One thing mom really hates talking about is the fact she was married quite quite young, it was kinda a circumstantial thing and I will leave it at that. My mom and dad where married about 7 years. They 1st had my sister Eve and them me. ( I am trying to think of a way to make this kinda short)
They divorced when I was 3 years old. Mom was basically a single mom with the help of my grandfather, which I called PawPaw. By the way he was one of the best male figures I ever had in my life.. Not saying my dads father was bad or anything. My Paw Paw was the greatest for helping my mom with raising us.
My dad stayed here in Georgia for a little while probable less than 3 months. I thing financially he gave my mom around $300 child support. He had move back up to Tennessee where he was from and only took jobs that payed him under the table.. so he didn't have to pay. My mom struggled raising us it was horrible now knowing how much she struggled.. But the great thing about her is she never let on how poor we where. I actually didn't know I was poor. I do remember wearing shoes to school and they would come apart and the elementary school I went to had this one room filled with donated clothes and shoes and the teacher giving me a new pair.. but back then I never thought much of it.
I remember when I was young up until early high school I worshiped my dad. It took me that long to just realize that he was no a great father. When my parents 1st split, he would get my sister and I a lot. But as the years went on it was less and less.. It it wasn't for his parents my Grandpa and Grandma I would never have seen them or any of my other family. My Grandfather was a truck driver and he would pick my sister and I up and we would go on the road with them for days sometimes weeks, I am so grateful for that.
The crazy thing is I don't remember a lot of my childhood before age 3 or too many years after 3.. I remember a lot of thing at around 3.. I guess because that was when my parents divorced. I remember them being married, camping and helping my dad with his camping bus.. or watching. I remember the fighting and the break up, which kinda was traumatizing. I don't remember details only the sounds of fighting.
You know I am better off without him in my life.. I see him occasionally at family functions with my step monster. But I don't go out of my way to call him like my sister does. Eve does it because she don't like people being mad at her.. me who cares why show love to someone who doesn't deserve it. I have had the same number forever and he can't find the time to call, It's sad neither of my kids know him and I have given him plenty opportunities to be in their lives. I am happy and there isn't any drama in my life as long as he isn't around. I do love him, but I don't have to like him.
OK just a little about my dad aka(sperm donor) or as my sister use to call him when she was on the same page as me. I can't say what the future hold but right now it's very bleak.
Until next time.. Good Night Good day..<3 p="">
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