A significant period of suffering would be the transition of my big move from Birmingham, Alabama. With a one year old son that needs love, care, attention, and essentials, I found that I made a bad move. In respect to moving on the concept of love, I would not begin to think my family, specifically my parents, would treat me so badly. Within a few months, I found my son and myself jumping back and forth and in between houses, including my mom, dad, and grandparents. The only family members who were truly there for my son and me were my grandparents and my younger brothers. Not able to do much but so their love and care, my younger brothers tried to help me through such pain and the unloving feelings I was having. I struggle and still am struggling
