The 30year Life of IMB

This is Ivie or you can call me Ivy, atleast that what my husband used to call me that was before I killed him. This is me writing from my room, it's not really your room if it's a mental hospital. My name is Ivie Benson and I have multiple personality disorder. This is a little diary I decided to write for my children to explain that their mom is not a bad person, I am just a person with issues different from everyone else.

I turn 30 tomorrow, if anyone had told me that would be spending my 3rd decade on earth in a mental facility I would never have believed. I always imagined a small party it would really not be a party if its just your husband and kids and your best\only friend Muni, its more of a small gathering with the only people in your life since your mom is dead and you no longer talk to anyone in your family. So I guess if I'm going to tell a story I should tell it right from where and when it all started. This is not going to be a normal story first of all it has no happy ending, it's going to be my story, just my story; and with all the characters that have made me who i am and the people and the reason why I'm here meanwhile by the time anyone gets the chance to read the story I'll be dead, I've lived for a lot of people, first my mum then my husband, my best friend and my children but I guess it's time to live for me and what better way to live for me than to die.

My name is Ivie Benson and before I was a Benson I was Macaulay, I was born in the year 1993 to the beautiful woman called grace, most people were born in the night but I was born in the afternoon. My mother gave me the name Ivie because it means an ornamental plant and my husband calls me Ivy which to him means faithfulness, I was the only daughter of a not so single mother, my parents were married and if there was an award for the most unloving marriage it'll go to them. my parents were in love according to what my mom used to say before it all went wrong. my parents love story was the usual life in the suburbs type, girl and boy both from middle class families fall in love and decide to get married they both decide that all is perfect and so they would live happily ever after until a force comes your way 2 years later and decide that its time you stop living happily, the force in this case was my father losing his job. According to what Grace said it happened so fast and everything changed in a just day, its so funny that the events of that day affected my life to this point even though I wasn't born.

My parents had jobs both of them and they had both decided not to have any kids till later, maybe it was marital bliss or maybe it was because they were not ready I really can't tell because like I said i wasn't born then. My mom said she had always wanted kids but my father always said that he wasn't ready to have one yet and she indulged him because she was so much in love and would do anything as long as he was happy, so my dad lost his job in the bank where he worked. It was a normal day like most days where my mom had just come back from her teaching job and was preparing dinner for later that night when my father would be back she hears someone trying to open the door and shortly after walks in my father who is still supposed to be at work looking so sullen with a face down, my mom said that, that was the first out of the two weakest moments my father had, the second one was at my birth but we haven't reached that part yet have we? I'll continue my story later but for now its lights out time.