So I'll start off with how I got my name and that whole story so when my mom found out she was pregnant with me my dad told her to get an abortion. He said all I was a was a bill and my mom refused to get rid of me and he told her he was gonna drop her off at the abortion center like he did his other girlfriend that he apparently got pregnant to. But when she found out she was pregnant with me she was sitting by a brook with my dad and she said she was gonna name me Brooke and she did. My dad gave me my middle name which is Lynn because one of my aunts have the same middle name and I took his last name which is Loney. Funny thing when I was born my sister was laying in bed with me and my mom was getting her clothes on and the doctors came in and they thought my sister had me..
When I was 1 I think I was at a baby sitters and my mom picked me up from the baby sitters and I had a huge bump on my head and my mom asked her if she dropped me and she said she didn't believe her he thought she dropped me and they took me to the doctors and my family doctor said there wasn't anything wrong and he gave me some medicine. That didn't help so they took me to the ER because I wouldn't stop crying and the bump on my head was still there and when they took me they checked me and they said I have Meningitis and they had to drain my head and I always had an IV in my foot and to this day I hate my feet getting touched and my head is sooo sensitive like even to brush my hair it hurts if theres knots it hurts so much more then what it should. I was in the hospital for like 2 weeks and they told my mom that if she would have waited one more night I would have died. When I was in the hospital my mom said she was with me the one night and my dad was at the bar with his friends and left her their but luckily my moms really good friend Liz and Chelsea and my sister were with her my sister was 15 at the time. My mom said my dad was such a player that when she was going into the hospital my dad bought the nurses donuts and coffee and didn't care about my mom. One day when I was in the hospital my dad brought me outside and brought some toys and put me on a blanket to play with them and he just sat there and cried for like an hour when he told me that it broke my heart.
When I was like 2 or 3 my mom was always with her boyfriend I never knew my dad and mom together she had a new boyfriend named Dale. She put me off on my sister and she was 16 and and she always hated it because she was always with her boyfriend and the one time (this isn't relevant to me) my sister was at my uncles house and she had a boy friend over and they did shit and he was way over age and he didn't care and my mom went off. Ok so my mom always pawned me off on her and she hated me basically because I always was with her.
When she got older and got kicked out by my grandma because she kicked doors in my mom pawned me off to my grandma and I was a horrible kid and I made her cry all the time because I didn't listen to her at all. When I was younger we had a dog that was a collie and his name was Buckeye and I loved him and he was old and he was aggressive to people other then us and he always shit and pissed in the house cause he was getting older and couldn't barely walk so he had to get put down... When I was 4 or 5 my dad and my step mom because at the time my dad was married and she was the best her name was Tina. They got me a yorkie and I named her after a ballerina and named her Bella. My dad wanted a dog and my uncle had a girlfriend that had a dog and it was a puppy and she gave it to him. He had another girlfriend so he was cheating on them and I didn't like the one that lived in Cleveland and came and stayed with him he was an evil person. The dog was a black lab mixed with something I don't know what and my mom named him Cole. Everybody was lazy and my mom didn't take care of him and nobody else did so he was never trained never house trained and he was locked up in the breakfast nook the smallest room in the house and I felt bad for him but couldn't do anything about it. My uncle finally got a job after living off my grandma for mainly all of his life btw my grandma adopted him. I didn't have any of my real grandpas I had a step one but he died when I was 6 so basically grew up without any grandpas. My grandma was the best person in my life and I never realized it I was so nasty and horrible to her and I remember it was Thanksgiving and everyone wanted her to come to the party at my sisters and my sisters dad was joking and said it might be the last time I see her and we took her home pie. It was a couple nights later and I didn't eat mine and she loved it and she ate hers and she asked me if she could eat my pie or my moms and my mom was eating hers so she said no and I said no. Well a week later I was like 8 I think my other grandma had already passed away I was never close to her.. It was the night of the Ohio Michigan game and on Thanksgiving and I had a toothache and I still had one on that night and my mom usually left me with my grandma and that night I had a toothache and she took me with her because she knew I would want to be with her. so she took me and my grandma wanted me to stay with her but I didn't the next morning we went home and we came in there was piss and shit all over the room where the dog was and there was puke in the sink TMI and i put my chips on the counter and they spilled and went everywhere and we talked into the living room and my grandma was slumped over in her chair and my mom screamed mom and I kept screaming grandma and went over there to her and just stood there and cried my eyes out and I was crying so hard I started choking and couldn't breathe we got in my moms car and went to Dales house and my mom was beeping the horn like crazy because he was sleeping and he finally came to the door cause he lived at an apartment at the time and we went in and told him what happened and he said he once had a dream that we would go home and she would die and he started crying his eyes out. He felt so bad for me and I sat there crying over that stupid fucking piece of pie and killing myself over how horrible I was to her i'm serious everyone it's true that you don't realize how much someone means to you until their gone so please don't take life for granted.
When I was a little bit older I was at my sisters house and I cracked my head when I was in the bathroom and my sister was freaking out but luckily in the end I was fine. So until like there last couple of years there is to much that went on but I can say what happened to me lately. So basically my mom and dad have shared parenting of me and where I live with my dad is where I met this boy cause he moved in the house next to me about 2 years after I moved here with my dad his name was Dylan. But before I get to the story about Dylan im gonna talk about my uncle Doug. (play song now) He complained about his back hurting and he finally went to the hospital and at first they thought it was kidney stones and they kept doing tests on him but one day he got some results and it said he had cancer... They told him it was stage 4 lymph node cancer and if u didn't know stage 4 cancer is basically the worst Doug didn't go to the doctor much so they never knew. So he had to do chemo in Cleveland cause thats the best hospital for cancer patients and it's also where his girlfriend lived. He started chemo and he originally stayed in the basement of my moms house (he lived there before my grandma died and my mom couldn't kick him out) so his girlfriend Theresa sad he needed to have my grandmas room cause there was mold in the basement and that didn't help his cancer (he smoked to) so he moved upstairs after Theresa cleaned it up. SO he was doing all this chemo and it wasn't exactly working so he had to do a different type of chemo that was stronger and they found out it went to his brain so they had to do this thing and it was like 2 drills going into his head kinda like a halo for chemo to his brain. It didn't exactly work either. He got a cold, it was a really bad and after his lungs basically already being bad it didn't end well it was so bad he went to the hospital they told him it turned into pneumonia and all his friends and family came to visit him and luckily I got to see him but he wasn't in the right frame to really talk right. They eventually told him there was nothing they could do and they said u could go home and get on hospice to make him comfortable and painless so he did that he went to Theresas house and was on hospice to where they came to their house everyday to make sure he was comfortable. My mom and sister and nephew went to visit him one last time and said what they had to and of course they didn't ask me to go to see my fucking uncle that I lived with. So one day we got a call from Theresa and she told us that he had passed so we all set up for the funeral and they got scans of his body before he died and the cancer spread everywhere because when he was sick they took him off the chemo so his body could fight the cold. the funeral was bad his daughter was islam and she wouldn't stay for when the priest talked and she didn't come to the church ceremony either it's what he wanted which I dont think is right to be honest. At the funeral it was the end of the ceremony and I sat in the front row and cried my eyes out for like literally 20 minutes it was horrible because all the memories came out of my eyes literally. he died at 57
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So thats mainly it for this chapter after everything that u have learned about me when I was younger and after hearing about all that please don't feel bad because it's ok and after everything I have been through i'm perfectly happy and other people have been through so much more then me and deserve sympathy and i'm thankful for the life that I have now it's great thanks so much for reading this.
<3 Brooke <3
