We all have a story so here’s mine.
There once was a young girl who had been a troubled child. Her mother had left her when she was young. Her father was an alcoholic. She was passed from here to there. Abused.
When she was about 17 or so she ran away from home hitch-hiking all the way to Illinois from Texas via truckers.
She ended up in this little town- Milford.
Not sure of all the details here- because I’ve only gotten sketchy inconclusive details of her life in Milford.
She met a friend & ended up moving in with their family.
There was a boy & girl her age who lived in the house she moved into.
Then there was a county fair.
Then there was a positive pregnancy test.
Then they shipped her out.
She claimed that it was their son’s baby. They denied it.
So, back to Texas she came with her alcoholic father.
Nine months later I was born in a little hospital in Mt. Pleasant, Texas.
To this day I wonder what made her keep me. I’m thankful she did. But I wonder…
I can only imagine what it was like- my first few months of life.
The next part of the story is when my mother met my “daddy”. He tells me he fell in love with me.
I know there was a time that they had broken up or something & she called him crying because she couldn’t buy milk to feed me. He of course came to my rescue.
Soon they became pregnant & had my sister.
Then they got married & had another sister 15 months later.
I don’t remember “happy times” between my mother & dad. I remember a lot of fighting! I mean a lot. But I knew my Daddy loved us girls, but I was never sure that my mother & daddy loved one another.
Then she became pregnant again.
Not my daddy’s baby.
Yet, he stayed with her. After all he had made a vow.
The baby was born, another girl.
There were problems though.
This baby was mentally handicapped. You see the baby’s daddy was my uncle. My mother’s half brother. Somehow that doesn’t work well.
But my daddy stayed with her. And kept trying to make it work.
By this time they were in a church. And were trying to live for the LORD. Or at least my daddy was. I found out later that my mother was sleeping around with many in the choir & many of my daddy’s friends.
There was no peace in our home.
I remember my mother would give my sisters & I kool-aide powder to eat because my dad tried to only let us eat healthy. I guess she thought we were deprived.
I have many memories of that time. Hot checks were a big issue.
Soon it all came to a head. One night she was to go on a trip with some ladies from the church- instead she went to someone’s apartment & spent the night. A male someone.
My daddy was no idiot. He packed her bags & had them ready for her.
Here’s where it gets slightly confusing.
I was not legally my daddy’s child.
I had to go with my mother & the youngest sister (who also was not his).
My two middle sisters got to stay with my daddy.
I clearly remember my mother telling them goodbye at ages 2 & 3.
She waved goodbye to her life of being a mother simply because she was selfish.
And she drug me along for the ride…
(to be continued)
My Naptime Ponderings 