The Sad Life

Where It All Started

       Hey... I'm Emma Celler, I'm 23 and I live in a town called Elizabethtown. I've been there for as long as I can remember, I have my mother Jenny Celler and my brother Jack Johnson Jr. then my father the man who took me in as his own Jack Johnson. My little brother likes to be called Jack and my father likes to be called Jay when they are together so no one gets mixed up. Anyways back before I was born, before my mother met my father and before she had me. My mother didn't really have a childhood. As she told me, her mother and her father never got along, basically the "I hate you but can't leave you" kind of bullshit. As she said they then split after a couple of years, but her mother was abusive to her, made her do the cleaning, cooking, all sorts of things at the age of 10. Back in like 1986 or something like that, her stories about her mother changed over the years and I stopped caring a long time ago.

She said she kept running away from home, her mother never looked for her, beaten her, she lived with a Mexican family, a black family all sorts of things. I believe that because for a white woman she knows how to season her food like other females in different countries. I guess one day before I was made she went back to her father and he was with her at the time step mother who was crazy as we should label her. My mother age 18? Met a crazy man who helped her made me.. don't even get me started. She met him at the "crazy home for crazy people" the man lied to my grandmother and swept my mom on her feet but BOY was she stupid.

My mother had sex and poof I was in the belly, she said that he was always on drugs, abusive and thought having me would change. Why would you think a baby would fix that man, the only thing that bitch gave a fuck about was drugs, nothing was stopping him. She told me when she was getting bigger he got more abusive. Threw a nightstand at her, a mattress, a tv stand and rocks etc. literally anytime I ask her about it she changes it. Mind you she smokes weed every single day. She doesn't smoke it when she's at work or during the day she smokes it at night. And yet I don't know what the hell I'm talking about in her eyes? OKAY.

As she said I was a miracle baby.. HOW!?!? I was suppose to be dead if he done the things she told me. Anyways she was stupid in my opinion because the man wasn't threatening if she leaves that he would kill her. He didn't want me that was it, so she could have easily left him because she told me she didn't fucking love him. Shit I would have left his ass if he put his hands on me, after I put my hands on him because I ain't letting no punk ass bitch put his hands on me. But as others would say "you don't understand what it was like", "she did everything for you before you was born" I may not have understood but if my mother was a fighter like she claimed then she would have left within a blink of an eye so please explain that to me? What she became a pussy after this man put his hands on her? Because the last I checked she told me she put her hands on a boy who was asking for it. So again explain that to me why I don't understand when I can see clear as day something isn't making sense.

My mom then met my father then I had a father figure and then poof 18 months later a little brother. I loved him my mother recalls and I always checked up on him and watched him sleep when I was awake. At the time I was like 1 years old? Or 2 shit I don't know but my mom was settling with my father for awhile until I turned 4 she then left my father to be with Josh... he was really creepy and butt ass ugly. Her reason as to why she didn't stay with my father is because he didn't really want to do anything he wanted to game and didn't help much which is understandable. I ain't blaming her for that, but still living with the man to make us happy? We were 4 and 3 do you really think we care about if he is at home or not? Or if you both lived in different homes? No you choosed to be stupid in the long run both of you just for Jack and I.

    Anyways life was great I was little didn't really have to do much, I had homework, I lied, cheated, gain friends, lost some. The same bullshit other kids deal with. Let's just say I wasn't an easy kid, I didn't make anything fair and I did a lot of stupid things to get Jenny's attention. She got with a man when I was like 5 or 6 got married to the man around the time I was 8. We lived happily ever after. Bitch I wish! At the age of 11 my mother cheats on him. At the time I didn't understand why but really? You cheat on him, ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND. There has to be a reason why she cheated and why he was being a dick. Yeah I don't understand but come on, there is something she isn't telling me but of course every person and yes even including myself has played the "I'm the victim I did nothing wrong but they did" who doesn't play that card. Name one person that hasn't. No one? Alrighty. ANYWAYS

   My life wasn't perfect and I didn't make it easier on anyone. Like I said I was doing a lot of stupid shit I shouldn't have done for attention or just because. I'm not playing the victim but everyone including my mother wants to label me as if I'm playing victim. Well in this story I'm going to tell you everything.