The one where I share my story...part 1...

13 July, 2010

Well...maybe not all of it... we'll see where it goes...
So...long ago and far away...I was a normal tween...I went to school, loved  hated every minute of it.  What kid doesn't?  Not to mention that I went to school with the same 50ish kids from the time we were 3 until we graduated high school...and all 4 schools (pre school, elementary, middle and high school) were with in about 3 blocks of each other.  
All the girls and I were in Girl Scouts together, until we went to 7th grade.  (my mom was even one of our leaders.)  I was never the most popular kid, but I was ok with that.  At least until about 7th grade when I realized, not only was I not popular...I was pretty much invisible.  Maybe I was better off that way...maybe not.  So...you get the idea right?
Moving right along.  I started going to church before I can remember.  I have pictures of my mom and "dad" holding me as an infant outside our church, after I had been baptized.  I went to preschool at our church.  I grew up going to fish fry's and Mother/Daughter dinners, and bazaars.  It was just a part of my life.  (You may be wondering why I have "dad"...I'll get to that part in a bit...)
Ok so...you kinda see a bit into my world right?  Good.  
And over here...oh, wait this isn't a tour is it?  
Ok, so...lets back track a bit ok?  I'm my moms only child...I'm the oldest of my "dads"..I'll explain that in a hot second.  So...I don't ever remember my parents being together.  As long as I can remember, I went somewhere else to see my "dad".  My parents divorced when I was 3.  I really for thought for a while that it was normal for a mommy and daddy to live separately...didn't everyone's?  
So..on to the I'm my "dads" oldest thing...See...my father wasn't much of a father to me.  I found out later (around 7th grade I guess) that my father wasn't a good man at all.  He was married before my mom.  He divorced his first wife, "because she cheated on him."  Married my mom...cheated on my mom with his 3rd wife (My first step monster mother).  Cheated on her with his 4th wife (my second step monster mother).  My dad and his 3rd wife had 2 little boys, my half brothers.  My dad and his 4th wife had at least one little girl (my dad also had 2 step sons from 4th wife)...are you still with me?  As far as I know, that's as many times as he's been married, and that's all the siblings I have...but I haven't spoken to my father in 10 years so...who knows what's happened since then...
Ok...backing up a bit farther...Before me...my mom and dad were married.  I don't know that they were ever happily married, but they were married non the less.  My mom was an RN, and my father was a fire fighter...Chief in the town we lived as a matter of fact.  So...what was my fathers idea of watching me?  yup...lets take the 3yo to the fire station...although I guess that was better then when I was an infant, and my baby sitter (Aunt Marge...I love her) knew that if the tones dropped, she had to come to our apartment to get me cause my father was already gone, and I was alone if my mom was at work...
So...do any of you know what happens when you take a little girl to the fire house?  She hears things she shouldn't...and then starts to repeat them.  One weekend my father was supposed to have me for the weekend...he called my mom right about the time that he was supposed to pick me up, and told her he wasn't coming to get me...she said fine, but you have to tell her...now I'm 3 at the time remember...I get on the phone with him, and he tells me he's not coming...and I proceed to say to him (sorry for the language) NO...you come get me RIGHT NOW, you hasshole...yes, I called my father an asshole for the first time when I was 3...I don't remember it...but, My mom likes to tell that story...that same summer (just remember the firehouse, mmmkay?)  It's like 90 some odd degrees out, and mom and I are getting gas...windows all down, my tiny little butt (hey...I'm only 4'11" how tall do you think I was at 3??) is in the back seat in my booster seat, when low and behold, the tones drop (I don't know about where y'all are, but where I come from, the tones drop, and it also sets off the local air raid sirens, so that the fire fighters in the area know there's a fire (cause their 45 pagers and scanners aren't enough)...Ok, back to topic...tones drop...sirens go off...and then you hear...(sorry language again) ooohhh, f**k fire!!...yup...that was alll me!!  And my father just COULDN'T figure out where I learned such language...
I think I'll leave it at that for tonight...I think this is going to be a multi-part post...
If you made it this far...you are a SAINT...leave me a comment, questions, anything..I love getting love...

Much Love!

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