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It has begun

This book was written to remind those who made my life miserable. It was also written to let those who have experience the same or similar experiences to know that they are not alone and will survive. All it takes is faith, willpower and determination. The book was written to make those who are guilty to try an understand, and stop hurting me. Well it seems that those who are guilty will not admit that they are wrong. Instead of doing the right thing, they continue to be cruel. Now they are angry because the world knows the truth. It was not meant to hurt anyone, just to remind them, but the truth hurts, and they will not accept it. The names of the characters were changed, so how do they know it is them? Guilt, and by commenting about it. I have been ready to be attacked, by being attacked my purpose for writing the book has been satisfied. 

It now begins, for those who have been known as saints, heroes, respected decent people, Goodie-two-shoes, strong and powerful, loving, considerate, helpful, and good Christians, have been child molesters, weak, drug  addicts, ex-cons, idiots, inconsiderate, greedy, disrespectful, adulterers, hurtful and cruel people. The closet doors have been opened to know the real person. I have been been tortured, humiliated, disrespected and no  one defended me, I lived only for my children, trying to have food and a roof over their heads, forgetting about about me and my own  reputation. I kept a journal and promised myself that someday I would get even and remind those who made my life miserable of what they did to me and who they really were.
I feel bad for the young kids who did not realize what was going on and I am sure that they are hurting and will hate me for the rest of my life. The situation with the family has not changed, no one has ever acknowledged the good and the sacrifices I have made for my kids. My daughters do not talk to me,  but that has not changed. Before I wrote the book they treated me the same, I am used to it, no change. My oldest son hates the fact that I wrote the book and thinks that all my comments on my FaceBook are directed to those in the book. He does not realize that there are many people with the same problems and they ask me for help.I love helping  people. I write because I love to write, they should get over it, it is done, I wrote the book, it has been published, but with a lot of errors. Publish America does not edit manuscripts.
I truly pray they get over it and accept the truth, but I  know that will not happen. I just want them to leave me alone.

          I thank God that my husband understands and backs me up, for he was there when many of these things happened. He has always kept quiet, but now he told me to do what I want to do and let no one stop me.  I am at peace  with myself and God, because I have taken care of myself, no one has ever done anything for me, and if they did, I paid them for it. I thank God that although my kids are upset with me, ( except my youngest son and oldest granddaughter) are all drug free, finished their education and are all independent. It is proof that I raised them well, even if they have done some wrong, but no one s perfect. I love them unconditionally, even if they do not talk to me. I have resigned myself to the loss of my kids.
If you want to know what I am talking about, read the book with errors and all. This is the first time that I have blogged my personal, I feel so numb I cannot even understand how people can be so insensitive. No wonder the ocean and the earth are claiming back what humans took from them. I fear Mother Nature and Gods wrath more than anything for they have no mercy.

My Mother

NOTE: I am not writing this for anyone in particular, I do not want anyone to pity me, or feel sorry for me. I am not throwing any hints. I am just alerting many of you who sill have their mom alive .Cherish your mother, acknowledge her, tolerate her crazy things, love her, make her feel wanted, forgive her for whatever she has done. One day she will be gone and you will never get the chance to make it up to her no matter howgood or bad she was.
I woke up today, missing my mother, wishing I could kiss her, hug her and just say "Mami" I know my mom died and never said "I love you to me, she was always saying that she never wanted to have daughters. (If and when if ever you read my book, you will know more.) I know she loved me. I cannot live without beleiving that my mom loved me. My love for my mom is unconditional even until the end of her living days, and for eternity. I hurt every moment that I think about her. My heart and soul is hurting right now, for I miss my mami. It feels like a void in my life without her. I feel so alone, even in the middle of a big family.
Love your mother, cherish her, adore her every minute you have her, because one day she will be gone and like me you will miss her. I don't see her faults, I see a woman who went through 9 months carrying me, having excruciating pains when she gave birth to me, fed, carried me, cleaned my butt, while dirtying her bare hands with my urine and feeces until I learned to do it on my own. Washed my dirty diapers and clothes, dressed me. Yes she had grandmas help, but she did not have to do it. God knows what else my mom went through that I don't know.
We do not know everything or why. I just kow that I loved my mom and I miss her terribly. I pray that wherever she is, she knows that I love her and miss her.
Sunday is Mother's Day and I wish the best for all Mothers

My 5th Wedding Anniversary

Five years agoApril 14, 2012,

I married a man, whom I had been living with for 16 years. When I finally accepted his proposal a lot of people were surprised, and his family and friends said. “IT’S ABOUT TIME.”

I had all my kids and grandkids together under my roof. I was ecstatically overwhelmed, not realizing that I would lose my three daughters, four grandsons, and one granddaughter, for committing a crime I did not realize I had committed.

The crime was writing a book, it was published that same year in December. I had planned for many years to write my autobiography. I kept a journal all those years. I do not deny that I wanted to let those who belittled me, demeaned me, humiliated me, made my life miserable for many years know what they had done. I also wanted my children to know how much they hurt me and how disrespectful and cruel they were to me. I could not tell the personally because they would never listen. None of them ever listened. I thought that perhaps when they read it, they would understand and realize how bad I was hurting and they would stop being mean and cruel to me. I also wrote the book so that others who have experience the same or similar experience would know that they are not alone, and know that they can survive. Instead my daughters convicted me as a bad mother, and stopped talking to me. I was portrayed as a bad mother and my grandsons stopped talking to me too. Even then I apologized in writing, texting, on Facebook, for unwillingly hurting them. It was never my intention to hurt my kids. They all ignored my apologies. I adore my kids, how can they think I would ever hurt any of them. I realize their Ego is hurt, I know they are angry; I also know and realize that the truth hurts and they refuse to admit it. I pray to God they stop this grudge before I or one of them passes away. I did my part as a god mother, I apologized. It is now up to them, they blame the book, but what happened before the book? My two boys, oldest granddaughter love me unconditionally and thank God they talk to me. My step-daughter read the book and apologized for her behavior with me.

I love my kids unconditionally, and will love them forever.

A week after we were married, my husband had a heart attack and almost died. That was the moment that I realized how much I loved him. I asked God to please not take him yet; we did not have time to enjoy our love. I felt that real love was born in my heart, a love that I had never experienced, a beautiful, clean, sensual and unconditional love, forsaking all others. God gave him back to me. No one knew the man beneath the person, everyone had been telling me to leave him, before we got married. I am glad I did not listen, for although he has his faults, he is the perfect man, not to mention tall dark and handsome too. In our old age, our love has grown stronger as the days go by, and we are as one, for we finish each others conversations, before either of us finishes, we do not have to talk to know what each other wants. That dear people is true love. I ask God every day to bless our marriage, as I asked the Goddess and spirits and powers of the elements, Earth, Air, Fire, Water, and all that is powerful and mighty to bless and protect our marriage, and us.

Publisher Convention and book signing

Author Ruth M Garcia-Marmolejos will be attending the Publish America Convention, May 1, 2012, at the Florida Hotel in Orlando, from 9 a.m- 4:00 p.m. Ruth will alsol be at the book signingevent, at .Florida Mall from 5:00 p.m. - 7:00.

Ruth M Gacia-Marmolejos is the Author of her Autobiography RUTH MINERVA, and Childrens Fiction, Jadyn and Rojo The Red Alligator

I invite you to come to they book signing event. Attached are picutres and more information, plus pictures of Author Ruth M Garcia-Marmolejos and her books.

 

 

 

 

My writingis mine, and I will not let anyone change my writing

I wrote this in all my bloggersand website:
I do not mind constuctive critisism with my writing, I do not mind some editing for some grammar corretions, but when an editor wants me to change what I wrote, it s no longer my story. Writing to me, is like talking to people. make them feel good, enjoying what I write. Using big words can some times confuse people. You want grammar and punctuation? Go to school. Writing and making readers feel good, taking readers to imaginaray trips with my writing, will help put them in a comfortable place and enjoy my stories. That my friends and colleagues is what my writing is all about.

The hurting "SHE"

Do they realize the hurt? She laughs, She jokes, She looks happy, Will they ever come back? Her fears are, that she or one of them will die having a grudge with her she did not deserve. Her love for them is unconditional, why can’t theirs be the same. It cannot be because of the book, because they have been cruel to her before the book.
The truth hurts and many do not realize things until it is too late. She misses them so much, she has done everything to get them back, even apologized for something she did unintentional, or did not do, finally giving up. The only thing she lived, and sacrificed all for, are now gone. God, she hurts so much, prayers do not seem to work.
The pain in her heart is so fierce that every now and then she feels the blood running down inside her chest, as if a knife was plunged and the blood flows. She then picks herself up, and her inner strength and quest for survival, stop the blood from flowing and the pain stops.
Many times she gets the urge to call them but the fear that they will hurt her again stops her. The dreams she wanted to share with them cannot be shared. Never an acknowledgment that she exists. She hurts and sobs everyday, like a mother sobs and hurts when her children die. Will they ever go to her, will they stop their nonsense and go back to her and love her before she or one of them dies? That my dear readers no one knows, not even me, being psychic can see it. Only God knows let’s pray it will not be to late. She does not deserve what they are doing to her, all she has been is a good mother sacrificing all for her children and grandchildren, but she refuses to be a senile old lady who needs her children to control her.