My grandfather Ren is were all the bad things start with my family. My father was the oldest boy of 8 siblings. Since Ren is an outlaw at this point, no longer the missionary, but now thinking he is a Profit. (Years of boxing and obsession over religion and basically taken his mind) He took his family (minus the few not born yet) to Mexico to live help start a polygamy commune. My father's youngest memories are being always barefoot, getting the water from the well every morning and all the thorns. Ren rapped my two oldest aunts often, along with so many other women. My dad once saw him, make a baby play with his d**k. He was real bad people.
But eventually my Grand mother got the balls to take her children and move back up to California. She married and other horrible man. Also Mormon. Incredibly abusive. My father decided he needed to learn Karate very quick. He was the type of kid that never came home and was in trouble all the time. (Like police station knows my Grandma mother) But never for hurting anyone. He had these tow friends, Rick and Bunky, and together they did everything they could to be in trouble and have fun, make some money. They used to steal cars and get them trick up over the border, then sell them.
Unfortunately Ren had also moved back to the states, he wanted his children. But they now had a legal case, and the children were asked to choose. They choose Else, my gran, except for my father. He felt bad and didn't want him to be alone. That is how my dad is. He will never be comfortable, he will never be able to retire. He gives everything to everyone else and lives in a semi truck. Old, sick, and poor.
He still lived in the bay area of California and was still close enough to his mom that he could go back when he needed to. He still got in trouble with Rick and Bunky all he could. Ironically the first time he was ever arrested, his friend that looked like him happened to actually have done it close by, my dad was just watching a movie. But is was also his first time dropping acid. Not Understanding that it takes a while to start, he took THREE tabs of Orange Sunshine. It did kick in until he was in the cell, alone. He watched Bugs Bunny For hours until he was cleared. He said it was his most intense trip he ever had.
This all happened before he was 16.
Then he met Terrie. The love of his life. Well, her parents didn't like him much, so the moved up the bay. He didn't care, he could hitch hike. So he did every day to go see her. So they moved to Minnesota. So my dad hitch hiked there. The parents gave up, sort of. They had their first boy, my oldest brother, when my dad was 17, and they also had a girl, who was born in a coma and lives now with Diabetes, which will kill her soon. To support them my dad joined the army, thinking we would be drafted soon anyway. They moved to Louisiana for the US of A Because of a misunderstanding Terrie kicked my dad out and remarried. As far as I have heard he was a good man that took good care of my brother and sister before he passed. My dad did not see or hear from Terrie or his children until 5 years ago. He is now good friends with Terrie again. Until she got on her feet he paid for her rent and medical bills for his son, who I still have not met, but he is more my brother then the other three that come up later. My sister still wont meet my dad. He is always trying to make her more comfortable through Terrie. Buying her things to make her last years more comfortable.
He lived as a vagabond, and I am going to say he needs a theme song, so here it is.
He found him self in Colter Bay Village in the Grand Tetons. He because a chef at a lodge. Then, with a friend of his, opened up a hippie restaurant in Madison, WN. Between 1980 and 1992 he was sort of a vagabond, doing everything from cooking up drugs to construction to working for the EPA and being a seismographer. He is a Jack of all Trades sort. He also developed a Cocaine addiction that would hide in the background of my whole life.
My mom was also born in California, but grew up on Bear Lake, Idaho side. She said her graduating class had 20 people. Small stuff. Everyone knew everyone. As a good Mormon girl from a good Mormon family she would marry the return missionary of a family that was life long family friends. She didn't want to have the shame of being an "old maid". He was not a very good man, they divorced pretty soon. She married his older Brother, a man I consider almost as close as a father. A man that loves me and would do anything for me. Also the most depressing man I have ever met.
My dad didn't know my mom was married when the met at my dad's cousin's house in Salt Lake. He didn't know she was youth society president and the church. He also didn't know she had three boys. But when he learned he asked her to go back the her husband. But then I came along, and my dad was not living the rest of his life pinning for an other child he lost. He has always been very passionately my father.
Having a lot of cousins he was close to in Salt Lake he had been here a lot. This time he had moved his mother, again divorced, to live near her sisters. This cousin is a hair dresser, and she had shop in the basement. She was my mother friend and hairstylist. And that is how they met.
They got married and my grand father (mom's dad) gave them a house, and my father worked so hard to make the most beautiful home. Along with how god like my mom is at decorating, they did. My first memories are them, happy, painting the living room. My dad's bird running round their feet.
But my dad was not okay with my mom leaving her sons. At all. He finished the basement into a two in a half bedroom apartment and had my mother's ex and my brother move in.
Growing up on Adams street was a dream. We had a half acre or incredibly kept gardens. All from my mom. For not having a job, she is the hardest working person I have ever known. But it turns out that she was, still is, incredibly depressed person with bad anxiety, OCD, and a drinking problem. She treated to kill me as a baby for drawing on the sofa. My dad had her institutionalized. But not for very long. Then she was back with us.
My dad worked about two or three hours away with an environmental crew. He was gone quite a lot. But he came home most nights and was a great dad. My mom took the opportunity to cheat on him all the time. Often with her first husband.
They divorced when I was four or five. It was a long ordeal. When the would fight my dad would take me out the car and turn on the music so i couldn't hear. He never wanted me to hate my mom. But I did for a long time. I feel really bad for that now. I love her to death, but I don't think she will ever really know that.
Because they both had a past they didn't go though any legal loops to fight for me. Because I would have been put in foster care instead. So they decided my mom would have me for school, and my dad would have me in the summer.
I lived with my mom and her new bow after a short stint of living with my uncle (dad's brother) while they were both getting on their feet. Funny, all this moving and we only ever got seven blocks away. My uncle's right in the middle. Len, my step dad is a good man. But it took me a long time to understand that. We lived in even a bigger, more beautiful house that my mother quickly took from the 80s and made it amazing. It was like living in a small castle in a magical world. I wont have children until I can give them the same.
My dad because an truck driver, still is. And I wouldn't see him a lot during the school year. But I was very attached to him, and I was scared a bit of my mother. She was great sober. But she was never sober. All the same we had great times. We went camping a lot. Canoeing, lots of out doors stuff. My step uncle lived next door. He is a gay artist that lived in the creepiest house ever. I loves it. I was there all the time. There was also this old woman, Karo, grandmother of a friend. She was dying. Cancer. But when my mom got bad that is were I would go. She never lied to me. My mom and step dad went on a road trip once and left me with her. They got in a bad fight, and both got arrested so I had to stay there for a really long time. She told me everything. I love that woman. I miss her with all my heart.
My neighbors across the street were actually my brothers old friends, and I sort of adopted them. Alex was a lot older then me, but I was like his best friend. He was a great brother to grow up with and I really need to get in contact with him again. With him and all the other neighborhood kids, along with my great friends from school would always play night games and hide and go seek tag, teams, extreme. And then there was my beast friend, Kylee. Her life was ******** up to. We met in third grade and were sewn together, camping all the time, playing with a very huge collection of Polly Fashions, and discovering Anime. Years of anime make pretend probably messed with both our heads.
Every summer I was with my dad in the truck , traveling the lower 48. Stopping to look at everything. Listening to music and books at full blast. Over the summer before 8th grade I told my dad I didn't want to go home. So we left to New Jersey to live with that same uncle from before who was struggling to sell a house. He still has not sold it. When he does, maybe my dad can rest a little. So we lived with him and his family. His wife was a cold woman. The four years I was there she never said I love you to her children, so I took that part as much as a I could for my little nephews.
I was already Wiccan at this point. My father was and we were part of a large community of pagans in South Jersey. But I learned really fast that people my age did not understand. That year at school almost killed me. If I didn't make a really important friend there, I would have killed myself. Not that living with that b***h of an aunt was not bad enough, I never saw my dad often because he worked in New York with a environmental clean up crew (first on site on 9/11 thanks to my uncle who also worked there) But also the people I went to school with were horrible. They always called me witch. Would through rocks at me in class. They really tried to make me feel like an outsider. I learned that being a great student would get you the protection of the teachers. By the end of the year every teacher came to me telling my how strong I was getting though that year, and that high school would be better. At the graduation ceremony I was called up for 22 awards, attendance, art, grades, sportsmanship. I got ever one, but a few my friend got. It was like a big ******** you from the teachers to the shitty student body.
High school was better. Most of those kids went there, but we were not in many of the same classes, and it was time for them to grow up. A few of the worst of them still threw rocks everyday during PE. I was able to get back in theatre, with I only did not have the year before because the school didn't have it. But before had been in theatre classes my whole life. I did choir to. I, along with that good friend, started an anime club which produced some great friends and an two year boyfriend.
We moved out of my uncle's house because of the b***h he married (now divorced) and moved in with my friend's family. They had a big worn down house and lots of the worst little children ever. Her step dad seemed abusive and her mom was always on something. My friend basically had to take care of her four younger siblings by her self, and in my opinion in a hero among sheep. We lived there for almost year, but we left because of cheese. Yup. I didn't give cheese to a brat. That makes me a slut apparently (the second oldest daughter, younger then me was prego by the way, and I have not even had sex yet even though two year boyfriend. I deiced I was to young and he never pushed. The perfect gent)
My dad had also lost his job because of a drug test (by the way they are begging for him to come back now, but who wants to live in Jew jersey? for real?) I thought it was just weed, I wouldn't know for some time yet that my dad was addicted to Cocaine. (also why he wont go back, everyone he knew either sold it or did it and he doesn't want to start again) So we moved again. This time to Mesa ******** Arizona. In the middle of the school year and out of no were. The night before I left I was eating dinner at my boyfriends house. His crazy strict parents asked me to stay with them so I could finish school. But I couldn't leave my dad. So I left.
I was 16 finishing up a half year of high school with brand new s**t I had to learn. Was not great. My GPA dropped from 4.2 to 3.6. That, and not having my friends, and living with my Mormon aunt and her family while my dad lived with my other aunt that would let him be human. I was addicted to Monster at this point and along with my stress, that was really bad for my heart. I made friends in the theatre department and the anime club, which all had lay crushes on me. I felt sort of worshiped. They wanted my to be president the next year, but I took money person. The year ended and I was actually excited to go back the next year and be part of this tight friend group. Over that summer my dad and I met a family that took in a bunch of runaways and the sort. They were pagan and we did a lot of crafts with them and played a lot of DnD.
There was this on guy, 20 something years old. He was hot and I liked to talk to him .We started sneaking out to hung out. My dad did not like him. He said we had a green aura. When my dad found out (which was fast, I have never even lied to him, it is not worth it. He knows) We packed up the trecel and drove back up to SLC. He left me with an other aunt in Idaho for a few months until he got us a place to stay. Which was his new girlfriends house. That didn't last long and we got our own place. Finally.
For theatre the nest two years of high school was awesome. I had a teacher that I inspire to be like. I dated a lot. A dated a lot of my friends. lol. The other student in my theatre were asses. But It was nothing like the abuse from Jersey and I loved acting so I just did my best. Now that i was stable in school my grades went back up.
When I was 17 I lost my virginity to a douchebag. He would always be down on me about sex. I still have issues I am trying to get over because of it. Also had an awkward foursome with a sexy guy I liked before and his girlfriend. Glad that experience is out of the way. I also started smoking weed again. (I smoked as a kid living with my mom)
I made my friends through Magic that Gathering. In fact it got me and the man I am with now together. Apparently his best friend, and good friend of mine had wanted to hook us up, but my love was in France for a year, the next year he went to a different school then us but he always came by for MtG club. I fell in love with him so fast. We spent a lot of time bonding at out friends house playing Guitar Hero for outs on end day after day. One of these nights we just sort of hooked up.
My dad was a truck driver again and he thought it was good idea for me to live with my boyfriend and his mother. And she is a great woman that has taken me as her daughter ever since.
We have lived together for five years now with our two cats. The first time we moved out we got a place with my brother who had just gotten off his mission for the church of Mormon. We tried that for a while, but my brother had bad depression and was hard to live with. We are on our forth apartment alone together. One in Albuquerque, NM because his mother promised us free rent. (nope)
So now we are back in SLC. I am trying to go back to school (had to quit collage after my first year for work) And that is it I guess. Sorry for the length.
