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These are some of the more blocked out years. I don't remember the first time my dad left, but I do remember the last. Dad was frequently in and out of our lives, and though no one said it, something about this felt more permanent. I was sitting on the floor at the end of the bed. I think I was crying. Just as quickly as he had came, he had left again. He left a void in not only his wives heart, but his three young daughters as well. I remember waking up every day and going to school and hoping that I'd hear an announcement over the intercom that someone was there to pick me up early. I just wanted to see my dad. One day, that wish came true.
It was my 7th birthday. We were learning how to count change on one of those old school projectors with the transparent lesson plans. I walked down to the office and sure as shit, there was my dad. I was so excited to see him I don't think I even questioned him when he grabbed both me and my older sister Elle and drove us 4 and a half hours all the way to Seattle. He didn't even call my mother to tell her anything until around 9pm that night. He just, up and kidnapped her children in the middle of the day. I cannot even imagine the horror when she came home to an empty house after work. I didn't see my mother again for 23 days. December 27th, 2006. I'm not sure how I managed to remember the date. I just know it was after Christmas and I finally got my Christmas and birthday presets from her. I think we only stayed a night before my dad took off with us again. At this point, the divorce was in full swing. Over the period of time we spent in eastern Oregon, my dad had many affairs. One that stood out the most was with a woman named Emily. She worked at the hotel with my mom and dad. Her children went to school with us. She was married too. She tried to use my moms own children against her. Elle and I didn't know any better. We were 7 and 10. To us she was just my dads friend who was nice to us. Somehow, this isn't even the worst of it.
When he left to Seattle, it was to seek out a woman my mother had discovered on the internet. A sibling of my dad he wasn't aware of. See, my grandmother took my dad away from his father at a relatively young age. There was no contact. The man was abusive. My grandfather, of whom I have never met, had more children. One of them being Laney. When my father learned of her existence, he knew he had to meet her. What was meant to be a family reunion turned out to be way more. It shattered a family. He went on to have an affair with his own sister. And that's when my mother had finally had enough.
He stole us. On my 7th birthday. To meet a woman he was committing disgusting acts of incest with. Exposing us to this revolting criminal act when again, we were too young to understand how this was wrong. Exposing us to yet another emotionally unstable adult. One who threw plates at mine and my siblings head, as well as our dads. Who introduces us to disordered eating at the ages of 7, 10, and 15. I think we only lived with her about 3 months. It's honestly hard to say. Elle will claim longer. Tandy wont talk about it at all. As far as I'm concerned, any amount of time living with not one, but two abusive monsters, was entirely too long. It's been 15 years, and I can say without a doubt, I no longer remember her face. Dad's lawyer made a mistake, or so I'm told, which caused my dad to finally relinquish custody back to my mother. I was so happy to see her again. We still had to visit Laney and my dad from time to time. But I was finally home with mom.
Most my memories from living with just mom surround watching shows like Charmed and Xena with her. Going to school. Waking up to Sabrina The Teenaged Witch every morning. Playing at the park up the street from our house. Ultimately, from the age of 6, it was all downhill.
~Onyx~
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