All like that, all the time, until I was twelve. Constantly
telling me I’m ugly, I’m stupid, I’m not worth nothing. I just
felt stupid and not important, but I loved this woman so
much. I’d just do whatever, ’cause I loved her. She was the
first person I’d ever loved.
And now, after this car wreck, she hated me. She even
said that to me at times.
Tiffany: “Mom, how are you feeling?”Mom: “I hate you.”It took her maybe two months to really get acclimated
with my brothers and sisters, so during that time I was
nurturing them. I was nurturing everybody.
And because of this, I was doing really bad in school.
My grandma, though, she would come and help. And my
great-granny would come, and they would help. My
grandma would always be like:
Grandma: “I’m proud of you. Look at all you did,
you’re a good daughter.”She could see what I was doing for the family. She and
my great-granny saw it. My mom would cuss me out in
front of them:
Mom: “Get that ugly-ass girl out of here. Why you
don’t comb your hair? Ugh, you’re so ugly.”