Family can be our support system. Or they can be part of the problem. All about the complicated, loving, and difficult relationship with us and the ones who love us.
Trust the night
Going insane is easy, it's the coming back that bites. The floor swirls green and begins to roll, the trees whisper sweetly in bright yellow and gold. They tell of a world as yet untold. You listen with interest, and it’s beautifully sweet. You try to paint it, you can’t. You weep. You must eat the fruits of the earth, but how could you ruin the cycle of rebirth? You'll feel better if you eat, you look dead on your feet. I feel fine, better even, I feel simply divine. Why are the colours leaving the earth?
I stood by the road in shock. We had been trying to stop your dad from drink-driving, but it was too late. He was too far gone for us to stop him from getting in that car. You were determined to follow him, but it's ok, I understand; you were trying to protect your dad. Any caring son would have done that, but I wasn't prepared for the car crash that followed There was a sudden screech off wheel's, followed by a loud crash. I shut my eyes and refused to look, when I opened them again there were police and ambulance services surrounding you. I froze, heartbroken with tears streaming down my face. "How could he do that to his own son?" You would have asked me to forgive him for being an alcoholic, and I'm sorry but I just can't. He destroyed your life, your mum's life and, your ten- year old sisters life, and he left me heartbroken for many long years.
Do you know what the most horrible sound in the world is? It is your mother wailing, waking you at five a.m. Snatches of conversation cutting into your room, hacking into your fogged over brain, and forcing you to pay attention to something that you are not ready for.
“… but we love you very much.”
You never know if something is good or bad unless you have something to compare it with. Because of that, the truth can easily be manipulated by the people who have authority and power. However, truth has a way of coming out, and when it does, it doesn’t save you from the scars that the lies leave behind.
Good morning, I begin to say as sweet and quietly as possible to my daughter Constance. She was just waking up from being in a coma for seven months due to her ivy drug usage and being abused physically and mentally by her past relations with men.
A Change of Scenery
The beach house was the last place I wanted to be. Mom's friend Marcia Grayson had offered over the timeshare residence for a long weekend so that I could "get away from it all." And, of course, Mother dearest had pounced on the opportunity, citing a need for a vacation for herself as well as a reprieve for me after being released from the hospital. I know I probably sounded like an elitist little brat who spat out the distaste of silver spoons feeding me peeled grapes, but after a mental breakdown your priorities ran a bit different. No matter what my psychiatrist might have told you, I probably could have survived with just Netflix and a pint of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream.
September 2018 was the worst time in my life and my world was turned upside down. I would never be the same and it’s not easy to have no regrets about this story I’m about to share.
This is Real Life
INTRODUCTION My story is one that isnt often told, even though the events happen every day around the world. It contains events of child abuse and molestation, drug abuse and death. Some parts may not be for the faint of heart, but more exposure to these kinds of things needs to happen. The childhood that my brothers and I experiences ultimately let to a path that resulted in my younger brothers death as a middle aged adult. Unfortunately, he was steered onto this path at a very early age, and was set up for failure in life, starting as a child.
Being a parent to a transgender child
On April 30, 1993, Betty Lou came into the world. She was a beautiful child and she was the bright light in my life. The older she became, the more exquisite she became in beauty. On a trip to Mexico with the family at about age seven, the photographer who captured the moment on film was so impressed by her beauty that he hung her photographs in his shop window.
Please let me break the curse
I was asked how my relationship with my mother was. My response: “I Love My mother, but...it’s complicated” There was a time where I honestly loathed my mother. She made me livid. Her narcissistic personality and her anger issues made it hard for me to look at her. What’s sad about this situation? People wonder about her mother and the answer is uncanny. She too described her mother as the following:
A Journey Into The Past
A Journey Into The Past Mike stood in the cold, puzzled, confused, and to his dismay, was left alone. Struck by the wind of the past, a gloomy cloud came close, unfolding the memory of a pale orphanage. The orphanage was as dull as a pencil worn out from writing. Mike was young then, just turned ten, and the little one, Stanley, was only five years old. Mike’s eyes were piercing the sky, trying to escape his abandoned memories.
The Sound a Cuckoo makes
Staring at my son is a favourite pastime of mine. Not because he is a particularly pretty boy, his scruffy hair and thin limbs make him look rather farcical. Nor is it because I feel a father’s love for the boy. I’m used to his presence and his habits to the point of familiarity; but I do not feel great affection for him. Even now watching him bend his pinkie and thumb away from his other fingers until they are parallel with his wrist, he’s double jointed which is supposedly fascinating, no warmth bubbles in my chest at his simple smile. Instead I feel a heavy heat pressing against my skull.