A Blonde Walks into a Bar – (3)
Onto my third post of how I came to be, I was about a year old. My mom and dad had just separated (Land of the Lost post) and my mom was single again. The “girl” continued to visit my dad, from what my mom was hearing, and my mom no longer talked to her friend. She felt like everyone had betrayed her. Living with my grandparents was difficult for her. She was the rebel, after all, and wanted to do her own thing. She was having issues that no one understood and she was a lazy parent. She was more interested in getting revenge than taking care of me. My grandparents would watch me while she went out looking for a job. She wasn’t really looking though because she was too busy spying on my dad and that girl.
She developed a rather unhealthy obsession. The family and the few friends she had started to worry. She would call my dad’s house numerous times and hang up, just to see who answered. My dad’s neighbors and colleagues noticed her parked outside of my dad’s apartment and work. She followed the girl all around town, at least that is what the girl said. The girl was almost 17 at the time and she was spending more and more time with my dad which ultimately fueled my mom’s obsession. She was painted as crazy by my dad and this girl, over an affair that they said never occurred and was all in her head. She was determined to prove that she was right. After a few months, the girl moved in with my dad. My mom almost lost it. Though they still swear that they never had an affair, the story now goes that they became close while the girl helped my dad through the separation from my mom. They claim that they were nothing more than friends, and that it was in fact my mom’s insanity that ended up pushing them together. Whatever the case was, she had moved in with him and they were now presenting as a couple. My mom was spiraling out of control.
In an effort to help my mom through this, her older sister and a friend talked her into going out. They told her that she needed to meet new people and start over. My mom was so obsessed with proving her suspicions that she had never thought about it. Besides, the greatest revenge of all is moving on, isn’t it? They took her to a new bar that was becoming popular to shoot pool. Hence the title of this post – a blonde (my mom), a red-head (my aunt) and a brunette walk into a bar. My aunt claims that my mom was having a horrible evening until she started talking to the bartender. The bartender didn’t have the greatest of reputations but at least she was now having a good time. He was good looking, confident and giving her attention at the time that she needed most. What my mom didn’t know what that he was wanted for questioning in another state for attempted murder and that he was dealing drugs to make the majority of his money, which wasn’t much.
He was a good looking bartender in an increasingly popular bar who payed attention to her and owned a motorcycle. She was smitten and went home with him that night. Nothing was ever the same after that.