My Mom said I was a bad child to all my relatives when I was growing up. I never let them say it was okay that she hurt me because she was an alcoholic. When I was a teenager everyone said I was troubled and depressed and wild. I got really pissed off and lost after moving to fifteen different schools and living in fifty different houses from Africa to Asia and then being dumped in a house in Canada with just my mom and me. When I was married and divorced my husband told everyone I drove him into his mistress's arms by being crazy. My ex's counsellor told my kids I was the product of my environment and they shouldn't blame me. So now I am in love again and am telling my boyfriend and his family who I am. I am someone who is full of love and if he wants to dance with me then I would be very happy. If my kids want me to kiss and hug them lots then they just need to come around. If people want to share my laughter and tears then they can come near. I have a lot of parts to me and a soul that my god loves. I never looked good on paper.