You know those movies that start at the beginning and then flash forward to the future and then zoom back to the present? I feel like this blog is going to be like that. There are times that I have these flashes of memory that often happen when I am stressed or overly tired. It’s usually a memory that I have desperately tried NOT to remember and it eats at me until I acknowledge that it actually happened. My life is a virtual fucking soap opera. So much dysfunction…..so much.
When I was little we lived with my paternal grandmother. My parents were teenagers when I was conceived. To hear my mom tell it, she did not want to marry my dad but did so because my maternal grandmother “made her.” My question is “Did she make you stay married to an abusive drug addict asshole that belittled you, beat you, cheated on you and made your life and your children’s lives a living hell??” Fifty two years later and they are still married. He’s still and asshole that is no longer a drug addict or abusive but treats my mother like a servant.
When The Little Brown Girl Unpacked 