There is a story about me and my own children when we used to live in Hill Top, a public housing ghetto in my home town

This is a story about my children and me when we used to live in Hill Top, a public housing ghetto in my hometown. One night, in the nineties, I was evicted. I lost my children that day. It had happened once before when they were smaller. Then I got sick.

When I lived in Hill Top I was a single mom. I was working as a waitress in a local café. At that time, I had been with a partner for three years and he lived with us. A lot of things happened in that time. Then one night, while I was working, my boyfriend threw a party. There were a lot of young people that came.

When I opened the door to my house I thought, "Oh my God!" The place was a wreck and my children were there at the house. I told the partiers, even my own children, to "Get the fuck out, right now, every one of you!" I didn't care who it was I was yelling at. "If you don't listen, I will call social services, somebody from foster parents!" I screamed. No one would listen to me so I called the number to a counselor.

My boyfriend had made me really sick. Really sick. I had to go to the emergency room at the hospital to see what was wrong with me. I had a kidney infection, crabs and lice so I had to take medication through an IV. My boyfriend made me sick through unsafe sex. I was covered in lice. The day I went to the hospital, I was even on my menstrual period. The hospital staff had to get rid of everything.

I've been in the Women's shelter ever since that day.

There is so much more to say about my life.