About Me

First and foremost let me introduce myself and share my background. My name is Eve and I grew up in an international household influenced by various nationalities. You are probably asking yourself how is this possible let me tell you. My father is from Equatorial Guinea (All my life and I'm still having problems spelling that) and my mother is from Kingston Jamaica (Yeah Mon!). My grandmother is born in Panama and raised in Jamaica since the age of 15 months so she is the only person in my large family that does not speak Spanish, so weird.... Anyway my father's country was colonized by Spanish speaking people and my mother lived in panama for some years with my Panamanian family hence I speak Spanish fluently. Growing up it was expected that I would be the future Mozart because my father is a musician, mathematician and engineer, unfortunately this did not happen. I played the piano for four years, Spanish classical music and music directed by Mr. Iceberg at Brooklyn College. I swear going to class with Mr. Iceberg felt like torture. Torture because he had me playing all this juvenile crap meanwhile I was learning serious pieces with my father’s instruction. Had I only knew of what Alicia Keys was going to become I would have continued playing the piano. Lets not forget that I am cute but I got to give it to Alicia is cuter. My father’s second aspiration for me was to be anything in the medical field so I could take care of him in his old age; this is what he told me. Imagine if I became a dentist and his teeth were fine then I bet he would be one pissed off man after spending tuition on dental school.

I am going to fast forward to the reason for my blog. You ever feel like you are going through the worst time ever in the divorce process, custody battles, visitation and your ex. Well welcome to my world. I got married at the tender age of 24, lol, there was nothing tender about my age but it just sounds like I can get some pitty points. My boyfriend / husband to be had a terrible situation his visa was expired and the only way for him to get residence in the United States was to marry me. Okay now don't think that I am some dog looking woman who weighs 300lbs because I definitely don't (pictures to come). At the age of 24 I had traveled the world and had various different experiences that I felt secure enough to commit myself to this man. I also thought to myself I am only 24 and if shit does not go good I can always get the hell out and find a new piece, oops man lol. I am sure many of you who are thinking of marrying at a young age are thinking what I am thinking. No worries relationships are like buses when one is gone the next one is only 15 minutes behind. My mother told me this about men when I was growing up “if you loose one no worries another will be coming”. When I made the decision to get married this is what I thought about the MTA ……..In the last week of July 2002 my boyfriend and I hopped on a plane to Viva Las Vegas and jumped over the broom and went from studs to duds.