Land of the Lost(2)
Today I’d thought I’d continue my journey through life. I left off with the events that had led me to be born in the first place. I use to comically refer to the time of my birth as the land of the lost. My kids have always joked the I was born at a time when dinosaurs roamed the earth. This joke started when my oldest was about 5 and they still refer to the dinosaurs every now and then. I’m sure some parents out there can relate. No? Well then I guess I’ll have to have a serious talk with these damn kids of mine!
So I was born. Nothing truly exciting about the event really, other than I was the first born grandchild on my mom’s side of the family. My maternal grandparents weren’t too thrilled with the fact that my mom had been dating an older man. All in all, he was stable and had a great career. My mom was the trouble child, the rebel in the family that gave them the most grief and the one that the entire family always gossiped about. She never finished high school and everyone expected she would be in some sort of trouble sooner or later. The fact that she was the first to settle down, get married and start a family was a shocker to everyone. Who were they to complain about my dad’s age? They hoped that since my dad was older he would be able to keep her grounded. Not so much….
Everything seemed alright after I was born. Life went back to normal and my mom seemed to be happy. My mom was getting loads of attention as a new mom but slowly all the attention started to disappear. My dad was working all the time and dabbling in his hobbies so he wasn’t home as much as she assumed he would be. She was spending a lot of time alone and my dad started to notice her behavior changing. He would come home to find me crying in my crib, for god knows how long, while she sat blank faced at the dining room table with a half smoked packed of cigarettes. Sometimes she would be locked in the bedroom while I screamed from the living room. He got to a point where he wasn’t sure if she was even feeding me half the time because he could tell she wasn’t bathing or changing me. She started whispering to herself again and would stare of into nothing. I was 5 months old.
My dad contacted that friend she had made, the older woman, while she had been working and was able to get my mom her job back. The friend even offered her teenage daughter as a babysitter. So back to work my as mom went. The woman’s daughter was 15 and doing excellent job with me, and even pitched in with the housework. But my mom started to notice some things that were make her uneasy. My dad was coming home from work earlier than usual and the girl would still be there. It was common for my mom to come home and discover them just “hanging out” on the couch listening to music or watching TV. The girl seemed to be obsessing over my dad, however, my dad claimed to have not noticed this. My mom began to think that maybe it was all in her head, and even felt guilty for thinking poorly of them. My mom decided that maybe she needed a little vacation and took my dad’s parents up on the offer to fly her back east. My dad couldn’t go because he couldn’t get the time off of work. This trip became the turning point in their marriage.
My mom was gone for just under a week and returned home. They lived in an apartment complex where, unfortunately for my dad, everyone notices everything. Mom ran into a neighbor while checking the mail and bragged about her trip but the neighbor seemed confused. The woman explained that she had no clue that my mom had been gone all week because she had seen the babysitter there every day.
My mom couldn’t breathe. She felt like she was in a fog. She knew something seemed weird and she was pissed that she had been made to look like a fool to everyone. She was humiliated. She waited on the couch for my dad to come home and as he walked through the door, shit started to fly. Literally, she picked up anything she could get her hands on and threw it as hard as she could at his head. She yelled and screamed and cried like a crazy woman but none of that seemed to matter.
The actual events of how they parted are fuzzy. I know there was confrontation but do not know the details. My mom moved in with her parents and brought me a long for the ride. My dad stayed in his apartment and didn’t seem to mind the neighbors thinking he was an ass. Even though we all know what happened during that week, my dad denies ever having an affair and the girl (who becomes a rather interesting part of my life’s journey) denies the affair as well. They claim they were just friends and it was my mom’s own mental issues that interpreted the story I just told you.
They have a completely different recollections of that time period. A friendship that was misinterpreted by only my mom, a trip my mom took spur of the moment leaving my father behind, a discussion with a neighbor that was only in her head and never actually occurred, a filthy house that appeared to have been ransacked when my dad returned home from work that day, and a filthy baby that had not been bathed or fed all day, and a visit from the police who had to subdue her because she was so incredibly hostile.
Which story is the right one? If she was so incredibly disillusioned, why did he let her take me with her? I would have had a better shot in the land of the lost.
Till next time………………….