My Life: It May Skip Around a Little (Part 1)

By: Jackie Morrow (View Profile)

They lived in a travel trailer out in the middle of the woods. So my sister and I were trying to sleep in the little bedroom at the back where the bathroom was and they had a couch that turned into a bed in the front. I got up and walked into the front and asked them what that funny smell was and they said it was kind of like a cigarette, did I want to try? I said, I guess, but Daddy would get upset. They said what happened at their house wasn’t Daddy’s business and how would he find out? So I did it and it made me feel weird, and I went to sleep. I was only eight. Well the next night I woke up in middle of the night, and the trailer was shaking, a lot. I got up and ran to my mom because I was scared that a twister was coming. She and my Step-dad had no clothes on and I saw them. They had porn on also. I got embarrassed and went back to bed, but couldn’t sleep. I was so intrigued. I went home the next day and never said a word to anyone. I was excited, told them how much fun it was. And for weeks all I could talk about was my Mom and John and how fun it was there. That they were nice. So then I started begging to live with my mother, I begged and pleaded until my Dad said yes.

I got to move in and things were good ... at least I thought so ... John was nice, and my mother stayed in bed A LOT ... She was always talking about having this thing called “Paranoid Schizophrenia” and she didn’t take her medicine. One day about a month after I moved in with them, my sister came and said she did too … So here was my sister, and I felt that things were complete. I was in school, had just started the fifth grade. My grades were good, and I kept thinking my mother would soon tell me how good I was doing. John was always making wonderful comments on my school work. I was ecstatic. I was finally making someone happy. I had tried my whole life to bring a smile of pride to my Gramma’s face and had never succeeded. My Dad smiled when I acted goofy, but that was it. My grandfather was the only real smile I had ever seen. It was nice to make someone else happy.

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