I was born to parents who were married but sepearted when I was 2. My dad was an budding alcoholic, and my mom was well just young and dumb. When they were breaking up my dad told my mom he was taking me and my older brother(which was not his son) to visit his parents and when she was on her feet he would send us back. Im not sure if that was ever my fathers intent. I do how ever know that never happened. As a matter of fact it would be about 12 years before I saw my mother face to face again. My father didnt have much hand in raising my brother and me. He brought us to my grandmother, grandfather and great Aunt . He lived there off and on but mostly off. Which was probably best for al concerned because when he drank he was mean. Not to me or my brother, just everyone else. My grandfather was an alcoholic but he was the sweetest person drunk or sober you ever did meet. He took care of his family. He just came home and sat in his chair, watching whatever sports were on drinking beers until he fell asleep. He also liked to fish so he came home drunk on those occasions, however he didnt bother anyone and would give you all he had until he didnt have anymore. I think that is why my Grandmother pretty much ran everything. My Grandmother was a janitor who worked nights at that time and her sister lived with them who was a teacher. That is why I knew how to read and play piano before I entered Kindergarten. We lived in a nice neighborhood. I had all of the things most kids would kill for. My own room, tv with cable, piano lessons, gymnastics, private school. I had almost anything I wanted. My dad had one sister. Evil she was. She married and moved just about the time I came. At that time I really didnt like her but she was my aunt. So what choice did I have. She and my dad were always at my grandmother and grandfather for money. My dad went through several jobs. When your an alcholic Work just aint up there on that priority list. Evil well her husband was as stingy as stingy could be or maybe Evil just spent too much. Probably was a combination of both. I do know many times grandma sent money for food, light bill, or whatever was ther current bill they couldnt pay. He was in the military and they moved around alot. Everytime she got pregnant, and this is no lie, she and he would have this big falling out and here she would come running h ome 7 or 8 months pregnant. Once or twice she drove way cross country. She would stay until the baby was born. Granndma, Auntie and Granpa ended buying all the stuff the kids needed. I mean from the diapers to the formula to clothes. Then a few days later here comes her retarded husband proud papa without a dime to help pay for anything. Evil when she came to visit would be well lets just say we didnt get along all the time. Sometimes she was nice to me and others well she went out of her way to be mean. Now mind you I was a little kids, She would come and sit on my bed in my room and tell me "this is not your room, its mine. " Of course I was a tattletale so run to grandma and tell her and she would immeditely tell Evil to leave me alone and getout of my room. That stopped her for the moment but she would get me later. Taunting me in some other way. When I was about 4 0r 5 my brother had to go back home and live with my mom. What I didnt know was that my mom wanted us both to come back home. My dad wouldnt hear of it. He threatned my mom and told her that he would kill her i she came back here to try to get me. She believed him because he had in the past beat her on many occasions. I would like to believe it was the alcohol. More to come soon.
