Death of Romeo Chapter
Son of Twisted
Before I start psychoanalyzing my first failed attempt at a relationship that had lead me to my biggest failure, biggest mistake to date that was my second relationship with Cherry , let me take you all back to the origin and set the scene.
See it was awkward for me to ask girls out as I have attempt somewhat as it’s up to debate because there was two girls in my elementary schools that I liked named Leanne and Tessa Presley, but I never asked them out maybe I was still too immature for my aged at the time or I lacked confidence in myself as I was usually a loner and reclusive.
But when I got to my first group home Saratoga in my graded eight integrated class named Ashley she had a Demi Moore Ghost movie like haircut that I had immature crush on, but I didn’t know how to express my feelings as I was afraid of rejection due to me being in special Ed class, where the normal students would bully or pick on you daily and weekly, so that didn’t help my confidence, but one time on Valentine I as a secret admirer bought flowers and chocolate and didn’t sign the card and when Ashley later on received my Valentine secret admirer stuff, Ashley didn’t just rejected but I got sent to the principal’s office where the principal label me as a stalker and gave me a warning, the next time I met Ashley was at my graduation grade 8 dance where my Saratoga staff kept on insisting that I go, so they dropped me off at my school and for most of my time I stayed out of sight and mostly in the boy’s bathroom, but some school kids kept insisting that I come out of the stall and face Ashley as I wanted to dance with her, but I didn’t think she wanna to dance with me do to my Valentine escapade or stunt I did as I assumed that she was still mad at me, but to my surprised after an awkward dance with Ashley’s friend as I kept stepping on this poor girl’s feet and I felt uncomfortable placing my hands on her hip in as we dance to a slow song, Ashley came along and I danced with her one song and things went smooth, but I still didn’t have confidence in myself as I do when I am writing, fast forward to high school I had a crush on this girl name Amanda who always had a friend named Tiffany that I met both of them in my Mr. Armour drama integrated class the only class that I somewhat excel at, but I never found the confidence or courage to ask Amanda out as I was afraid that she would shoot me down anyways due to me being in a special Ed class, but I was only Clinton’s or Goderich’s high school temporary as I got kicked out of Saratoga group home.
As I recall it Saratoga staff took me out of school in the afternoon not telling me why until I got back to Saratoga where my C.C.A.S. or Catholic Children’s Aid Society social worker was there to inform me that my controversial mother had died and my social worker along with my Saratoga staff wanted me to go to the funeral they tried every tactic under the sun from regret to sympathy to guilt as they tried desperately to guilt me to go on my brother’s behalf as he doesn’t know the type of person our mother was and he still doesn’t to this day as he has a creepy shrine in our mother’s honour and memory, but at the time I didn’t feel like lying to my brother just to go on his behalf no matter how much Saratoga or my social worker tried to guilt me into going, so I left to angry and annoyed that Saratoga or my social worker was listening to me, so I headed out side to play basketball and that’s when one of Saratoga’s resident from the Rocky movies named after Rocky’s wife must have overheard the staff and my social worker when he stupidly poked the bear by taunting me about my mother’s death and some of you might think that I was standing for her but that wasn’t ever the case as back then I had a short fused either way I asked him to stop, than I warned him to stop though this Saratoga resident wouldn’t listen and kept escalating his taunts “Ha, Ha your mother’s dead” was his words he kept repeating over and over and the more he kept saying it the more angry I got and told him “ Every reaction has a reaction and you are about to see my reaction” before throwing the basketball at his face then spearing him to the ground and going UFC on his ass before Saratoga’s staff caught wind of it and proceeded to pull me off and somewhat put me in a basket hold restraint before I got out and resume to beat the whole shit of this Saratoga resident even that much more and putting him on life support as the cops came out to Saratoga and placed me under arrest and brought me to a mental hospital as Saratoga claimed that I was under aged and that they didn’t want to press charges, but if the Saratoga resident should succumb to his injuries and die than Saratoga and the cops had no choice but to charge me for murder, so I was supposed to be at this mental hospital for 48 hour hours basically suicide watch, but instead I was there for 2 to 3 weeks and when the hospital decided to discharge me, two Saratoga staff came and told me that they had a meeting with everyone and everyone agreed that I was too dangerous therefore kicking me out in 1999 and escorting me like they were police offers, putting me in handcuffs for their safety as I felt like Hannibal Lecter in that iconic scene where Lecter was being wheeled out in a mask and chains and straight jacket as if I had murdered that Saratoga resident, but fortunately the Saratoga resident has made a full recovery the last time I heard, as Saratoga’s staff took me back to Toronto in the Scarborough area in this temporary housing program called Midland where I stayed for a year and a half basically to 2001 as I was supposed to be there for a month or two, but I was considered a high risk youth therefore I got blacklisted until Palmer home came into the picture, plus Saratoga alter some facts as I found out later on by my sister that Saratoga told her and my social worker false details by stating I grabbed a knife and started stabbing people when for the record I smashed my aquarium filled with spider’s that I collected as that was one of my hobbies of mine and told the Saratoga staff to get out of my space and face as I was in a suicidal like state before the cops subdued me in the cornfield behind Saratoga with their Tasers and handcuffed me as I want to make that fact clear as it’s been misconstrued for years.
Caused of my Mother’s death
On my mother’s officially cause of death as I know was a heart attack mixed with foul play as my mother died at age 35 or 36 on a rocking chair in her apartment.
Now I have two or three stories that I was told and original story I was told is that my mother sadly or poetic justice for her part for all of the suffering she caused me and my siblings to endure over the years due to her sociopathic lack of a conscience and the abused that me and my sister mostly took at the hands of my mother’s sadist father and common-law husband as I am born out of incest, but back to my mother’s early premature death as she died on a rocking chair and due to her burning so many of her bridges in life do to her bad choices and controversial and twisted upbringing, she was blacklisted from her family and she had no friends as she died alone and laid decomposing for 6 months on her rocking chair inside her apartment until an apartment and maintenance guy and apartment supervisor came to investigate a water leak only to walk into a grisly scene of my mother’s corpse decomposing as that’s all I know along with a heart attack as cause of my mother’s death, which might be cause by my mother’s druggy lifestyle and not taking care of herself plus my mother was overweight as well at least that’s one speculation.
The second story I heard around the same timeline is due to my mother having unsavoury gang boyfriend from my father’s biker gang called the Outlaws that might have murdered my mother or at least knows how she died.
And the third story and most recent one I was told by my sister is that my mother is diabetic and choose to die pathetic in a suicide as my mother stop taking her insulin and informed her family that she wanted to die and that she was sick of living and I’m not sure if you stop taking your insulin if that will cause you to have a heart attack but that’s what my sister recently told me as why our mother died.
Either way I am happy that my mother is dead I just wished she would have suffered a little more for her sins as I feel that my mother got off pretty easy as I once told a therapist and my group homes staff and the sad irony is that my death if cancer doesn’t kill me first could end in a suicide as well before anyone notice or discovers that I am dead as I too could be decomposing in my apartment for six months or more as group homes don’t care if I live or die as I, like mostly every one that is a resident or client is considered as written off and erased from the history books as a few people I know have died and been easily forgotten unless I bring their names up as that’s the unwilling fate for everybody unfortunately in any system you’re in, as that’s the nature of the beast , as group homes and foster homes from my personal experience and as I found out how cold this world truly is several times because see you’re just a meal ticket or a pay cheque as you’re life to them is mostly expendable unless you do something really extraordinary and truly remarkable than you might earn a place in group homes or foster homes cold desolate bleak selfish hearts but not until then, as I have come to realized and witness in my almost if not 30 years in the child and adult care system that I spent most of my life in since age five when I became a Crown Ward or property of the state or province if your Canadian and from Canada like I am.