. I loved my friends and I loved high school.

In 1993 I went away to school (real far Brentwood). I went to Mount St. Mary's College. It was an all women's college. I LOVED it there!! My parents were a bit strict and this gave me the chance to have some freedom! I worked hard in school and had 3 jobs while attending school.
It was so much fun.

Just a month after getting there we found out that my mom had Cancer!! Yes the C word. I was scared. I didn't know anyone who had had cancer before. My Dad wanted me to come home and help with her but she said no. That is where I should be. It was a hard year. I'd go home every weekend to spend time with her.
She lived for 11 months and then died. After that I didn't go home much on weekends at all. I made sure I worked as much as I could or I just stayed at school. When I finished I moved out into an apt with a girl from school to Van Nuys.
I knew if I stayed at home my Dad would trap me there and I'd be responsible for everything. I didn't want that. I wanted my own life.

That was 1996 that I moved out and that is the year I met and married Christian. If I wouldn't have taken that step I would have never met him. I'm so glad I choose to do what I wanted instead of what my Dad wanted!