My Mother and Father met in a bar in Biloxi, Ms. He was 26 and she was 14. My Mother looked and dressed much older. She wasn't drinking. She was looking for someone to rescue her.
My Father was a sort of celebrity. Aside from being a clerk in the Air Force, he was their champion welterweight boxer. That title gave him plenty of room to get away with a lot, at work and with the girls.
Soon after meeting they got married. I suppose, I was born a few months later.
My Father who, for 4 years, was recognized as a champ suddenly, became only a Father and husband. The honeymoon didn't last very long. Before I was 1 year old they divorced and my Mom took me with her back to her parents house in Ms.
My Mom still needed a rescurer. Within a year of moving back to Ms., she was remarried to my stepfather.
My Mother was extremely attractive and anyone who was lucky enough to win her wanted to keep her. At that time she was only 16 and 16 year olds didn't have kids, they were still virgins. So thought my Step-father. He naturally assumed I was my Mothers little brother and noone was going to make him any wiser.
Then one day, my Mother and Grandmother had an argument. During the heat my Grandmother said she wouldn't keep me with her any longer, to come pick me up and take me with her.
Obviously, my Stepfather was a little blown away when he found out the truth. He could have sent her packing but, like I said, she was a real FOX. From that moment on I paid the price for her deception.
[ To be continued. ]
Feel free to coment or add your own histories. Chris B.
Just from the beginning of you story, sounds like one of those Sitting Duck
things, where we look at life (through a child's and know we are really NOT
like that kid down the street, that you watch playing ball with his dad, and
always hear a lot of happy laughter coming from their house, when ever you
go by.
And in Puberty, our hunger for that "normal life and love" tears up our insides
And we soon discover that smoking helps, sex helps, and they we discover
Alcohol, and it surpassed the first, by a Logshot, discovering that everytime
we pour that stuff down us, we get that warm feeling we have been longing for.
We use that stuff with great success for many years, taking good people as
hostages (Husbands). to complete our new "normal life"
have this gut renching goal to never look back on that insanity, keep using Alcohol as your secret "Best friend" year after year etc..
Then what is the saying, The Cucumber turns into a Pickle, and you can no longer use best friend, it stops working, and the insanity that you were running so intensely away from, has now enterered you "normal life" and promises, guarantees to meet in every morning, in the mirror.
Thanks be to God, that we Stuggle really hard to get into Recovery, and once again put that insanity to rest.
