I will begin writing about my life, the abuse I grew up with and the love that I found. Bit by bit, memory by memory…..I strive to overcome.
Conceived out of wedlock to a 19 year old girl and a 22 year old boy…I refer to them “girl and boy” because really…that’s what they were….I was born in the early part of the spring in 1967.
My parents met at a dance. My mother lived with an alcoholic father, an unpleasant mother and both physical and verbal abuse, she was the middle of three daughters. The eldest was “the smart one”, she finished school, married a decent man and built a home. The youngest married a wonderful individual and after my Grandmother passed in 1975, lived in the home my Grandfather built with her husband and two children….my Grandfather was sent to a detached building on the property to live out his life in a single room. My mother was the rebellious one…smoking, drinking and partying, being promiscuous and looking for any reason to leave her life of “Hell”. Her unplanned pregnancy was her ticket out. But right from the start (according to her)….it was all a mistake….marrying into this family.
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