when i was 12 my mom met a guy and started dating again after 10 years of being alone with just me and my siblings.... no one in the family knew about him or met him except me and my sister.....
my grandfather was more like my father... my real father left when i was a year old and all i knew was my grandpa... my mom has this story she tells about when she used to do news radio and one of ehr stories was on children of divorced homes... she told a story about a day that we were all at my grandparents house and i was about 5 or 6 at the time and i heard my mom call my grandpa daddy... yes some people think its wierd for a grown woman to call their father daddy but she did... grandpa was her daddy and grandma was her mother. anywho i heard my mom call him daddy and i flipped! i ran to her and smacked her leg and scolded her telling her no mommy he my daddy not yours!!!! and she had to sit me down adn explain it to me....
needless to say i still looked to him as a father.. so when my moms new b/f came into the picture everyone asumed i hated him and acted out because he wasnt my grandpa... that might be true but i felt he was evil and didnt want anything to do with him.... over teh next few years he started roughing up my mom...
i remember one time he was drunk in teh bedroom and my mom tried to com in the room and he slammed teh door on her hand to keep her out.... she tried to get in again cause she had to get dressed to go somewhere and he grabbed her hand, held in to the door frame and slammed teh door shut til you heard it click shut with her hand in it... i call 911, my sister the soccer player kicked the door down and then he dumped bakin soda into my mothers eyes. the police and ambulance come and my mother tells tehm it was a false call and lets them arrest me for making a false 911 call....
after the police coming a few times they realized it wasnt fake calls and arrested him... he jumped bail and moved to kentucky to avoid arrest in ohio... my mom hopeed back and forth to see him...
during the winter my grandparents would go to florida to get away from the cold because of my grandpa's illnesses... we house sitted every year... one night we had mushroom pizza and i always slept in grandpa's bed... that night i woke up unable to breath and ran to bathroom throwing up crying and hyperventalating screaming at my mother that somethign was wrong with my grandpa and she had to call him!!! she insisted everthing was fine and it was the middle of the night she would call in teh morning.... at 11:51pm everything came to a hault.. a huge weight had been lifted off me i could breath again the nasciousa went away and i felt very calm... i turned to my mom and silent tears rolling down my face i told her right then... he's gone.... and curled up in his bed and cried myself to sleep.... the following morning i woke up and entered the kitchen where i found my mother along with several of my aunts and uncles and they turned to me and i collapsed to the floor sobbing he's gone... shortly after i was hospitalized.... everytime i closed my eyes i saw and felt him dying... my grandma hovering over him, the ambulance ride tot he hospital.. everything... it was horrible and my family thought i was nuts. i thought i was nuts....
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