Daddy
Good morning, it has come to my attention that introductions are in order. Most relationships that we have with one another start at one point. At introductions so being that I'm new here and you're new here we're going to get to know each other. My name is Monica my maiden name is Salazar you know like Slytherin house from Harry Potter but being that I am now a married woman my married name is Monica Ray but folks call me Momo not that scary girl that everybody was daring each other to look at on the internet and scare the beegees out of themselves. Which trust me sometimes I can be a scary person but for the most part I try to not be. Well throughout this blog you will find out that Momo Ray is a lot of different things. And that my life not only started out very unconventional but has continued to be.This blog could be triggering to a lot of people so at this point I am going to remind everyone that we're going to be talking about a lot of mental health issues and mental illness, depression surviving suicide not only for the person who was intending to take their life but the people around them, miscarriages, ectopic pregnancies surrogency, infertility, abandonment issues, toxic family members as well as toxic friends, and of course we will be discussing not parents who are unfit, but parents who are emotionally immature.
So I was born in Tucson Arizona in 1978 on May 16th. My parents were from a very small town in Southern Arizona called Marana. When I say small town I'm talking about everybody knew everybody and most likely the reason everyone knew everyone was because they were related in some form even if it was only by marriage. Like I said before my father's family were the Salazar's and no we didn't come from a famous witching community at least not on that side but my grandparents were farmers not only that but they were migrant workers, moving from farm to farm, following the seasons to provide for their fast growing family. My grandmother was expecting my Father, when at the same time her first born daughter was expecting her first child as well. My Father was her ninth child her youngest of the three boys and he would be the one to carry on my grandfather's name, Jasinto. Which roughly translates to Jason. But those who really knew him called him Pie. It's not what you think he wasn't named after a sweet dessert He actually was constantly joking around and poking fun at things he so rarely was serious about anything that everyone started calling him Piaso which means clown in Spanish.
