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.