Joze Couture - Auto Biography 2005
Hi my name is Joze Rendon Couture and this site is about me and my life. This site is to help people understand that there not the only one in this world with problems. I live in a small town in Texas north of San Antonio. I'm living in a residential group home, here I' am learning many ways on how to live on my own. I'm in a program called Transitional Living (TL) in Child Protective Services (CPS). Being a ward of the state has changed my life in various ways. I have two other siblings I'm the oldest out of the three. I have a little sister named Amber, and a little brother named Daniel. Were all separated living in different placements/foster homes. The obstacles I had overcome lead me to be who I' am today.
Well to tell it all started when I was four year old. I really don't know the true story but I've heard many of them and decided to make an assumption.
Well my story came out to be that I was in the house when my mom was killed (Sherry Ann Stapleton) my dad had been drinking with a couple of his "buddies". After a while when my dad had become legally intoxicated, he began to play with a rusted up shotgun that looked as if from world war II. It wasn't the first time that they've played with this gun. well worst comes to worst and all I know from this point is that somehow the gun had a jammed bullet in the shaft and shot my mom on the left shoulder. Luckily was not exposed to this horrid murder.
My dad (Jose Rendon) was sentence 10 years in a state penitentiary (He was only charge with involuntary manslaughter). For those 10 years I lived with my grandmother (Dominga Rendon). Those years of my life will never be forgotten. At first I was very spoiled and rebellious. I didn't listen to my grandmother and I demanded a lot from her. I would scream and whine until she would say yes, and when she would say no I knew exactly what to do to get a yes from her.
Well those ten years went by slow and a so much happened that I cant even explain. I was put into several hospitals for attempting suicide. I was kicked out of school and the list goes on. Between those years I would receive letters from my dad decorated in drawings and colorful art. Those letter were filled with wisdom, but yet I still didn't fall for it. He would tell us (me my brother and my sister) on how much he was sorry for what he did and how much he loves us. I didn't want anything to do with him. My grandma and my aunt would tell me on how people can change and well yes they can change, just I knew he couldn't.
After ten years of those promising letters, the day come when he finally comes out. Joy filled my little sister and little brother hearts (At the time my brother was living with my aunt). My heart shrunk every time I thought of my dad. I hated him, I would just think of him ruining my little sister and brothers lives with all the promises he made and not keeping them. My grandmother stood up all night waiting for him and so did my little brother and sister. They had bought churches chicken, pumpkin pie, and all this food and desserts to celebrate his arrival . He came knocking on the door, I would probably say around 10:00pm or 11:00pm with this flannel jacket that looked like he had stole it from a homeless person. My brother jumped from the couch and they same with my sister. I went into my grandma's room to call her out and tell her. I told her "grandma dad is here" quietly in voice so low and careless. She gave me this weird look that I had never seen before this huge grin came upon her face. That smile was amazing. I had never seen her happy in my whole life. The first thing my dad wanted to do was eat. He hadn't had a decent meal in years. So well we all sat at the table talking (well I was quiet). I would just listen to him speak he was a very intelligent his vocabulary was very diverse. The stories he'd tell me about him going to college in prison and him having a 4.0 average made me think twice about him. I began to loosen up to him and tell him more about me.
A couple days later.
I was now comfortable talking with him, but I still didn't trust him. His interest were totally different from mine, but yet I would still listen to everything he had to say and learn more about him. He was into old antique cars and mechanics when I was more into computers and web design. Me and my dad hit it off for a while till I found out that he had sex with some 35 year old mom that lived next door to us. That disgusted me in so many different ways. I understand that he just got out of prison but having sex with a person he hasn't known but for about a day that's just to much for me to handle. I thought my dad would have some kind of respect for himself but I guess not.
That incident changed the perspective I had on my dad. Having sex with some promiscuous milf. I would have thought that my dad would have waited to find someone to settle down with. Soon enough that person came.
When I first introduced myself to Brenda (the girl my dad was dating) I was kind of happy that my dad had found someone. They only problem in their relationship was that she had a boyfriend at the time. This is how my dad's nickname (Sancho) was originally started. Everybody new my dad as "Sancho " I even started him "Sancho" instead of dad.
As time passed by I noticed that Brenda had mood swings. I grew accustomed to them, they were random at times, but we knew when they were coming. She had a really short temper anything could of triggered her. I remember the day of my birthday I woke up early in the morning and had walked into the kitchen and saw that the sink was filled with dishes. I knew if I didn't clean it up Brenda would throw a huge bitch fit. So I decided that I would wash the dishes. I began to wash them but I noticed that I had now towel to dry them off with. I went into my sisters room and grabbed a shirt out of her closet and used it to set the dishes on. When Amber woke up and saw that I used her shirt to set the dishes off she said something out loud and woke up Brenda. Brenda came rushing through the living room into the kitchen ranting and raving scream " cant anyone get some fukin sleep around her". I looked at amber like great look what you did. The only thing I remember is I turned around and slapped me. I was so upset, not only cause she had no right to do that, but that is was my birthday. Afterwards (when she slapped me) I ran into the garage to look for my bike. I was going to do something that I now regret doing. I ran away on a bike from Devine, TX to San Antonio ( a 30min drive). I knew exactly where to go to. My grandmas house, it was the best place.
Time went by pretty quickly. Living with my grandma made me feel better helping her with her problem cause while every thing was happening she was in the hospital going through surgery. And now she was recovering.
Things didn't last long with my grandma day by day her face would sadden. One day I returned from visiting one of my friends and well i saw my brother from a distance crying. I felt as if there was wrong. The next thing I know I heard the screeching noise of a ambulance. Then I knew something was going wrong. I ran inside and saw my grandma on the bed. She wasn't breathing I could believe it. I cried and prayed that nothing would happened to my grandma. My aunt and I went to Wellford hall where they put us in a little room where I saw a brochure on grieving. I thought to my self this cant be happening. It was self-explanatory that she didn't make but they had to make it worse on us by putting me and my aunt into a little crammed up room filled with pamphlets on the deceased. We waited till the doctor came in and well broke it to us I was terrified of living back with my dad I cried and cried I couldn't stop. My grandmother was the only one in the world i cared about, and actually loved. I couldn't breath I couldn't speak.
Around two months later Amber, Daniel, and my self were put into a shelter called Girls and Boys Town. Currently we are now all separated living in different placements/foster homes. My father is back in jail, me my brother and my sister have visitations with my aunt and uncle during holidays. Ever since away from our dad our lives have been much successful. (well to me at least).
