Living in the Projects

I lived in the projects from 1st grade till my son was about 6 years old. After he was born though we had moved to Southern California and then back again. Some days were good and some were bad. I did attend some college but things happened ( my mom died and my son was born) so I didn't get to finish. I did get involved in the drug scene and had some terrible things go on with that, but because I had friends that were straight laced I got off of them and moved on. The same friends caused me a few problems as well. Because of who they were and what they did, some of the "friends" I had labeled me as a snitch. Which was pretty screwed up. I had never ratted anyone out but was thought otherwise because of my real friends profession. I had gotten fed up with all of that and being in the projects so I moved back to Southern California with a man that I had met months before. While it was a good idea to move, it was not a good idea to move with this man. We lived with his "mother" in a double wide trailer that was in a seniors only court. My son and I were also beat. Mostly me though, because everytime he went near my son I went after him. Drugs were also around alot. Finally after about 2 months, the trailer court found out we were there and we had to move since we were not seniors. Thats when we moved to Vegas.

A friend of mine that I had known since about the 5th grade lived in Las Vegas with her family and invited me to stay with them and start a new life. I took the plunge and moved. within 2 weeks I had my first job since my son was born. And I got off of the drugs. life was looking up until after I got my first place and the idiot that I left back in SC. followed me to Vegas. Things were not good for a while after that. He was freaking out because there were no drugs and not enough money to go around for much of anything. He started beating me again, and after about 2 months of that it was time for me to go. Friends that I had made at the small casino I was working at decided it was time to get out and had me (with the police) grab my son and some of my belongings and run.