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As The Time Line Goes!

Well since the last post my cousin Rob and I were talking, and from that conversation, I started to remember a few things I forgot to mention. One thing I wanted to touch on.

So vivid memories can be, and that is the case with these memories, and there are questions. Some questions I expect, I think we all hope to have some normal/typical responses. But what about those questions you ask and people give you the “that shit isn’t normal” response? Well, I have a couple of those questions, followed by events from my childhood I want to share with you all.

When you were a child, did you ever wake up with your parents having sex in the same bed you are waking up on? When was the first time you had sex?

It was around the ages four to five when I was living at Piston Circle (name of the neighborhood) when I woke up in a daze. It was like a lucid dream, I thought I was in a bounce house, jumping around as a kid should. Then, BLAM!!! A hard hit across the head of reality to what a child should not witness. I woke up bouncing, but not jumping up and down as I was in the bounce house, it was me laying belly down being bounced from my parents having sex in the very bed I was resting in.

That isn’t a smile of a child waking up to a nightmare. Here is a kid that is still innocent for the time being. Then a year or so later I remember my parents asking me to stay in the kitchen to watch my little brother Josh, who was still in the high chair at the time.
Keep in mind when I was growing up, my parents didn’t have a lot of money, so we only had one television downstairs in the living room. Not like today where most families have 3+ TVs throughout the house and in every bedroom.

As it goes, my parents more so told me to stay in the kitchen with Josh. Me being a kid, I wanted to know what was going on, so I poked my head around the corner to see my parents watching (to find out late on it was porn) but also seeing my parents having sex. I am sure some of you are thinking, “well it’s only sex,” but as a child, it can be a weird yet exciting thing to see at such an early age.

And now life starts to get the juices flowing…

Take it Back Real Quick

When I first started writing this blog, I wasn’t quite sure how I wanted to approach my audience, what format I wanted to use, and the writing style I was going to use. Nor did I go back through my memory bank and write out a timeline of these events in proper fashion. Most of the time when I was writing, it was late at night, or early morning some would say.

Furthermore, I went through what I have already done, and I am pretty upset at some of the stupid errors I have found in my posts.

I am proud to say, I have thought out how I want to approach this blog. I am no longer half-cocked in my approach, this is my story, my life, and my loved ones. In which case, my loved ones and I deserve much more respect and gratitude for the good and evil, the rights and the wrongs, the ups and downs, and the lies and all the truths.

There are a few moments I am going back to place it in before I go any further. I appreciate you all for taking the time to read my blog. I will ask you all if there is anything that does not make sense, please ask questions, leave comments; lastly, part two will be following close by. Thank you all for your patience and understanding.

Many
Thanks and Blessings,

Death Looks Peaceful, or Does it? Part 1

When I really started to know my aunty, and the torture she when through. To watch someone fight the fight, to say no to giving up time and time again.

Part 1!

After the incident with my dad and Jess (Rachel), things were calm for the most part. Things started to return to normal, well at least what I thought was normal anyways. I can’t recall the exact time and date, but it wasn’t too long after Jess left, Jackie’s family was hit with a blow that would last for a few years.

I mentioned before how the Whitcomb’s weren’t loving, and there was an emotional distance between all of them. It was around the year 1992 – 1993 that Jackie received a phone call from her sister Gayle. This phone call wasn’t like anything I have ever witnessed at this early stage of my life.

I remember Jackie picking up the phone and answering the call like any other phone call, then it took an abrupt turn for the worse. Jackie went into this panic mood that put her in autopilot, and I remember her telling me to grab a coat and to get out to the car. The ride was intense, with Jackie cutting in and out of traffic trying to get to Gayle’s house, about 45 minutes away.

I don’t recall exactly what happened, but I remember us showing up and finding Gayle laying on the floor in agonizing pain. Jackie rushed over to her to help her up, but Gayle couldn’t stand, she couldn’t even move her toes, feet, and legs were all limp. From what I remember of the story given to Jackie from Gayle, was that Gayle was putting laundry away, and when Gayle bent over and started to lift the cloth basket, she lost her balance and fell backward. Gayle hit the metal cross track with such force, she broke her back paralyzing her.  Jackie managed to get Gayle to the hospital, where they spent a couple days.

Later, that week Jackie received another phone call from Gayle, asking her to come over because she needed her too. I didn’t go that trip, but I remember her being gone for a while, maybe 5 or 6 hours. When Jackie arrived back home, she was pissed, swearing all kinds of words disgusted with Gordon.

Gordon of all people, who I really didn’t know anything about other than he owned the DnD’s that my cousin and my aunty worked. Well, Jackie proceeds to tell us what happened, Gordon broke her arm. That bastard broke her arm because she called Jackie and not him when she fell and broke her back.

This is the beginning of getting to know my aunty, Gayle.

Breaking Old News…

I just want to update everyone on a recent conversation I had with my dad (Patrick) over the weekend when he called me on my 33rd. We were chatting about life and events going on in our life’s when he gave me the best present, the best insight and correction I could have only imagined. Patrick informed me that he has been reading my blog, this blog. I must reiterate why I even started this process, which I explained to him in detail, but I am going to elaborate on the critical point of why.       Since, a lot of my memories and witnessing of lies on top of lies, cover-up on top of concealment, and just non-stop sweeping shit under the rug, I feel that since the family/individuals have grown (I can only hope), that they and myself can let the past be the past. I am hoping that with me airing out a lot of information, that maybe the truth will bring this family together. Please everyone, no judgment of anyone for something they have done so long ago.
There we were, talking on the phone catching up when Patrick asks me how I remembered that, and I asked him what? Patrick informed me that he has been reading my entries and he felt he needed to correct something. The confession was amusing, and it went along the lines, “Christopher, her name wasn’t Rachal, her name was Jesse, and furthermore, my dick didn’t owe her money.”  This right here is what I have been asking and hoping for, the truth to come out of someone’s mouth.

Patrick did say he couldn’t remember that exact moment, but he does remember the metro Geo, Jesse/Rachal, and her blowing him. I have to say that makes this a success already….. The next entry will be following shortly….. Thank you to everyone, Please remember to like, share and comment on anything. Share how this might be having an impact on your thought process, your parenting, self-reflection, ect..

Starts as a Seed, Grows to a…….

Throughout my life, there wasn’t much of a connection with my mom’s side of the family, just bits and pieces. The few things I would ever be informed of about anyone was always a half-assed story, which I will explain more about each person as the story is told, just as I found out. Oh, and as the story is told this seedling grows.
During my early years, I would say between the ages of birth to thirteen, I saw my mother’s side of the family rarely enough to remember. Jackie’s father passed away when I was just around three years old, and her mother Rose just terrified me. Rose was just a mean person in general, but I will save that stuff for later.
Jackie’s siblings were her two older brother’s, Frank and Joe, than her older sister Gayle. Frank and Joe didn’t have any kids, well at least that we knew of, but Gayle had two sons, James and Robert. James is the oldest being 12 years older and his brother Robert who was five years older than me. These two will be talked more about throughout the story and so will their mother. May she rest in peace. But that is it for my mother’s side and now onto my dad’s side.
Patrick was the youngest of five siblings, raised by their mother Sharon, who will be referred to by her nickname and the only name I knew her as is Moonie. Patrick has three sisters, Cheri, Gail and Dawn with the other brother Earl. To briefly describe everyone so this story can go on, and I will go more into detail about each person as life/this story goes on so please forgive me.
Cheri had three sons, Grayson, Nick and Alex, then Gail didn’t have kid’s nor, do I think she ever wanted kids plus she is proud to be only interested in women. Dawn had a son Jarrett and Earl never had any since he walked his own line being a homosexual. Then there is Patrick with my brother Josh and Myself. Now that the rundown of the families is there as a reference and the individuals who have played any significant role will be mentioned throughout.
Cliff hanger, stay tuned as this seedling endures some storms as it is growing….