It was the summer of 1993, and my parents were back together, mom moved into the apartment. The first thing was to get on me about the stickers I placed on her face in every single picture in the apartment, then unleashed on my dad for allowing it.
Within seconds my dad lashed back for the first time and put her in her place and gladly pointed at the door. Jackie’s bark ended abruptly and the day moved onwards to some family function, I don’t remember exactly what it was for, but it was my dad’s side of the family.
Everyone acted like everything was normal like Rose never walked out on my dad. Aunts, uncle, grandmother, cousins, and friends smiled and hugged her like absolutely nothing happened. I was confused about what was going on with everyone and wondering if they were okay. I witnessed being “fake” in a way that would leave a lasting impression on how I would look at these people for the rest of my life.
After a few weeks of my mother being back, I noticed how she was more involved in everything around the house. It was noticeably uncomfortable, and I was correct in my assumption. I remember sitting at the kitchen table with my brother, mother, and dad and they bring up for discussion about maybe moving another person in the apartment, and if that were the case, they would be putting a twin bed in our room.
My brother and I had bunk beds, but to move another person in this two bedroom, two baths was ridiculous. What can two kids say to their parents? To answer that question, it’s nothing, not a damn word would make a difference, so we nodded in agreeance.
Two days later this familiar face walks through the front door, it’s Rachel from that guy Dave’s house. She walks in with my mom laughing and giggling like little school girls. I recall Rachel looking right at me with a smile, all I could do was shake my head in disapproval. I looked back at my dad, “really, are you serious.” All he could do was just smile and laugh under his breath.
Throughout my entire childhood and onward, I can recall spending every other weekend at my grandmother’s house. That great woman was Sharon Gray, but all the grandkids called her Moonie. I will tell more about her, and the impact she had/has on my life till this very day, but for now, I will keep in sequence and on topic.
Whereabout was I… Oh yea, so this one weekend during summer break a few friends, and I went on a bike ride. It was to the very same shopping center I mentioned back in the first post, the Ames shopping center.
One of the entrances to the shopping center was on the back side of the stores and wrapped around but along the back was a parking area that wasn’t used to much. The only time parking was used there was during the Hannamore sport fields were being used during any season.
I am going to take a guess on around what time it was when I actually was in that parking lot, but I know it was after 6pm because I knew my parents work schedule.
Furthermore, I knew because of who I have seen in that parking lot and to make sure I rode up a little closer. Then a little closer, slowly drifting up to the car and to mention back then my parents owned a GEO Metro. For those that don’t remember or even know what it looks like, well just imagine a bathtub flipped upside down with wheels (if I can find a picture of that model, I will pass it). So I finally got to the driver’s side window and stopped. It was one of those things you happen to see that leaves an lasting impression and scared for life.
It was my dad, lying back with one hand behind his head and the other on top of Rachel’s head. It was a solid minute or two before he opened his eyes to see me just standing there, in complete shock but at the same time I was like, ” hell yea dad.” Trust when I say that chick was sucking his **** like she owed it money. Let me just say this one thing about it, I understood why he was doing this, and I wasn’t mad or harnessed any ill feelings towards him. When he noticed me standing there, the look in his eyes definitely matched mine but with a calmness and I can only imagine he didn’t want to startle her and then what, she bites his **** off.
That would have been funny but that wasn’t the case, the matter at hand was how my dad was going to respond to this. As he was putting down the window and she was wiping the spit off her lips, I was like “dad I understand, and you don’t have to worry about a thing from me.” Of course he didn’t think that was the case, but I told him not to freak out and to just let her get back to work on that and that I would see him at home tomorrow.
His and my calmness was shocking for Rachel and to my satisfaction, I rode off into the sunset… Sike, I had to ride back east so into the darkness… That is just as corny, but I like it…
I was like WOOOOOHHHH.. Stay tuned people, the events are going to get pretty intense, but for me to tell the rest, I have to take the next post and explain who’s who.
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