I think I have a bit of writer’s block today so I am starting a series story about myself. With this, I plan to open up and reveal me. So let’s get started.
My name is Agnieszka Klaudia Szawerdo and I was born on Saturday, January 4th, 1986 in Gorzow WLKP, Poland. Both of my parents at the time were really young, my mum was 17 almost 18 and my dad was 19. They were not married yet but ended up getting married later on in ’86. From what I have been told was that we lived with my grandma (mum’s mum) and grandpa and their three-week-old new son. You read that right, I had an uncle who was only three weeks older than myself.
We didn’t live in a house. We lived in an apartment and I guess we made it work. Eventually, my parents wanted a better and brighter future for us, or whatever their thought process was, and we ended up moving to Vienna, Austria. I was about 2 or 3 years old when we moved. I believe we lived in Vienna for about a year or so. The crazy thing is I do have some scattered memories from Vienna. I remember there was this street we went down, must have been a festival of a sort going on and there was a lot of people. What I remember the most was there was this HUGE King Kong (fake of course but looked so real) behind this half cage and if I recall correctly, he freaking moved his arms and mouth and eyes and made sounds. Scary as fuck, especially for a 3-year-old.
From my knowledge and what I have been told was that my dad wanted to move us to Australia but they rejected us and I think it had something to do with my dad though because Canada at the time rejected us also. So, we ended up moving to Dallas, Texas, USA, The Lonestar State. I have a lot more memories from living in the US than I did back home in Europe.
Funny thing is, I never knew and until this day, I still have no freaking idea what my dad does for work. But regardless he worked somewhere. My mum ended up working also and she worked at Ralph Lauren. Living in Dallas was HOT. When we first moved there, we lived in an apartment but it was a nice apartment. We didn’t have much but as a kid, hell, as long as you have a roof over your head, food in your tummy, clothes on your back, a bed, and parents, you are golden. But at the same time, I had no idea what was going on behind closed doors.
I think to a certain time and point in their relationship, they were in love with each other and were happy. I do know though that my dad did cheat on my mum. When it comes to cheating, I think there has to be a reason why someone cheats. I am not saying I approve of cheaters and cheating but you don’t just cheat for the fun of it unless you are a complete heartless asshole who does not give a shit about other peoples feelings. Then again, okay, he is cheating so why stay with the guy? She would always tell me “because I was so in love with him.” I call bullshit. I think she was completely dependent on him. I also was made aware that he did hit her a few times. Yes, I also think there has to be a reason to be hitting someone, again, unless you are a complete asshole and do shit like this for funzies. In the end, as you may already know, this did not end well and they ended up divorcing.
Before the divorce, when my mum thought everything was fine, she found out that grandma (her mum) was up in Canada visiting her family we had there. My dad ended up buying us plane tickets to Canada for us to go visit. Little did my mum know at the time that he sent us off so he could figure out his plan and get divorce papers and what not. All I know is before we headed back to Dallas from Canada, he ended up calling my mum saying that he wanted a divorce, he was seeing someone, and that he sold everything that was in the apartment, so meaning everything from beds to clothes, etc. Now, mind you, I have heard only really one side of this entire story from my mum and personally, I think she over exaggerated a lot of it and I think she may have lied about certain things.
Anyways, we ended up coming back to the US and we moved in with one of my mum’s guy friends who was a genuine person but he was not my dad and definitely not my mum’s type. I remember he was nice and he would have given us the world if my mum would have made a relationship work with him. We ended up living with him for a good year until my mum’s and dad’s divorce was finalized. After that, we ended up moving to Canada.
Okay, I am stopping here haha because I said I would make this into a series story, so if you want to know more I will be continuing tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of your Friday. Relax. Have a glass of wine, beer, joint, whatever tickles your fancy. As for me, I am going on to play Sims 3 for a bit and then hitting up the treadmill. See you tomorrow.
**PS. I promise I will post a couple of pictures along with my entry tomorrow.**