I am taking Monday to share a little tidbit of what makes me, me. My childhood. Not always pretty but mine all the same.
One of my earliest memories of my mother's husband was well before she and my father were divorced. But I am pretty sure they were officially separated at this point. Yeah, they must have been. Anyway, that probably doesn't matter to y'all. I'm just trying to jog my own memory. So Satan (clearly not his actual name but it is who he is,so it shall be the only name he is called by on here) and my mother had an affair. Got caught. Filed for divorce from their significant others. And he bought a condo. She would take me with her sometimes when she went to visit him. I was about 7 - so I was old enough to sort of know who he was but not really very clear on things at that young age. But Satan wouldn't let me come inside. He would let MPU (Maternal Parental Unit....my mother) inside but would block me from entering. He said I had to give him a hug and a kiss before I was allowed to come inside. The combination of me being very stubborn, very very shy, and totally in the know about this man's shadiness meant that I would refuse. I mean, I didn't even know him. And did I mention I was painfully shy at that age? And very sensitive. Mean man did not equal hugs and kisses! So I had to stand outside, in the hot South Florida heat, for hours. Sometimes I would knock and my MPU would come to the door but he would insist I stay there until I hugged and kissed him. She never stood up for me. She never once said that this little seven year old girl should not be standing for hours in direct hot Florida sun as a result of not being keen on kissing a bully. Sometimes it would just get too hot to handle and I would knock and give in. But more often than not, there I stood. For what felt like days. But I'm sure it was more like an hour or two.
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That was so bad!!! Family drama sucks! {I know how you feel} hope you have a great week! = )
You know, "Mean Man" seems kind from what I just read. Unbelievable.
Thanks for sharing Miss Crocodile, what a cretin.
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You are who you are now based on what you have been through. Sometime you have to get it all out to grow and continue on. please write what you need to and use this blog however you see fit!
Oh dear! He sounds horrible.
I'm sorry your mother didn't stand up for you.
That's horrible! What a creep! And what was your mother thinking? She should have stood up for you or not taken you there if she knew he was going to do that. I'm sorry you had to go through that. I have my own evil stepdad stories so I know what you went through.
Thank heaven you could go home to your dad.
After reading this post and your last post I almost started crying. I don't have the guts to really talk about how I grew up with anyone but my family (dad and brothers) but it sounds like we might have a similar situation. Half my lifetime later I am still ironing out my feelings. Not sure if this will be any comfort to you but I try to remember that I can take my experiences and learn to be a better mother and wife than my mother was.
I think it takes a lot of courage to share a story like this. I can't fathom how difficult that must have been.
WOW - thanks for sharing! Satan was a little WEIRD for being so obsessed with your "entrance fee" - but in my opinion, sorry, your mother was just wrong to put you through that and not take care of you!!! Her loyalty should have been with YOU, her SEVEN year old daughter.
I'm so sorry that you went through that!!!
That makes me so sad! How horrible, I am so sorry for the whole situation!
What an awful, awful person (or creature, or whatever he is) that he must be. I can't even fathom why someone would be attracted to a person like that. I'm glad you have your Dad.
oh Honey, that's just horrible.
My parents each are partnered with bad people as well. Luckily, It didn't happen until I was 18. Satan sounds like my Dad's wife.
So sorry you were treated so poorly!!
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