I talked to my mom.

I talked to my mom. Jeannette is not interested in giving me my history, and I have a right to it. Mom agreed to tell me what she knew of my story. I’m writing it out below, so I don’t forget any of it. Facts and identifying information will look like this. When Jeannette’s mother, Andra, died, and her father, Thomas Albert, went to Thailand [he came back after 17 years, and I knew him], Jeannette, along with her siblings [Tommy who I write to, Linda, and Rosie]were dispersed among relatives. I think they all started out at Grandma’s [who I was very close to] house. Jeannette was so out of control that grandma couldn’t handle her, so Jeannette went to stay with her aunt and uncle, Larry and Dee [my parents]. Larry and Dee couldn’t handle her either… Dropping out of school, staying out all night, and stripping. They gave her a choice. Straighten up, or they make her a ward of the state. She actually chose to go into foster care. Jeannette was made a ward of the state of California at about age 16. Dee told the social worker, please keep an eye on her. If you don’t she’ll end up pregnant – she’ll think she’ll find love that way. 2 months later she was pregnant. But wait – it gets better – that pregnancy wasn’t me. I have an older 1/2 sister that was adopted at birth. Mom was unclear of the details since Jeannette wasn’t with her at the time, she only knows it was a girl. After Jeannette turned 18, she wandered back in and out of my parents lives, as families are wont to do. Then Jeannette became pregnant with me. She told my mom that she met a biker at a bar and spent a few days with him. She told him pregnant, and he bugged out, and wanted nothing to do with me. The name she put on my birth certificate was \”Mickey [edit],\” age 22. I was born at Riverside Hospital [no longer in existence – they shoot movies there] in N. Hollywood. I intermittently lived with her and with my mom and dad. Then she met DwayneThey eventually had my 1/2 siblings Lee and Stacey [Stacey was born at the same hospital as me in California]. We lived in New Jersey for a little while, and then came back to California (paid for by my parents) when Jeannette claimed physical abuse from Dwayne. We lived here with my parents for a little while, but she was in and out. My mom finally got fed up and told Jeannette that she was making her life hell, and had a choice. She could decide to be my mother, and actually do that, and settle down and make a life for us, or leave totally, and my mom would raise me. Enough with the half in half out shit. Mom and I had gone somewhere, and when we came back, Jeannette had bought all new luggage, packed all her stuff, and called Dwayne to come get his kids. She was going to Las Vegas. Dwayne came and got Lee and Stacey and offerred to take me too. My mom told him over her dead body. So, he took them back to New Jersey and Jeannette left and went to Vegas. I grew up here with my parents. Jeannette came back once for my birthday when I was 5 (I don’t remember). She came once when I was 7 (Thanksgiving in Las Vegas). And once more when I was 10 in order to try and buy pot off my dad (a bigger non-druggie you’ll never find – needless to say he didn’t have any). Despite those appearances, she never once wrote me (it was my job to get the mail). Never called me. Never contacted me. The rest of the story has been documented sparsely in other parts of my journal. Things I Plan On Doing… Find or at least identify my older sister Search for father Search for Lee & Stacey Obtain medical birth records.