24 years, gone and past-part 5
I’m going to tackle this part with a little bit of a different approach. Instead of doing it as I usually was, I’d like to sort through things that my mother and other people have taught me about. This is going to be in category format.
Let’s start with:
LOVE- While my father and mother were together she cheated on him with another man. This is a guy I would see years later (age 19) at a party whom expressed his undying love for my mother. I don’t remember anything about him except that he helped cause a lot of pain to my dad and I guess it ultimately caused my mom and dad’s separation—and my mother a black eye (from my grandmother).
Fast forward to years later when Danny showed up. My mom married him and of course you know he went to prison later and while my mom was still married to him she had an ongoing relationship with a dude “Uncle Mikey” whom I would hear late night conversations about leaving Dan and being with him. Also I’d be woken up by screaming and hollering back and forth by him and my mom.
My mom and Dan divorced and she started Dating Dean. I believe they dating for a couple of years and he in fact lived with us at one point and even went so far as to setting up a dog kennel at our house. She was on again off again with Dean and she made me go with her to try to win him back, crying and bawling.
After Dean my mom dated Roy. Roy and my mother became alcoholics after a short time living together. They were on again off again but constantly I was woken up by fighting and screaming. My mom would come home drunk as hell with Roy and I even remember a fight that ended so oddly as to him saying he was moving out. The ODD part about this was that the only thing he packed was his TV and was trying to leave the house. My aunt was sober and was trying to talk him into staying and I believe he finally went to sleep because I was kept away literally all night by his snoring.
My mom was always extremely hard to live with for other men and her and Roy eventually split and got a divorce and to this day, me and my other two brothers (Chance was my younger brother on my mom side and was Roy’s son with her) have a hard time dealing with this.
Money- When I was younger and while we lived up north we were extremely broke. We lived in the projects and we went to free bread houses and shopped at dime stores as long as I remember. My mom would buy is Happy Meals still but it would be hard for us to get groceries. I wore my shoes until the soles fell off (something I still do to this day) and our clothes until my grandma undid the sewing in the bottoms of our pants to make them longer. Half the time, however, I feel like my mom would have be stay at friends’ houses JUST to ensure that I was being fed. Eventually while she was married to Roy, we had quite a bit of money and bought a really nice house and we would get garbage bags full of different toys and even the newest gaming systems and video games attached. At this time we were pretty spoiled. My mom pretty much taught me to not pay bills until we had to beg people for the money to pay for them. Then, when we got money, to splurge on stuff that wasn’t needed and wash, rinse, repeat.
Honesty- I remember quite a few times lying about minor things to people because my mom said it would “hurt their feelings”. Most of the lies that I can remember well enough were small things like this-my mom’s friend had a camcorder that stopped working because they left it outside all night and dew got inside of the camcorder and caused it to malfunction. My mom told them that they should go to Wal-Mart, buy a new one, and return the broken one and say that it was the new one they had bought and that it wasn’t working. I told her that that was extremely dishonest and she yelled, “It IS NOT!!”, of course, it was very dishonest.
Religion- My mom was always trying to do what was best “for God” but she obviously has fallen very short a lot of times. She would usually go into “Jesus kicks” and we’d go to church for a month or two and not go again for almost a year. No big deal, I hated waking up early and I always fell asleep at the sermons. I liked church for the sole purpose that I was learning about something outside of school and as a child I LOVED to learn about anything and everything. My dad and step-mom I’m pretty sure have gone to church and still continue to go because of my step-mom’s mother. She was a very religious woman but she actually did a very good, honest job of teaching me religious lessons with out making me feel that if I wasn’t Christian then I couldn’t follow the morals of said stories. Again, I hated going to church because I had to wake up in the morning. The funnest part about church as a kid was coming home after church, getting in my underwear with my boy cousins and acting like strippers to crack my family up (we were weird dudes).
These are just a few topics that I thought I’d discuss and I’ve seriously thought about putting these stories into novel form as I have countess more bizarre stories and tales about my life. I’ve had a pretty odd life and would just love to share it with people.
