And Because I Posted Day Two So Late
Day 01 -Introduce yourself
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 -- Your parents
Day 04 - Your music
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your hobbies
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A precious item
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Day 10 - An inspiration
Day 11 - Your siblings
Day 12 - What’s in your bag
Day 13 - Your mode of transportation
Day 14 - Where you live
Day 15 - Something you love about yourself
Day 16 - Your first kiss
Day 17 - Your favorite memory
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday
Day 19 - Something you regret
Day 20 - Your morning routine
Day 21 - Your job and/or schooling
Day 22 - Something that upsets you
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry
Day 25 - Your sleeping habits
Day 26 - Your fears
Day 27 - Your favorite place
Day 28 - Something that you miss
Day 29 - Your favorite foods/drinks
Day 30 - Your aspirations
Day Three -
Oh, joy. >:|
We'll start with my Mom.
Karen Anne Jones was an amazing woman.
She was born in April of 1960, the daughter of two equally amazing people, Darlene and William Jones. Though her parents got divorced at young age, she still grew up to be an exeptionally bright young woman. But, because of her mother's jet-setter lifestyle, she never felt like she got th attention she deserved. So, when she was far too young, she got caught up with boys and sex. By the time she was 14, she was hooking up with college guys. Hell, if I was a guy in the mid 70's, I would want to hook up with this foxy lady.
She got married when she was 16, after she had run away repeatedly. She had her first child when she was 18. I don't know when, but she got divorced eventually. She got married a few more times, and popped out another little girl in the early 80's.
In the late 80's, she met my dad.
Thomas Duane was born in the summer of 1956, to Duane and Bernadine La Turneau. He was the third child born in a six child family. The La Turneau's were your average lower-middle class family. Mr. La Turneau worked for General Motors while Mrs. La Turneau took care of the house and the kids. Typical post-war bull shit.
He graduated from Waterford Mott High school, and then went into the air force in the mid 70's. I hate to admit it, but my dad was a fox, too.
He was stationed in England for a few years, where he got to see lots of fucking amazing bands, like The Stones, The Who, and Led Zeppelin. Bastard.
He got married twice, once in the late 70's and the mid 80's. Both ended in divorce, with no children.
Then he met Karen.
I'm fairly sure they got married after I was born, but I'm not 100 percent sure, and I'm not in a position to go ask.
Things were kinda hunky dory for a while, but it turns out, my dad liked to hit things, especially people. When I was 5, they got divorced. Things were pretty strained for a long time, and me being so small, I had no idea why.
Turns out, both of my parents had problems. Lots of fucking problems.
Mom was an alcoholic, but unbeknownst to her, she had a stomach disease, and her alcohol abuse was slowly killing her. She also had a prescription drug problem, one that was killing her economically, socially, physically, and emotionally.
Dad had a narcotics problem. Other than marijuana, he was also an avid user of crack. He also had a terrible gambling problem.
Things were pretty strained for a long time, until I got taken away from my mom when I was 15 because of her drug problem. Dad, who was being a royal prick at the time, wouldn't take drug tests so I could live with him, so I was placed in state care.
By the time I was 16, my mom had died. Whether of an over dose or heartache, I'll never know.
Dad was still being a royal pain in the ass, so I stayed in state care for another year. After a few years of kicking it without him, I moved back in with him when I went back to Michigan from Arizona. I was with him up until the end of last year.
He's still a pain in my ass. He's still got problems. But he's all I got left.
"Hey, Karen. Did you know that in the future, Sara will say terrible things about us to strangers on the internet?"
"What's the internet?"