What you know is true
Don’t have to tell you
I love your precious heart

I remember being in the lawyer’s office, sitting on my dad’s lap with my Brother sitting on Mom’s. I guess that was the final farewell. I wouldn’t see our dad again for…I don’t know how long. I don’t remember seeing him again until I was 9, but I don’t think that’s correct. It gets all fuzzy in the middle there.

I was about 6 when my parents divorced…well, 5-6ish. I remember having nowhere to live. We went to my great-grandparents who made us leave after one night. Then we went to my grandparents and I can’t remember how long we stayed there. I remember getting off the bus in their town only once. I also remember staying with my aunt for at least a few days before moving up the street into town in an apartment. I had my best friend by my side to experience our new life with. My brother, yo!

We had moved into a single-wide trailer when I entered first grade. My brother was 4. We were poor. I’m sure being a single mother is a tough job and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

It seemed like it happened overnight. Mom had met someone. He moved in. And then they married. We rented a very nice log cabin out in the middle of nowhere. One of my memories is when we experienced a chimney fire. I remember the fireman giving me his coat since I was only in my nightgown.

Growing up until I was 15, I cried for my father. I missed him and wanted to live with him so bad. Did you ever see Dumbo? The part where Dumbo gets separated from his mother, I bawl. That’s present tense because I still will. Cinderella, when her mom dies, yeah, that one too. I remember Mom taking me and my brother to see Oliver and Company. I looked around. We were the only ones in the theater. I’ve never felt so alone. Such powerful words for a stupid movie. Oh, but it’s true.

My grandparents would always take us camping during the summers. One summer, I was 8, my grandma returned my brother and I home to find a note taped to the door letting us know that my youngest, newest brother had been born.

I first met the babe at HIS grandmother’s house. My brother (D) and I were treated like red-headed stepchildren at HER house. She still treats me like that and I still hate that woman. I won’t pee for an entire week so I can piss all over her grave. (She made my life a living hell and that’s another post.) Mom looked exhausted. The babe (J) was super cute, super blonde and I loved him from the first moment I looked at him even if he wasn’t the same recipe as me and D. We look nothing alike, although Me and D are very dark, curly haired freaks, well he’s the freak, but you can tell we’re siblings. J, on the other hand, is blond. It looks like we kidnapped J. D’s been by my side since I was 3. I don’t ever remember a life without him. They both have given me the best gifts. I have an 11-year-old beautiful, witty and extremely intelligent niece. I also have a 4-year-old platinum blond, handsome, smart-mouthed, feisty, spitfire of a nephew.

Best friends start at the family level.

song: Never Tear Us Apart by INXS