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day 3 - your parents, in great detail.
my mom. what can i say about my mom. nothing i could say will do her justice. she is the youngest of six girls, although one of the oldest died (she was a premature twin in the 1950s). i was a bit of an "accident" and she got pregnant with me when she was 19. she told me she took a pregnancy test with her friend in the most far away bathroom of rhode island college, and made her friend look. it's safe to say that i changed her life forever. my father (more on him later!) took off to colorado when my mom was seven months pregnant, leaving her a single parent. her aunt introduced her to a man that lived behind her in her trailer park. shortly after i was born, we moved in with him. i thought he was my dad until i was a little bit older, so i called him daddy. to this day i still alternate between calling him daddy/bill depending on the situation. regardless of what i call him, he kind of treated us like crap. one day my mom said she had a surprise for me, that we had to go to grandmas for. when we got there my bed was in my grandmas room and she told me we would be living there. i was so excited! it didn't last long though, and we moved back into the trailer. they got married, and my mom got pregnant with my little sister nicole. we moved to an apartment on the bottom floor of a house, and then moved into one on the top floor. my mom held various jobs, and we went to daycare in a womans house. (side story: while in daycare, there was a girl that just did. not. like me. one day during nap time she took a fiberglass door stop and whacked me in the head with it. and that's where i got my one and only scar from.) when i was seven or eight we moved into our house. my mom wasn't allowed to do a lot of things. she couldn't really go anywhere with her friends because of my stepdad. she did everything she could for us. my stepdad was a pretty huge jerk to me but really nice to my sister, because she was biologically his and i wasn't. my mom still feels terrible to this day for it - she worked first shift, and he worked second, so she had NO idea that it was going on because she was never around when we were with him. finally when i was 10 or 11 my mom made the decision to file for a divorce. i was upset for about 10 minutes because it was all i had ever known but my mom promised it was for the best.
and she was right. leaving him was the best thing my mom ever did. she had met john shortly before the divorce. he was homeless when she met him. he slept in his tow truck and lived out of his trunk. he moved in with us, and was so good to us it's ridiculous. my mom was working at the same hospital i do, as a unit secretary (same job i do too, like mother like daughter. she got me the job!) when she made the decision to go back to school to be a nurse. it wasn't easy for her to work, go to school, and take care of two daughters, but she did it. she was always there when i needed to talk, although sometimes i got yelled at for trying to talk while she did homework. we only fought when i was 15-16 because i wanted to do stupid things and she wouldn't let me. she was always right, lol. she graduated and passed the boards, and has been working at the same hospital ever since. she inspires me to do whatever i want to do, because she did. she didn't care that it was going to be hard, and exhausting, and even seem impossible at times, because she wanted to do it, and that was that. after john died, our neighbor, ray, started coming over more and more to keep her company. she said she was just looking for a companion at the time but she ended up falling in love (and i have no idea why to be honest) and they got married on thanksgiving of 2007. larry and i were the official witnesses, and they got married in the living room with a justice of the peace. ray found out he was sick, and started treatments for it that made him sicker than the illness itself. my mom now works three jobs AND she's going to graduate school to be a registered nurse practitioner. talk about having drive!!! we talk every single day. my mom is an excellent nurse, and she is an excellent mom. my sister is a difficult child and she makes my mom feel like she's a bad mother on a regular basis. i'd like to shake her sometimes. i tell her all the time that if it weren't for her being the mom she is, i would never be where i am now. can you tell i love my mom!?
she's the bestest.
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my dad, on the other hand. he is not the bestest. but that's ok, because i love him too.
as i said before, he left my mom when she was seven months pregnant to go to colorado. he swears up and down that my grandparents "made" him go. bologna. he went out there to go to school. what did he do instead? GOT ANOTHER GIRL PREGNANT. and then what did he do? he left her, seven months pregnant, with a note on the kitchen table. consequently i have a brother that is only a little more than a year younger than me, that lives half way across the country. he didn't really have any interest in seeing me until i was about two years old. then he started taking my mom to court for visitation rights. he hadn't been paying any child support so he had no rights at the time. the judge granted him what he wanted and i started going to see him on the weekends. i remember my grandma being a mean mean mean lady. i don't remember what my dad was like back then, because he was never around. he would pick me up, bring me home (he lived with my grandparents still), and leave to go out with one of his many girlfriends. i would hang out with mean grandma (she wasn't mean all the time, lol), or auntie holly, or uncle troy who i always liked the best (shhh. don't tell anyone! we played with race car tracks, made domino courses, listened to music and jumped on the bed!) sometimes he would take me to drive go-karts (which i hate... they always stall on me!) or ride on bumper boats. occasionally we would go to the movies. i saw 8 mile at the patriot theater with him, hahaha. good choice, dad.
at some point he met a woman named amy. they got married, and had my other younger sister, leian. she was born exactly one month and one day before nicole. i honestly do not remember a lot of the time when they were together. they got divorced at some point, of course. my dad couldn't keep a relationship to save his life. again, my dad started seeing lots of women. he had an african-american girlfriend, monique, at one point. i liked her alot. she lived in an old apartment in providence and used to make me french toast and dance in the kitchen. they didn't last long - none of them ever did. when i was 13 i had had enough. i didn't want to go see him anymore because he was never around. my grandma got more and more evil and i hated her guts. my aunt started to be just like her too. i stopped answering the phone when he called (which was rare). i didn't call to find out when he was picking me up, so he stopped picking me up. i didn't talk to him for four years. he sent me flowers on my 14th birthday, but i didn't get anything the next two years. no one tried to call me. not my grandparents, not my aunts and uncles, not my sister, no one! lots of love!!!
in 2007 i was graduating high school. i got 10 tickets to hand out to various family members. i decided that my dad's side of the family had been ignored long enough, and if they hadn't learned how to be nice by then, they never would. one day i knocked on the door at my grandparents house. no one answered but i heard kids inside so i figured whoever was home had their hands full. i went back to my car and called the house. my aunt answered. i said "it's kristyn"... she said "kristyn who?!" she had no idea it was me. she opened the door for me. my grandma was at a doctors appointment so i waited. when she got home she cried. everyone cried that day. she made my grandfather come home from work for lunch. she didn't tell him i was there. he cried the hardest of them all. lots of pictures were taken. i gave them four graduation tickets and told them if they wanted to come they could, and if not that was okay too. but where was my dad? well, he lived in massachusetts with his new wife. they were going to have a baby. WELL OKAY THEN!!! but my grandma would tell him i came. he did not however come to my graduation. my grandparents did though. they were so happy. i'm glad i made them happy but i was mad my dad didn't come. i can't quite remember how i went about seeing my dad for the first time but at some point i did. i think we may have gotten lunch or something. i'm not sure. my brother brenden was born in november of 2007. there was a brief period of time last year that my dad was considering leaving andrea. he tried to paint a terrible picture of her. but i knew it wasn't true - he just doesn't like to be tied down. LUCKILY they worked through it. i love andrea! he still lives in massachusetts, and works in providence. sometimes we get lunch but i don't see him very often. he doesn't really call that much either but i don't really care - i never have anything to talk about. he's my dad and i'll always love him but he was the "absent parent" so i don't have any real bond with him. i wish they lived closer so i could see my brother grow up though. he is the CUTEST THING EVAR. my dad knows he made mistakes, and i know he loves me, so all is okay.
GOD DAMN THAT IS LONG.
HERE ARE SOME PICTURES:
HEEEEEEEHEEEEEE my mom when she was little :)
myself, my mom, nicole, and ray in california. 2007. i look like a dorkkk.
HAAAAAA.
oooohhh i forgot to mention my mom drag races. BTW.
my dad with a big fish.
my sister leian, brenden, andrea, and my dad.
for what its worth: when i am next to my mom everyone says OMG YOU LOOK LIKE TWINS and when i am next to my dad everyone says OMG YOU LOOK JUST LIKE YOUR DAD. nicole, on the other hand, doesn't look like she's related to me AT ALL!
my mom. what can i say about my mom. nothing i could say will do her justice. she is the youngest of six girls, although one of the oldest died (she was a premature twin in the 1950s). i was a bit of an "accident" and she got pregnant with me when she was 19. she told me she took a pregnancy test with her friend in the most far away bathroom of rhode island college, and made her friend look. it's safe to say that i changed her life forever. my father (more on him later!) took off to colorado when my mom was seven months pregnant, leaving her a single parent. her aunt introduced her to a man that lived behind her in her trailer park. shortly after i was born, we moved in with him. i thought he was my dad until i was a little bit older, so i called him daddy. to this day i still alternate between calling him daddy/bill depending on the situation. regardless of what i call him, he kind of treated us like crap. one day my mom said she had a surprise for me, that we had to go to grandmas for. when we got there my bed was in my grandmas room and she told me we would be living there. i was so excited! it didn't last long though, and we moved back into the trailer. they got married, and my mom got pregnant with my little sister nicole. we moved to an apartment on the bottom floor of a house, and then moved into one on the top floor. my mom held various jobs, and we went to daycare in a womans house. (side story: while in daycare, there was a girl that just did. not. like me. one day during nap time she took a fiberglass door stop and whacked me in the head with it. and that's where i got my one and only scar from.) when i was seven or eight we moved into our house. my mom wasn't allowed to do a lot of things. she couldn't really go anywhere with her friends because of my stepdad. she did everything she could for us. my stepdad was a pretty huge jerk to me but really nice to my sister, because she was biologically his and i wasn't. my mom still feels terrible to this day for it - she worked first shift, and he worked second, so she had NO idea that it was going on because she was never around when we were with him. finally when i was 10 or 11 my mom made the decision to file for a divorce. i was upset for about 10 minutes because it was all i had ever known but my mom promised it was for the best.
and she was right. leaving him was the best thing my mom ever did. she had met john shortly before the divorce. he was homeless when she met him. he slept in his tow truck and lived out of his trunk. he moved in with us, and was so good to us it's ridiculous. my mom was working at the same hospital i do, as a unit secretary (same job i do too, like mother like daughter. she got me the job!) when she made the decision to go back to school to be a nurse. it wasn't easy for her to work, go to school, and take care of two daughters, but she did it. she was always there when i needed to talk, although sometimes i got yelled at for trying to talk while she did homework. we only fought when i was 15-16 because i wanted to do stupid things and she wouldn't let me. she was always right, lol. she graduated and passed the boards, and has been working at the same hospital ever since. she inspires me to do whatever i want to do, because she did. she didn't care that it was going to be hard, and exhausting, and even seem impossible at times, because she wanted to do it, and that was that. after john died, our neighbor, ray, started coming over more and more to keep her company. she said she was just looking for a companion at the time but she ended up falling in love (and i have no idea why to be honest) and they got married on thanksgiving of 2007. larry and i were the official witnesses, and they got married in the living room with a justice of the peace. ray found out he was sick, and started treatments for it that made him sicker than the illness itself. my mom now works three jobs AND she's going to graduate school to be a registered nurse practitioner. talk about having drive!!! we talk every single day. my mom is an excellent nurse, and she is an excellent mom. my sister is a difficult child and she makes my mom feel like she's a bad mother on a regular basis. i'd like to shake her sometimes. i tell her all the time that if it weren't for her being the mom she is, i would never be where i am now. can you tell i love my mom!?
she's the bestest.
...
my dad, on the other hand. he is not the bestest. but that's ok, because i love him too.
as i said before, he left my mom when she was seven months pregnant to go to colorado. he swears up and down that my grandparents "made" him go. bologna. he went out there to go to school. what did he do instead? GOT ANOTHER GIRL PREGNANT. and then what did he do? he left her, seven months pregnant, with a note on the kitchen table. consequently i have a brother that is only a little more than a year younger than me, that lives half way across the country. he didn't really have any interest in seeing me until i was about two years old. then he started taking my mom to court for visitation rights. he hadn't been paying any child support so he had no rights at the time. the judge granted him what he wanted and i started going to see him on the weekends. i remember my grandma being a mean mean mean lady. i don't remember what my dad was like back then, because he was never around. he would pick me up, bring me home (he lived with my grandparents still), and leave to go out with one of his many girlfriends. i would hang out with mean grandma (she wasn't mean all the time, lol), or auntie holly, or uncle troy who i always liked the best (shhh. don't tell anyone! we played with race car tracks, made domino courses, listened to music and jumped on the bed!) sometimes he would take me to drive go-karts (which i hate... they always stall on me!) or ride on bumper boats. occasionally we would go to the movies. i saw 8 mile at the patriot theater with him, hahaha. good choice, dad.
at some point he met a woman named amy. they got married, and had my other younger sister, leian. she was born exactly one month and one day before nicole. i honestly do not remember a lot of the time when they were together. they got divorced at some point, of course. my dad couldn't keep a relationship to save his life. again, my dad started seeing lots of women. he had an african-american girlfriend, monique, at one point. i liked her alot. she lived in an old apartment in providence and used to make me french toast and dance in the kitchen. they didn't last long - none of them ever did. when i was 13 i had had enough. i didn't want to go see him anymore because he was never around. my grandma got more and more evil and i hated her guts. my aunt started to be just like her too. i stopped answering the phone when he called (which was rare). i didn't call to find out when he was picking me up, so he stopped picking me up. i didn't talk to him for four years. he sent me flowers on my 14th birthday, but i didn't get anything the next two years. no one tried to call me. not my grandparents, not my aunts and uncles, not my sister, no one! lots of love!!!
in 2007 i was graduating high school. i got 10 tickets to hand out to various family members. i decided that my dad's side of the family had been ignored long enough, and if they hadn't learned how to be nice by then, they never would. one day i knocked on the door at my grandparents house. no one answered but i heard kids inside so i figured whoever was home had their hands full. i went back to my car and called the house. my aunt answered. i said "it's kristyn"... she said "kristyn who?!" she had no idea it was me. she opened the door for me. my grandma was at a doctors appointment so i waited. when she got home she cried. everyone cried that day. she made my grandfather come home from work for lunch. she didn't tell him i was there. he cried the hardest of them all. lots of pictures were taken. i gave them four graduation tickets and told them if they wanted to come they could, and if not that was okay too. but where was my dad? well, he lived in massachusetts with his new wife. they were going to have a baby. WELL OKAY THEN!!! but my grandma would tell him i came. he did not however come to my graduation. my grandparents did though. they were so happy. i'm glad i made them happy but i was mad my dad didn't come. i can't quite remember how i went about seeing my dad for the first time but at some point i did. i think we may have gotten lunch or something. i'm not sure. my brother brenden was born in november of 2007. there was a brief period of time last year that my dad was considering leaving andrea. he tried to paint a terrible picture of her. but i knew it wasn't true - he just doesn't like to be tied down. LUCKILY they worked through it. i love andrea! he still lives in massachusetts, and works in providence. sometimes we get lunch but i don't see him very often. he doesn't really call that much either but i don't really care - i never have anything to talk about. he's my dad and i'll always love him but he was the "absent parent" so i don't have any real bond with him. i wish they lived closer so i could see my brother grow up though. he is the CUTEST THING EVAR. my dad knows he made mistakes, and i know he loves me, so all is okay.
GOD DAMN THAT IS LONG.
HERE ARE SOME PICTURES:
HEEEEEEEHEEEEEE my mom when she was little :)
myself, my mom, nicole, and ray in california. 2007. i look like a dorkkk.
HAAAAAA.
oooohhh i forgot to mention my mom drag races. BTW.
my dad with a big fish.
my sister leian, brenden, andrea, and my dad.
for what its worth: when i am next to my mom everyone says OMG YOU LOOK LIKE TWINS and when i am next to my dad everyone says OMG YOU LOOK JUST LIKE YOUR DAD. nicole, on the other hand, doesn't look like she's related to me AT ALL!