My sister, Marsha, and I wanted to live in the small town we grew-up in, so we stayed with Daddy for several years. We were teenagers by then and with Dad’s party side and being divorced, he was gone most of the time. Unsupervised, like a great deal of teens, we appeared at times unruly. Nearly all my relatives and the majority of the town looked on disapprovingly. I can still hear my Aunt Lula Bell swearing, “Mr. Alfred is not ‘doin right’ by you girls, running the roads - leaving y’all alone - now y’all mind yourselves and go to church to make everything right.” In the south, going to church was the ultimate goal of walking the line and making it ‘right’ with the LORD. Periodically, I guess my Daddy’s conscious would get the best of him, and we would dress-up and go to my Grandparent’s on several Sundays. After church I could hear my Dad being reprimanded about me and my sister by my loving grandmother. She adored my Dad, but had a stern Baptist constitution. They would be crying in each other’s arms and him swearing to ‘Sugar Mama’ he would do better. Alas, for poor ole’ Mr. Alfred that lasted until the next country song was played; which was pretty quick. Of course, with Marsha and I being teenagers, we basically liked the situation; we had charge accounts all over town, and our apartment became the number one hangout for quite a few teenagers. During this time, religion had principally faded into the background for me, as my utmost pursuit was hanging-out with my
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On April 28, 2015 I came home to my sister and mom fighting over my mom being drunk all the time ,and I agreed with my sister because when I walked by my mom I smelled the salty vinegar smell of beer in my mom’s breath. I can’t handle when my mom and sister fight so I called my friend Kellan to see if I could come over.
I did not really like going over to my father’s house when I was younger. I was so used to my mother and her mom, I did not really know my father’s family. Every once in awhile I would have to go stay with my dad and his mother. I remember I used to cry for my Grandma Peaches (my mother’s mom) every time I had to spend the night. My nana said I even used to cuss at her because I did not want them doing my hair, or even picking out my outfit for the day. But once I got older, it got better for me being with them.
I can still hear my Aunt Katie Bell swearing, “Mr. Alfred is not ‘doin right’ by you girls, running the roads - leaving y’all alone - now y’all mind yourselves and go to church to make everything right.”
Everyone loved my parents. Unfortunately I never got to see my parents together as a married couple that they claimed to be. Before I was old enough to understand, they separated. People knew I was a “Daddy’s Girl”. Me and my daddy were really close. He gave me the nickname “little bit”. When I would
My father grew up in Newton, Massachusetts and at age 14, his parents nudged him to go to boarding school. He attended Avon Old Farms for four years where he fell in love with lacrosse. Succeeding high school, he attended Bucknell University, where he not only played lacrosse but also met my mother. They quickly married after college and had their first baby even quicker. Three years later, my life began and that is when my father left a permanent imprint within my mind. I grew up paying close attention to how my father interacted within and outside my family. And when I wasn’t with him, I mimicked all of his slight gestures and cheesy humorous phrases just to
When I turned two my parents ended up getting in a divorce. I don't really know too much information about why they split up, but I know it was for the best. Since I was so young when the got in a divorce I didn't really know what was happening. My dad ended up moving to Mason City while my mom stayed in our house in Northwood. Every other weekend my older brother and I would go and stay at my dad's, and every Tuesday he would take us out to dinner. Most of the time we would eat at Taco John's because that was my brothers and I favorite. When we weren’t at our dads every other weekend we were with our
My mom and dad was separate. I lived with my mom but, I always went to my dad's house. My dad came over twice. It was always a reason why. Only once, me my mom and dad played a game together. My dad didn't come over as much as I went over to him. That one time we played Monopoly, the best game ever. The game of takeover.
It comes down to one day my dad went for a walk, he returned running into the house into the bathroom my mom went into the bathroom to see what was going on and found him with a hand full of pills he just got back from stealing them and me and my mom both knew it. My father got kicked out of the trailer park had a few days to pack up so there was gonna be no way to keep the home, even though it would've been bought in one more month or two after that my father was accused for stealing from his job so he was also fired and we were down at the bottom no money but his last check so we had fun played games ordered pizza made the most out of the rest of the time we had. If you'd like to know what
My sister and I was at our dads every other weekend for visitations. The difference was that this visitation didn't end for six months. We were told that we would be staying over a little longer than expected. The first two months went by slower than time. During the first two months my sister and I were torn from our mothers arms. Over time we were given a three hour visitation at a local gattie land once a week.
When my family got together for family things I would always get really excited because I got to see Brent, but I remember my dad would get a little stressed out. Sometimes when we all got together Brent was quiet at first but it would only take him a couple minutes to warm up. He would all of the sudden get really loud and he would just started talking a bunch and would make fun of everyone, they would just laugh but it bothered everyone. It was a hot day in July and the family wanted to get together at park and have lunch, there was a pond and I brought a lot of outside toys to play with, I was so excited! We got there and started putting the food out on the picnic tables and then
A few months after this, I began the process of applying to university. Since I was getting older I thought I might attempt to ‘do things properly’. It was ‘proper’ to endure church, even if it was boring, I reasoned. As a teenager I would occasionally feel bad about not going to church, especially since I normally had a Christian friend or two. But the lives of these Christian friends seemed just like mine, in fact, many of these friends assumed I was a Christian simply because I didn’t drink alcohol or chase after girls.
My father is not the preeminent person to get along with because of his insufferable attitude and habit. We were not the closest, meaning we barely did father daughter activities . For instance I never attended a father daughter dance at school when I was in grammar school, and when I was that age it distressed me to even contemplate about it, even as I write this instant my heart breaks a bit. As I stated in the previous paragraph, my parents have squabbled since I was three about God knows what. I still remember vividly their struggles. My mother's tears, the straining of her timid voice, and the flushing
Throughout my life, my family and I have always undoubtedly been close. We spend time together and just generally like one another. There are no activities that come up as a tradition or practice, we regularly perform, but one little affair that is almost an unspoken tradition is the way I spend time and connect with my dad. Sitting down on a rainy day or just the odd night to watch a movie together has been a regular activity that my dad, my brother, my friends, and I do.