My mom got pregnant with my sister when I was nine. I was excited, but I felt trepidation because of the shitty environment we lived in, courtesy of my crazy-go-nuts stepfather. I wondered if this baby was going to have to deal with years of stupid shit like I did.
There were other babies too. My mom is convinced that my stepfather whacked the first one out of her when she was seven months along. He was at the nadir of his nuttiness then, so I can say (but not without a horrible stab of regret) that it
my goodness…
heh heh heh. Delightful memories. :)
Hello again (we met the other day at Diva). Great site, FYI. I’d direct you to my actual website instead of my lame-o journal, but it’s much too “in-progress” right now and I’d be all embarassed. Of course, given that I’m slow-as-all-hell about some stuff, it’s likely to be “in-progress” (which, by the way, translates to “worked-on-mostly-illicitly-at-place-of-employment-while-slacking-instead-of-doing-actual-work”) for some time. Whatever.
Anyway, you make me laugh a lot. Thanks.
Yeah. I tortured my sister by not letting her into my room. I probably owe her thousands of dollars to pay her to go to therapy. But isn’t she more interesting because of me? That’s what I tell myself anyway.
my sister would constantly lock me out of her room. one day i turned the doorknob around so the lock was on the outside.
as usual she tried to run thru the house and quick-lock her door to keep me out at which point i locked her in.
ha! take that big sister!
Its wonderful story