I got word that my dad cried the entire day after I left. I had broken his heart. I hated myself for that. I was so mixed with regret for leaving my dad’s, but the pain and hurt I felt from him kept me away. At times I longed to be back with him but again, the pain and fear always won.
When I got to my mom’s she had moved to an older home that she was purchasing through A Government Assistance Program. It had a living room, kitchen, 4 bedrooms, and 1 bathroom. The washer and dryer were in our kitchen. I would be living with my mom and 5 sisters.
All the promises my mother had made about me coming changed the second I crept in the door of her home. There were no boys begging to treat me admirable or take me out and have fun in a wonderful way. …show more content…
This wouldn’t have been a huge problem except that I liked to lay out on our trampoline in the backyard and get a tan. That is not too abnormal for girls in the 80’s, in fact we would lather baby oil all over us and wear black swimsuits to attract even more sun. My problem was I would leave my house in my suit and only my suit, no shoes or anything and no cover up and drive to pick up or drop off my sisters at the places they were at. At times I was out of gas, needing a push start or with the car broke down, which back then almost anyone could get an engine running again when it was just a starter or battery issue. We had an awful carburetor as well. Anyway, it is no wonder today as I review back why I attracted boys. I would stand by my car in my suit with the hood up. What teenage boy wouldn’t stop to help, and most times I gave my number out and thanked them. I wish my mom would have told me to cover up when I was going out in …show more content…
To get food my mom would send us at nights in our car behind grocery stores. They put out all their expired or close to expired items behind there, before sending it to the dumpsters. My sisters and I were assigned this daunting task. We would wait and watch for when it was all closed up and be dark and people were headed home. Then we would drive slowly back to where the semi’s load and unload and where the dumpsters were. Luckily I was the driver on most occasions so I didn’t have to get out and get the food. I only remember one time someone from the store seeing us. It was horribly humiliating and awkward. When he saw us he just stopped and stared, probably because we stopped and stared too. What were we to do?? Our mother told us to come find the food. He was pleasurable. He had a big white apron on. I almost wonder if he was a butcher or a produce man or something. I apologized over and over. I had gotten out of the car to rescue my sweet sisters. The man just said “hold on” and departed back inside. I wanted to jet out of there as fast as I could but I knew we had been caught. Everyone knew who we were. We most likely had the only two door 1970 Datsun in town and it was this ugly kelly green color. It didn’t even start on its own. We all had to get out and push it to get it to start so it wasn’t like we could escape our embarrassment at the moment and leave.. Soon the man
When I got to my mom’s she had moved to an older home that she was purchasing through A Government Assistance Program. It had a living room, kitchen, 4 bedrooms, and 1 bathroom. The washer and dryer were in our kitchen. I would be living with my mom and 5 sisters.
All the promises my mother had made about me coming changed the second I crept in the door of her home. There were no boys begging to treat me admirable or take me out and have fun in a wonderful way. …show more content…
This wouldn’t have been a huge problem except that I liked to lay out on our trampoline in the backyard and get a tan. That is not too abnormal for girls in the 80’s, in fact we would lather baby oil all over us and wear black swimsuits to attract even more sun. My problem was I would leave my house in my suit and only my suit, no shoes or anything and no cover up and drive to pick up or drop off my sisters at the places they were at. At times I was out of gas, needing a push start or with the car broke down, which back then almost anyone could get an engine running again when it was just a starter or battery issue. We had an awful carburetor as well. Anyway, it is no wonder today as I review back why I attracted boys. I would stand by my car in my suit with the hood up. What teenage boy wouldn’t stop to help, and most times I gave my number out and thanked them. I wish my mom would have told me to cover up when I was going out in …show more content…
To get food my mom would send us at nights in our car behind grocery stores. They put out all their expired or close to expired items behind there, before sending it to the dumpsters. My sisters and I were assigned this daunting task. We would wait and watch for when it was all closed up and be dark and people were headed home. Then we would drive slowly back to where the semi’s load and unload and where the dumpsters were. Luckily I was the driver on most occasions so I didn’t have to get out and get the food. I only remember one time someone from the store seeing us. It was horribly humiliating and awkward. When he saw us he just stopped and stared, probably because we stopped and stared too. What were we to do?? Our mother told us to come find the food. He was pleasurable. He had a big white apron on. I almost wonder if he was a butcher or a produce man or something. I apologized over and over. I had gotten out of the car to rescue my sweet sisters. The man just said “hold on” and departed back inside. I wanted to jet out of there as fast as I could but I knew we had been caught. Everyone knew who we were. We most likely had the only two door 1970 Datsun in town and it was this ugly kelly green color. It didn’t even start on its own. We all had to get out and push it to get it to start so it wasn’t like we could escape our embarrassment at the moment and leave.. Soon the man