A Fight and a Decision: The Writer's Workshop!

I've never done this but, I was so inspired when I read Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop Directions! I had to write this story:) Out of the 5 prompts she listed this week I chose:
#5 write about a heated argument you had with your parents. (real or fictitious) Mines is real:)

It was 1997 and my mother hated the man I decided to marry, I married him anyway (see photo on left). My step father was in the hospital in recovery from a triple bi-pas and I was expected to sit with the family by his bedside until he went home. Nobody wanted to talk about my decision. My family wanted me to stay inside the shadow of everyone else's life and I needed to break free. You see I spent my early adult life somewhere between 15 and 32 as a career party girl (see photo on right) and nooo one thought I was capable of making this kind of decision on my own. I was extremely talented in too many things and not focused on any one thing in particular. I was a gifted seamstress, illustrator, singer, and songwriter however; along with all those qualities like a side dish I was a talented drug user, party goer and man abuser. I was incapable of having one coherent thought at a time. I partied with the very elite from Greenwich Conn, to New York’s Park Ave, all the while destroying all the beauty God created in me and I absolutely did not care.

Until I met Millian, my husband in 1992 it all changed, I grew up or sobered up, take your pick (read the Body Guard I married here). We met while I was recording an album, I was by the way a professional recording artist and I was on my last record deal (had 4) signed to Quincy Jones’s New York label and there he was this great monolith of a man, no nonsense, straight, direct and not putting up with my bull____; I loved him.

Here is an excerpt from a book I’m working on about my crazy life:

Millian was the men of men. He stopped time. He slowed me completely down without one ounce of drugs, liquor or any stimulant what so ever. He was quiet, observant and calculating. He never told me anything and I loved the mystery of not knowing.

Shaved head, chocolate muscles, with hands that swallowed me whole I loved the very idea of him. Millian made me, for the first time in my life, feel safe in my own skin.

This fight would be the last fight I would ever have with my parents, because once I married him I grew up, had children and turned my life around. Eventually I ended up taking care of both of my parents until they both passed away from my life. They were so mad at me at the time for marring him they did not attend my wedding. When the dust settled and years past away my mother asked me once, "Why couldn’t you have waited a year?" Clearly, I understood then that she and my father had no idea who I was and where my life was headed. How could they? I always cleaned up nice for them on Holiday’s and Birthday’s but, they never saw me most of the time inside the very deep dark crevices of my life. I was dying inside and I needed help. Millian was my life line, he cast out a ring and I took it, grabbed it and never looked back. Almost thirteen years later my life has been full and rewarding, it’s been exceptional! If I waited like my parents wanted, I would not be here to write this story!

Thank you Mama Kat for prompting me to write this memory:)

xoxox
Ms. Wanda