||[Nov. 29th, 2008|11:54 pm]
My mom and dad split up when I was 3.
I've always had family that has loved me, but I always wanted a mom, dad, kid family, whether I realized it or not.
I bounced around living with my mom and then my dad, each for a couple days.
When I was 6 I was spending the weekends with my dad at his apartment, he was doing well, he had a job and I don't recall him drinking a lot. I do remember throwing up after eating dominos pizza and being sick on this gross plaid couch, and the old nice landlord, George. That's when my dad met my future step-mom, megan. I don't think I was too happy about their relationship, but I can't quite remember.
A while later my dad moved in with megan, into a house that happened to be one house up from where my nana lived.
Megan is awesome. At 8 my little sister was born. and at that point I had my family, My step-mom, dad, and little sister and I was living there every other week, through out elementary school. i don't remember much of my mom during this time in my life, despite spending the same amount of time with her that I did with my dad. I do remember the fights between my mom and megan and my dad.
I remember my fat little baby sister.
My dad stopped drinking for two years. At this point my dad wasn't talking to my nana, and they hadn't talked ina while and I can't quite remember why, but I remember that my nana was very proud of my dad for not drinking. one day she was standing in the dining room looking out of the front window and she saw him coming back from the store, she saw the bag in his hand and assumed it was a beer but then she saw it was pop.
I remember my dad trying to hope the picket fence and getting a picket stuck in the back of his leg.
One day my dad and I were driving home and he had started drinking again and he crashed the car, we got home and megan made him some coffee and I took it to him while he was in the shower and he pour it down the drain. Some time after that point Megan kicked him out of the house.
I remember that I didn't want it to be so complicated, I wanted Megan to be my mom and I didn't want to changed where I lived every week.
Megan and my dad got a divorce, he moved out into a studio apartment and I'm not sure how often I saw Megan and my sister, Esme. He got a cat and I always had to do the dishes but he bought me computer games and I got free reign of the computer.
When I was 12 Megan sold her house, packed up her stuff and my little sister and moved 8 hours away to Bellingham.
I don't get to see my sister as often as I want to, my step-mom is amazing and I wish I could have my family back together.
My sister and I used to cry when I would leave Bellingham on the train to come back to Portland, but now we don't, and I'm glad because that hurt.
She is the most amazing kid.