I have decided to write about my life in hopes it will help others who are struggling, living in a dysfunctional family. Sometimes it has been funny, usually sad and always makes me want to tear out my hair and scream! Thank you so much for taking the time to join me on this journey. … Continue reading #1 My Story Begins!
"Hurting people hurt people." Whoever penned that quote must have been the smartest, most insightful person on earth! And ain't that the truth! I have been hurt and hurting people pretty much my whole life. It is not a lifestyle choice, trust me, but it is definitely hereditary, passed down to the next generations. It … Continue reading #2 Hurting People Hurt People
I can remember pretty early into my childhood. I was born with what they called, at that time, a lazy eye. I am sure that now there is some long, fancy name for it, but in 1965 it was a lazy eye. I can remember being at the hospital, I was about 1 or 2 … Continue reading #3 In The Beginning
Until about the age of 14 I was extremely sheltered. I rarely went outside to play, was not allowed to get dirty (which is why I think I have developed so many allergies!). My only friends were my 3 male cousins, the children of my mom's sister. I was particularly close to my cousin Stephen. … Continue reading #4 Gimme Shelter-NOT!
When I was about 6 years old my dad decided it was time for us to sell the brand new house he and my mom had built, which my mom loved, and move to a different neighborhood. This is the first time I heard my dad talk about "black people". I mean, I knew there … Continue reading #5 The Difference In People
Up to this point, I have written about the BEST times of my life, but things are about to get pretty bleak. My goal in writing my story is not to hurt anyone intentionally or to accidentally tell THEIR story, but when you have others in your life, family, unfortunately in telling YOUR story you … Continue reading #6 DISCLAIMER: Continue At Your Own Risk!
So after my parents sold their first house, much to my mother's displeasure, and we moved into the "old", new house, things started to change. I was only about 6 years old but I could feel it. The aura in the house changed. Some good things did happen there; I joined the Brownies and for … Continue reading #7 A Change In The Air
In my last blog I ended by saying that my dad left the Military and went into insurance as a salesman. He was not there long when he and a co-worker, I believe, decided to go into business for themselves. Of course, this takes capital and not long after the venture was started my dad … Continue reading #8 Make Sure You Have Insurance!
My dad was born in 1943, I believe, into a highly dysfunctional family himself. There was violence against his mother by his dad, for sure, and I believe there was also physical abuse against my dad and his two brothers. The brothers were all close in age, just a few years apart from each other, … Continue reading #9 My Dad
My mom, also born circa 1943, into a highly dysfunctional, abusive home. I know my late grandmother was a highly critical, unpleasant woman who rarely had anything nice to say to my mother. My mom also had a younger sister and brother. Things my mom has told me about her childhood concern only her, so … Continue reading #10 My Mom