My journey from point A to point B going through X.Y,Z

The main purpose of this blog will be my journey of rediscovering myself. Or rather finding the true me.

The Inglorious start

Journey of the unwanted.

Cue my parents. Two lost kids away from home, probably for the first time. She from the orphanage in El Paso TX, He just joining the navy to get away from overbearing family back east.

Setting: San Diego CA. Probably in the proximity of the Navy base. 

For what ever reason, these two got together is was all wrong. She was a uniform chaser and he was convenient uniform du jour. I have no clue if they loved each other or just married out of convenience, they weren't meant to be.  Not long afterwards I came along. Not really wanted or expected but there none the less.

Mother and I were shipped back east to live with his family while he finished his last few months of service. It wasn't exactly a warm welcome. At first we lived over the garage, then eventually a small motor home was parked on the far end of the family lot; with electric and water hook up.

I don't remember much of this time as I was so young. But I do remember vaguely that my 'bed' was a shelf above the stove and the doors were closed. I don't recall a regular bed. I remember rolling out of the shelf once. But I was less than 16 months old so all of this is based on vague memory.  

Then one day mother left and didn't come home. The trailer was no longer filled with the gray haze of cigarette smoke. She still had a thing for uniforms and went to chase them (grandmother's version) Mother's version was the family chased her off. I'm not sure which to believe. 

Not too long after that dad started dating again. (he got over it quick) I got to go along on a few of these (yay :C  ) 

One woman he was rather serious about and who was cheating on her husband with my dad, tried to kill me one night on one of his sleepovers. All I know is I woke up with the pillow over my head and the blankets/sheets were tucked in tight over top of the pillow. We left after I screamed for help.

Then he up and married some other woman... 

THAT'S WHEN HELL STARTED.. This woman was the storybook typical wicked step mother. She was evil personified. I'm lucky to be alive.

TBC....