Day 3 was suppose to be First Love but I am skipping that one and bringing the next one up in it's place.
The person that one might think would be or should be my first love doesn't read my blog, I don't think anyway.
However, the person that I classify as my first love does. I am not about to drudge up that story again. You can read it if you like with the link.
(I want to say sorry for punctuation on this one, it's gonna suck. LOL)
In the first day of interesting facts I told you that I was my father's only son. My parents divorced when I was at very young age, so I don't remember them being together to much. I remember the bad times more than the good. I remember all the yelling the screaming, the fighting, the hitting and the crying. So there is no mystery that my Father was abusive to my Mother. That is also why on day 1 of interesting facts I listed that I don't deal with confrontation hearing it or being apart of it. Makes me very very uneasy. The last apartment that I moved from we had a neighbor woman that screamed at the top of her lungs at her child, mean hateful things. I hated it! I couldn't stand to hear it.
My father has a brother, my dad being the oldest. My uncle, well that is a whole blog post in itself. We'll just say he is part of the "family" other than just blood.
Back in the day my father use to ride horses and do rodeo. That was before my mother. When they met, to the best of my memory, my father was a cop for the local surrounding town.
They didn't meet on very good circumstances, from what my mother told me years ago, he picked her up one night when she ran off from her last husband. Which is actually my Sisters father. He was also abusive to my Mother. Long story short My Father and Mother became close. My Father had confrontation with my sisters dad. There was a fight, my dad lost his front teeth. They got married and eventually had me. Okay so there was some missing stuff there. LOL
My father is currently paraplegic and has been for years. It happened probably now a good 26 years or so ago. I was young and to this day I can't remember what my father looks like standing up. He fell asleep behind the wheel of his car on Mothers day. He owns his own business doing lawn mower and small engine repair. We still get along, I don't see him as much, we barely have anything in common. Considering I lived with my mother after the divorce I was closer with my mother than my father.
My mother was the second youngest of gosh....11 or 12 brothers and sisters? She was from a big family I know that.
My mother was a drinker and could be a bit rowdy and had the mouth of a trucker. Looking back now as an adult, she was probably a lot of fun. Mind you I did have my moments where I didn't like all the drinking. It could be a little much sometimes. I was going to bars and drinking with my mother when I was 15 probably younger. I know, sounds awful, but really it wasn't. Playing quarters with my mother was a blast. My mother was always like, if you are going to do it I'd rather you do it in front of me then off someplace else. In spite of my upbringing I think I turned out okay. I'm not a drug addict, I've never had a run in with the law and I am not a big drinker. I almost don't drink at all actually.
My mother passed away in 2002 from cancer. Granted I really didn't do her justice in this post, cause I have covered all this before in my blog. I do miss her a lot. She was my best friend, I told her everything. I miss her laugh and the smell of her perfume. So much now of my life that I wish she would have known about. Things that have happened that I wish she was around for to tell her. All the happy moments and the bad moments. When I lost my mother I think the biggest thing that got to me was, there wasn't going to be anyone around anymore to be proud of me and that unconditional love.
When my mother passed away my father told me, "I'm still here". Although I love my father very much and I am glad he is still around. You have to admit mother and father is just not quite the same.
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