Then she'd get up & make herself a drink, pop a vicodin & go back to sleep. She used to wear cheap makeup and perfume-I remember going shopping with her at Piggly Wiggly's one time and she bought some makeup & told me I'd need to buy makeup too one day to be beautiful.Įvery morning she'd sleep in until 11 or noon. Its sad that most of my memories of her are of her asleep on pills. He beat me and my mother a lot after his company closed. It was once one of the 20 largest contractors in southern Alabama & that made him a proud man, He was large and sometimes kind, but he was brutal & violent when he was drunk. My real father owned a contracting company. Other side of the street in a shabby little house that he didn't really take care of. The houses were larger, had nicer lawns, and usually rose bushes and stuff. We lived on the left side of the street where the nicer houses were. My family lived on Magnolia Bend in an area outside of Mobile. But finally after I could no longer deny that he was my light, my love & my deepest passion, I began to call him "Daddy." He became not only the man who took my virginity but the man I called my father. I loved to wear his large t-shirts as if they were dresses while I cooked. I later called him Bill while our relationship was in its budding weeks, the life-filled weeks of love, sex, and making omelets and grits together in his kitchen. The year I turned 16 I began a relationship with a 48 year old man. I added some dialogue to make the story not so boring, but please remember this happened many years ago & I don't remember everything that was actually said so its just approximations. I'm a nurse and I love my life right now and I have 2 beautiful children who mean the world to me. He doesn't know anything about my childhood because my parents both died before I married him. I'm married now and I have kids & I've never told anyone about this before not even my husband. Note: I really am from southern Alabama but I changed all the names of people and places. So I figured I'd just share it with you guys because that's what Reddit's for right? I guess I'll find out haha. I am sharing my story because I want to tell someone. **I have lived with this for a long time. A visit from the political correctness police.This is a place for those that need support.
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