Friday, June 12, 2015

Bonus Dad

The next few years were more of the same. Parents fighting, mom not coming out of her room for days, and a feeling of overall unhappiness in the home. Then... things took a turn for the better!

My parents finally got a divorce! This was a GREAT thing! They were not good together. My brother is older than me so he remembers more than I do. He says our parents loved hard and fought hard. I really don't remember the love part but he does so, I believe him. 

Remember the neighbors that my dad took me to when my mom had the gun? Well, those neighbors were the best thing that had happened to our family. The mom of that family and my mom became best friends, she was such a positive person in my moms life. My mom became active in church, helped people every chance she got, and took really good care of me and my brother. I felt safe and happy.

Things were good only to get better! My mom met someone at church. I instantly loved this man. He was fun, gentle, nerdy, strong, kind and I wanted my mom to marry him. I don't know how a kid can have an instant connection with a grown man but, I did. A short time later my mom was remarried! For some reason I don't like the word step-dad, I don't know why, step-parents are evil. HA! He was not a step-parent, he was a BONUS dad! My mom hit the JACKPOT!
Bonus dad on Halloween! Seriously... FUNNY!
 

Thursday, June 4, 2015

My First Memory

I'm not sure how long my mom has been hooked on drugs. I first found out about it when I was a sophomore in high school. I always knew something wasn't right. My mom wasn't like other moms, she had problems.

The first memory I have was when I was probably 4 or 5 years old. My mom and dad were fighting, again. Their fights were scary and violent. I would hide under the bed or in the closet most of the time. Looking back, I thought it was all my dads fault. He worked in the oil field and was gone a lot. I know there were other women. I don't know how many but, enough. When he would come home it was war. I hated my dad being home. This time was no different.

I remember the screaming. I heard my dad yell "Oh God, No!" My dad ran to me and swooped me up. My mom had a gun and it was pointed at us! My dad took off running with me in his arms. I heard the gun shots. My dad kept running. I was so scared. He got us to the neighbors house (this neighbor has turned out to be my life long best friend). I remember him dropping me off and then turning around and going right back home! I begged him not to go back, I just knew my mom was going to kill him.

The police showed up at our house and took my mom away. She didn't go to jail, she went to a mental ward somewhere. I stayed with my grandparents while my mom was away. When she returned home it was as if nothing had ever happened. We never spoke of it.
mom and dad