But one afternoon in the spring of my Junior year he was on his front porch sitting. It'd been a long time since I talked to Mr. She used to play with me and the other kids on Magnolia Bend when she was younger. The mailbox was really dented in on the side and he never fixed it. I walked up Magnolia Bend, turned right at the corner and went up the hill to where my high school was. I use to walk to school even though most kids didn't walk to school when I was in high school. She drank to cope with aging, she drank to cope with the abuse, she drank to basically cope with living I guess. She drank maybe more than my dad, she drank all day.
I mean a descent into the blackness of alcohol, He drank to sleep & forget & maybe to die. I don't mean a few beers at night with his friends & baseball or a glass or two of wine at dinner. That's when the drinking started I guess. When my dad's company went under he had to work in a minor management position at another larger contractor. That was life before the darkness came I guess. If i had to pick like the "best years" of my childhood I'd say those were it. When I was 3 or 4 he was working on a site with my dad I guess and they would come back to our house at night & watch baseball and drink beer for a few hours. Samuel since I was really little, he was one of my dad s workmen at his company. I didn't love my parents but you can see why I know now she just wanted my dad to love her but i didn't understand back then. She could spend an hour looking in the mirror trying out ways to hold her eyebrows or lips. She'd go out at night with my father to the movies or to dinner and she'd cake on her cheap makeup to cover the bruises. She never made me breakfast or anything because she didn't eat breakfast and she never helped me get ready for school. Then she'd get up & make herself a drink, pop a vicodin & go back to sleep. She used to wear cheap makeup and perfume-I remember going shopping with her at Piggly Wiggly's one time and she bought some makeup & told me I'd need to buy makeup too one day to be beautiful.Įvery morning she'd sleep in until 11 or noon. Its sad that most of my memories of her are of her asleep on pills. He beat me and my mother a lot after his company closed. It was once one of the 20 largest contractors in southern Alabama & that made him a proud man, He was large and sometimes kind, but he was brutal & violent when he was drunk. My real father owned a contracting company. Samuel lived on the other side of the street in a shabby little house that he didn't really take care of. The houses were larger, had nicer lawns, and usually rose bushes and stuff. We lived on the left side of the street where the nicer houses were. My family lived on Magnolia Bend in an area outside of Mobile. But finally after I could no longer deny that he was my light, my love & my deepest passion, I began to call him "Daddy." He became not only the man who took my virginity but the man I called my father. I loved to wear his large t-shirts as if they were dresses while I cooked. I later called him Bill while our relationship was in its budding weeks, the life-filled weeks of love, sex, and making omelets and grits together in his kitchen. The year I turned 16 I began a relationship with a 48 year old man. I added some dialogue to make the story not so boring, but please remember this happened many years ago & I don't remember everything that was actually said so its just approximations. I'm a nurse and I love my life right now and I have 2 beautiful children who mean the world to me. He doesn't know anything about my childhood because my parents both died before I married him. I'm married now and I have kids & I've never told anyone about this before not even my husband. Note: I really am from southern Alabama but I changed all the names of people and places. So I figured I'd just share it with you guys because that's what Reddit's for right? I guess I'll find out haha.
I am sharing my story because I want to tell someone. **I have lived with this for a long time.