Confessions of XO

We've Got to Survive At All Cost

I headed to the bathroom to get my morning hygiene routine started. Then headed down stairs about 20 minutes later. She's in the kitchen making breakfast when I make it down, "What's wrong now mom?" She looks up at me and smiles, "Nothing London, Men are just bitches, you know?" I can't help but laugh. Even tho we're American natives you would've sworn we were from right off the islands. My mom has a strong Spanish accent but she's also fluent in German, French, Russian, English, and Haitian.

When in public she speaks clear English. It's only when she's bothered that her accent comes out. "Wants some pancakes eggs and bacon?" She ask as she turns to put a plate on the counter for her. "Yes, I'm starving! Can you pass me the syrup too?" I hop up to our black marble bar and sit down. "Why did Chase leave this time?" "Same reason he always leaves. Can't handle the truth. Eat up"

Chase is my moms trophy boyfriend.

I call him that because he doesn't really have the quality or strength to be anything else.

Jourdyn Hernandez was born in Lafayette, Louisiana October 31st, 1980 she was the youngest of 8 other siblings, 5 boys and 4 girls. Though she was the youngest she raised every one of her siblings and took care of everything from managing chores, curfews and financial responsibilities to driving illegally to pick up and drop off everyone at certain destinations on time.

At 15 she lost her 2 oldest brothers to gang violence and drug debt. Determined to make sure the rest of her siblings had a better way of life, She graduated early with all A's at the age of 16. Being young but intelligent she knew from the beginning what she wanted to do.

For 4 years she worked on her pharmaceutical license, and within that first year she met a man named Jay Deighn and had me at 17. Jay was very abusive and an alcoholic, but well off so she tolerated him because he was paying for her school.

After she had me (October 30th, 1996) and got her license she plotted her revenge. She got his sister to clean his accounts out days before, and half the money with her. To keep him occupied she catered to him. One night (by this time I was 2) she waited for him to fall asleep every night at 3:45 am he wakes my mom up to get him a glass of orange juice. At first he would check the glass to make sure it wasn't grapefruit juice on nights he was overly abusive because he's HIGHLY allergic and didn't want to be punished for it.

That night she put her medical gloves on poured him his nightly glass of "orange juice" and left to go down the hall to my room . Minutes later she could hear him wheezing and coughing away yelling for help. She picked me up in her arms and whispered "We'll never depend on another man, we've got to survive at all cost on our own." It was January 1st, 2000 and I no longer had a dad.