Tuesday, December 03, 2024
Everyone Has A Story, Here's One Of Mine
I've been thinking of writing an autobiography or memoir but it just never comes together for me but I figured if I write one story at a time and post it on my blog maybe once a month, I can do that. Maybe one day I'll pull all the stories together and put them in a book but for now I'll just share some stories with you about my childhood. Some of the stories will be happy, some sad and some horrific because that was my childhood. But they will all be real, things that actually happened. If it seems like something that people enjoy reading maybe I'll keep it going. These stories will not be in any kind of order, I'll just write them as they come to me.
Why I didn't have friends spending the night like other kids did.
When I was about 9 years old, one of my neighbor friends wanted to have like a slumber party at my house since I usually spent the night at her house. We asked my mom and she said yes. I had a queen size bed so both of us 9 year olds fit in my bed just fine.
It was the weekend so my parents were drinking and they ended up getting into a huge fight where my dad hit my mom and we heard the entire thing. My poor friend was laying there next to me all wide eyed for hours. Early the next morning we got up because she just wanted to go home as fast as possible. But when we got out to the living room, my parents were completely naked laying on the floor. The living room was completely trashed. Things were broken and all over the floor. My mom's face was all bloody but I knew better than to wake either of them up because they would take their anger out on me if I did.
She tiptoed out the door and ran home. I went back to my room and went back to sleep. When I got up later, the living room was cleaned up and my mom didn't even remember that my friend had been there the night before. She never asked about her and my friend never spoke to me again. I don't blame her. I'm actually surprised that her parents didn't come over to my house raising hell about what had happened but I don't know if she told her parents what had happened or not.
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Your poor friend. And poor you.
ReplyDeleteI hope she was ok afterwards.
DeleteYikes. That's the kind of thing getting really drunk will do, though. People forget important things. They lose control of their emotions. Some people get violent.
ReplyDeleteMost likely your friend did tell her parents about a traumatic experience like that. But her parents might have decided it was enough to tell her not to have any more relationship with your family, rather than coming over to confront your parents who they knew might well be drunk and irrational.
That very well could have been the case.
DeleteHow dreadful for you and you lost a friend through it, too.
ReplyDeleteI knew better than to have anyone else over.
DeleteWow, that's a pretty terrible childhood memory. Sorry it cost you a friend too.
ReplyDeleteI felt bad for her.
DeleteI’m so sorry you lost your friend because of that. I probably would not have told my parents for fear my Dad would go over and confront your parents. And I’d never be allowed to go to a sleepover again!
ReplyDeleteI was surprised they didn't come over.
DeleteOh no I am so sorry you had to experience that
ReplyDeleteThank you. me too.
DeleteDreadful for you both in different ways. What a memory and I'm sorry this was a part of your childhood. I don't know if I would have told my parents if it had been me as the friend. Perhaps the friend avoided you out of shame? Shame of not knowing what to do? Few nine year olds would be able to work it out on their own. But, for you, it had to hurt so much. Alana ramblinwitham.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteIt did, but I felt bad for her for a long time too.
DeleteBreaks my heart for both of your young girl selves. You have a poignant way of writing your story.
ReplyDeleteSleeping over with a couple of my cousins was always fraught with the possibility of a domestic issue exploding. I asked my mom later why she let me go over knowing how violent it could get. She told me that both my horrid uncles at least tried to hold back when someone else was around and my cousins never got to have normal sleepovers so she wanted them to have that and for me to understand what they were going through. My mom went through drunken and drugged parents tearing up the place when she was a kid, too. Reminds me of your story a bit. At least you changed it all for your daughter and your grandson. :)
Oh no, that's terrible. I don't drink hardly at all. I might have a drink every couple of years because I never wanted to end up like they did.
DeleteSo sorry that you and your friend had to experience that.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteI'm so sorry that happened to you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, me too.
DeleteI'm so sorry. What a terrible experience. For both of you. And I'm so sorry it ended the friendship. It would have been nicer of that friend to stick around and help you as they would have then known that you could have used the support.
ReplyDeleteWe were nice years old. She probably never encountered anything like that night or the next morning before. So I don't blame her at all.
DeleteI am so sorry that you and your friend had to experience that.
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
Dang, that had to be pretty darn scary.
ReplyDeleteThat scary.
ReplyDeleteThat's awful, Mary. I would give little girl Mary a hug if I could. No child should have to grow up in such a traumatic way. The fact that you made a good life, raised a lovely daughter and have a grandson in your life shows how strong you really are.
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