So you're probably wondering why I'm writing this story, when likely no one will ever read it.
To be quite honest, I have not a clue.
Well, actually, that's not really true.... I know the reason....the actual reason I needed to write this was because I feel like this story needs to be told. That no matter what direction my crazy path takes, this is the foundation of the new me...the "different" me. So let me explain.....
My name is Avery Jenkins. Well....at least that's what I go by because the name that I was given is very...how do I say this?...Unique?! My full name is Truly Avery Rosalyn Marin Sinclair Jenkins (my mother was an actress, what do you expect?)
I have exactly two friends. Each of which call me "Tru". No one else can call me that....not even you my dear journal...(oh god I'm talking to inanimate objects again). There was one kid that called me "DA TROOF" when he heard my name in middle school. He doesn't anymore....
I kicked his ass...let's leave it at that.
ANYWAYS!!! Back to my amazing friends. Keaton and Tasha. We've been best friends since we were just twinkles in our parents eyes..well not exactly, but you get the point. We've been through so much stuff together. When my mom died...there were no words.. and we didn't need any we just kind of migrated together. They practically lived at my house for like a year. Dad didn't mind, he was just glad that I was eating and participating in normal human activities.
My mom died when I was 14. She had leukemia. It was this big ordeal (this is me deflecting my feelings, which my therapist says is a no no but oh well). She never let that smile of her's leave that beautiful face. She struggled and fought for as long as i can remember, but she never slowed down or gave up on trying to be the best mom ever. She succeeded. I was normal...for a while.
Keaton and Tasha (Key and Tosh as i lovingly call them) never left my side... they bought her flowers and their parents brought me and Pops food and smiles. They stood by her bedside and made stupid jokes and played games with her. Towards the end they read to her and talked to her when she no longer had the strength to even push the call button. I'll never be able to repay them for making her feel as loved and comfortable as she did.
On March 22nd, 2006, at approximately 12:15 in the afternoon, my angel passed away peacefully surrounded by loved ones and a smile plastered sweetly on her lips. She was 34. No one, and I repeat NO ONE will ever be able to take the place of Krystal Rose Jenkins. There will never be another person as completely and beautifully amazing as her.
March 22nd, 2006...the day my whole world became black. Except for my two rays of light Key and Tosh and my supportive and loving Daddy, James, I had nothing that really made life worth...well, anything.
I've dated in the last 5 years since my mom died. Had one serious boyfriend, Conner, who turned out to be...how do I put this lightly?...Handsy and possessive? Basically he wouldn't take no for an answer and would beat me until I said yes. And if I even BREATHED in another guys direction he flipped. I stupidly stayed for 2 years 3 months and 4 days, not that i'm counting. We broke up on my 18th birthday when I walked in on him trying to force himself on Tosh. Intensive Care was his home for about 3 months after that, than he took a trip to the big house where he's currently residing, gets three squares a day and is ,hopefully, "Big Bubba's" bitch.
He gets out this year. Not that it matters...I'll be long gone before than. Me and my baby girl Lucia.
Oh did I not mention I have a baby and am engaged?
No? Oh okay... well ya so....that happened...
I'll get there hold your horses!!!
Anyways, after the whole "Conner" situation. I didn't date for a year.
Couldn't trust guys. Than Sam happened.
Samuel Ray Casin (KAY-sin I hate when people get it wrong) is so gorgeous it's ridiculous and he noticed me.