and Daddy leaves home
Momma and daddy split up soon after that. He just up and left......we had nothing. No money, nothing. Before long the bills piles up and the utilities were cut off.
My four siblings and I shared a room with momma so that we could all sleep in front of the little kerosine heater. The heater became the center of our household, we would heat up water for bathing, two kids to a pot of water, each night before crawling under a blanket or into a sleeping bag.
It was winter, which was actually good, because what little bit of food we had, we could put on the porch to keep it cold. We tried to keep milk in the house for the kids, but I really didn't drink much, or eat much either. Momma explained it to me.....she had to work alot, so she needed to eat her fill and the kids, well, they were growing and needed not to be hungry. That all makes sense, right? So, I ate the leftovers and it was ok at first. I had been a little chubby, but after I lost 30 pounds, I passed out at school. I hadnt eaten anything since breakfast the day before, and was walking the kids to and from school and daycare, plus walking myself to and from school, about a total of 6 miles a day (the children only walked about a mile a day). So I passed out in Gym and they called momma. She was angry that I had interupted her day at work and I was punished.
In the Spring, momma and daddy got back together. Joy joy, at least I got to eat and stay warm. Somehow, daddy had gotten into some money and was now driving a Mercedes, and wearing some spiffy clothing and enjoyed spending money buying me nighties, that only he could see. Momma seemed a little happier, now that there was more money in the house, but she didn't quit her job. We did get a bigger house, which was good because I got an even bigger closet.
Once again, Daddys friends would come over to "play" and D (the one who bought sexual priviledges with me from daddy) came for a visit that summer (I think I was 16). I came home and there was a limosine in the driveway, D was inside waiting for me. Daddy and D had been so kind as to plan my first date for me! D was taking me out to a fancy restarant. I really was left no choice, so I went. After eating (which was oddly nice), D took me to a store and bought me a lot of clothes, nice cloths that I could wear in public, then we went to a movie. On the way home, D asked me to marry him and presented me with a ring the size of Texas. He told me that if I would marry him, momma would never again need money. If I would marry him, daddy would no longer do those things to me and momma would never beat me again, so I could wear shorts in public, even. Well, needless to say, I hated D with a golden passion and said NO HELL NO. Once we got home, D told daddy he wanted his money back. Apparently, daddy had attempted to sell my hand in marriage. Daddy was angry, and told momma that I had tried to seduce D, so I was severly punished and sent to school with several bruises and cuts, which I blamed on my falling off a horse.
Then, one morning, daddy was gone, this time for good. Things were a little better, but momma resented me. I was still hit and screamed at while at home. I graduated high school, and started college, and with that enjoyed some newfound freedom. The kids were all in school now and could stay at home (we lived with my grandfather now) for a few hours before I got home. So I got a job and a horse. Every girls answer to problems, lol.
I had a couple of bad relationships, the first one was with a fellow who seemed to enjoy hitting me as much as my mother did. At least until I went a little bezerk and beat him with a pitchfork.
My four siblings and I shared a room with momma so that we could all sleep in front of the little kerosine heater. The heater became the center of our household, we would heat up water for bathing, two kids to a pot of water, each night before crawling under a blanket or into a sleeping bag.
It was winter, which was actually good, because what little bit of food we had, we could put on the porch to keep it cold. We tried to keep milk in the house for the kids, but I really didn't drink much, or eat much either. Momma explained it to me.....she had to work alot, so she needed to eat her fill and the kids, well, they were growing and needed not to be hungry. That all makes sense, right? So, I ate the leftovers and it was ok at first. I had been a little chubby, but after I lost 30 pounds, I passed out at school. I hadnt eaten anything since breakfast the day before, and was walking the kids to and from school and daycare, plus walking myself to and from school, about a total of 6 miles a day (the children only walked about a mile a day). So I passed out in Gym and they called momma. She was angry that I had interupted her day at work and I was punished.
In the Spring, momma and daddy got back together. Joy joy, at least I got to eat and stay warm. Somehow, daddy had gotten into some money and was now driving a Mercedes, and wearing some spiffy clothing and enjoyed spending money buying me nighties, that only he could see. Momma seemed a little happier, now that there was more money in the house, but she didn't quit her job. We did get a bigger house, which was good because I got an even bigger closet.
Once again, Daddys friends would come over to "play" and D (the one who bought sexual priviledges with me from daddy) came for a visit that summer (I think I was 16). I came home and there was a limosine in the driveway, D was inside waiting for me. Daddy and D had been so kind as to plan my first date for me! D was taking me out to a fancy restarant. I really was left no choice, so I went. After eating (which was oddly nice), D took me to a store and bought me a lot of clothes, nice cloths that I could wear in public, then we went to a movie. On the way home, D asked me to marry him and presented me with a ring the size of Texas. He told me that if I would marry him, momma would never again need money. If I would marry him, daddy would no longer do those things to me and momma would never beat me again, so I could wear shorts in public, even. Well, needless to say, I hated D with a golden passion and said NO HELL NO. Once we got home, D told daddy he wanted his money back. Apparently, daddy had attempted to sell my hand in marriage. Daddy was angry, and told momma that I had tried to seduce D, so I was severly punished and sent to school with several bruises and cuts, which I blamed on my falling off a horse.
Then, one morning, daddy was gone, this time for good. Things were a little better, but momma resented me. I was still hit and screamed at while at home. I graduated high school, and started college, and with that enjoyed some newfound freedom. The kids were all in school now and could stay at home (we lived with my grandfather now) for a few hours before I got home. So I got a job and a horse. Every girls answer to problems, lol.
I had a couple of bad relationships, the first one was with a fellow who seemed to enjoy hitting me as much as my mother did. At least until I went a little bezerk and beat him with a pitchfork.
posted by the eldest child at Wednesday, August 31, 2005
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