It was 1953 , here I am being brought into the home of multiple marriages, infidelities, mental illnesses, alcoholism and let’s not forget all of half-brothers and half-sisters that didn’t want to be there but had nowhere else to go. For me the first few years of life seemed very pleasant, but in the shadows lurked the demons which would crush my world and send my life into turmoil.
By the time I was six years old my parents decided to divorce. With the divorce came the loss of home, love and security of which I knew. The walls came tumbling down around me I felt abandoned and afraid. All of my brothers and sisters scattered into the wind, they were sent to live with their other parents or family. My father was in the military and he was being …show more content…
My father finally got my half-sisters grandmother to take care of me. Everyone called her Mamma Lemons she was the matriarch of the family. Mamma Lemons lived in the small town of Cedar Hill, population 20 except on Sundays when everybody came into town for church. After church the population would be around 200 and everyone would gather at Mamma Lemons home. We would have women in the kitchen cooking, women in the front parlor sewing quilts and of course lots of children running through the house and playing in the yard. Mamma Lemons home was a home of unconditional love. Mamma Lemons helped me to turn my life around. She nurtured me with unconditional love and forgiveness. She just had a way about her that made you want to do the right thing. She taught me many things which I still use in my life today and I love so dearly the person she …show more content…
You see my parents were in what I call a love-hate relationship. That is they loved to hate each other. My father was basically always overseas, so when he did come back it was a great love story all over again until he realized that the woman he was in love with was a raging alcoholic and could cut your throat with her tongue. Everything went well for a while because of the fact that my father would only be home maybe six weeks to two months and then he would be transferred somewhere else in the world miles away from my mother. This would leave me alone with my mother the raging alcoholic. Sometimes I would have to take the abuse of having to listen to all of her miserable stories and other times she would just go off and leave me at home to fend for myself for days at a time. As I grew older I found that it was better to stay away from home and stay out as late as I possibly could hoping that by the time I did come home that she would be passed out or gone. Eventually by the age of 17 I decided to leave home and start my own
By the time I was six years old my parents decided to divorce. With the divorce came the loss of home, love and security of which I knew. The walls came tumbling down around me I felt abandoned and afraid. All of my brothers and sisters scattered into the wind, they were sent to live with their other parents or family. My father was in the military and he was being …show more content…
My father finally got my half-sisters grandmother to take care of me. Everyone called her Mamma Lemons she was the matriarch of the family. Mamma Lemons lived in the small town of Cedar Hill, population 20 except on Sundays when everybody came into town for church. After church the population would be around 200 and everyone would gather at Mamma Lemons home. We would have women in the kitchen cooking, women in the front parlor sewing quilts and of course lots of children running through the house and playing in the yard. Mamma Lemons home was a home of unconditional love. Mamma Lemons helped me to turn my life around. She nurtured me with unconditional love and forgiveness. She just had a way about her that made you want to do the right thing. She taught me many things which I still use in my life today and I love so dearly the person she …show more content…
You see my parents were in what I call a love-hate relationship. That is they loved to hate each other. My father was basically always overseas, so when he did come back it was a great love story all over again until he realized that the woman he was in love with was a raging alcoholic and could cut your throat with her tongue. Everything went well for a while because of the fact that my father would only be home maybe six weeks to two months and then he would be transferred somewhere else in the world miles away from my mother. This would leave me alone with my mother the raging alcoholic. Sometimes I would have to take the abuse of having to listen to all of her miserable stories and other times she would just go off and leave me at home to fend for myself for days at a time. As I grew older I found that it was better to stay away from home and stay out as late as I possibly could hoping that by the time I did come home that she would be passed out or gone. Eventually by the age of 17 I decided to leave home and start my own