My childhood was like any other. I was born in a hospital with my birth mom and my dad right there. My older brother and grandma were also there… so I’ve heard. My dad was not married to my birth mother. It was on January 15th, 1991. My first memory was of my mom, and boyfriend chasing my brothers and I up the stairs because she was drunk.
A couple of months later my dad met a new woman, Tracy Ruiz, and she helped him go to AA and NA so he could stay clean for his kids. She had 2 daughters that didn’t like my dad. But my dad and Tracy married February 1992, with family and friends there.
She encouraged my dad to get full custody of my older brother, Reece, and I. My birth mother wasn’t fit to do the job.
My mom worked in Riverside, CA and my dad worked in Palm Springs, CA. So we moved a lot because they couldn’t decide where to live. I went to a private school in the beginning of 2nd grade.
Little did I know my dad and Tracy were planning on getting a divorce when I was in 2nd grade. I moved to Landers, CA that year with my dad and brother. It was only us until my dad met yet, another woman, who happened to be my bus-driver at the time, and started to play the dating game. Neither me, nor, my brother liked this woman, but it didn’t matter to my dad.
This is where I ended up, because of that woman… anything can happen.

Kelsee