When I would look back on the memory I just assumed he was drunk, but now after writing the previous paragraph I'd have to say there is a good chance he was high. They fought a little bit and that is all I remember. The sight of my father with blood all over his face acting weird. I want to say I was terrified but I don't remember feeling that way. I'd like to say it was life changing, but I was 3. Who knows maybe it was that moment I lost my childhood. I never remember being a child. So there you have it. My single memory of my parents being together.
When my parents separated there was a custody battle. That is fucking hilarious to me. Sarcastically and literally, hilarious to me. I chuckle after reading the line. They had a custody battle? How those two could have been fighting over my sister and me is beyond my ability to grasp. I remember someone coming to talk to me at my mom's house (which was her mother's house) about who I wanted to live with. I don't remember the exact conversation, I'm not even entirely sure if the person was a man or woman. I do know this happened however bc this is one memory my father verified when asked. The only specific I have held onto is that I didn't want to answer the question and do you know why? Because I didn't want to hurt their feelings. I was 4 year olds and I was worried about hurting the feelings of clearly incompetent parents. I don't remember what I told the person. I just remember feeling conflicted and concerned.
So my father got custody of my sister and me. Next story, how a 27 year old man got custody of a 4 year old and 2 year old girl. My dad told me this story when I was in my late teens. I couldn't believe he told me. It was heavy information he just told me nonchalantly. I can't remember what we were talking about. Possibly selling used cars, titles, I can't be sure. But he chooses this example to help explain an unrelated story. It went something like this.
When I was trying to get custody of your sister and you I had multiple titles out on my 67 corvette. I asked, why? I needed a lot of money in a short amount of time. I was worried the judge wasn't going to give me custody so I needed to give your mom money so she would sign you girls over.
Had he ran across the room and punched me in the face out of nowhere I would have been less surprised. How much money? That's not important. How much money, dad? If its not important, why can't you just tell me? I don't know, $10,000.00.
Ten thousand fucking dollars. I always wanted to ask my mother, were we each worth 5,000.00? Or was one of us worth 7,000.00 and the other 3,000.00?
When my parents separated there was a custody battle. That is fucking hilarious to me. Sarcastically and literally, hilarious to me. I chuckle after reading the line. They had a custody battle? How those two could have been fighting over my sister and me is beyond my ability to grasp. I remember someone coming to talk to me at my mom's house (which was her mother's house) about who I wanted to live with. I don't remember the exact conversation, I'm not even entirely sure if the person was a man or woman. I do know this happened however bc this is one memory my father verified when asked. The only specific I have held onto is that I didn't want to answer the question and do you know why? Because I didn't want to hurt their feelings. I was 4 year olds and I was worried about hurting the feelings of clearly incompetent parents. I don't remember what I told the person. I just remember feeling conflicted and concerned.
So my father got custody of my sister and me. Next story, how a 27 year old man got custody of a 4 year old and 2 year old girl. My dad told me this story when I was in my late teens. I couldn't believe he told me. It was heavy information he just told me nonchalantly. I can't remember what we were talking about. Possibly selling used cars, titles, I can't be sure. But he chooses this example to help explain an unrelated story. It went something like this.
When I was trying to get custody of your sister and you I had multiple titles out on my 67 corvette. I asked, why? I needed a lot of money in a short amount of time. I was worried the judge wasn't going to give me custody so I needed to give your mom money so she would sign you girls over.
Had he ran across the room and punched me in the face out of nowhere I would have been less surprised. How much money? That's not important. How much money, dad? If its not important, why can't you just tell me? I don't know, $10,000.00.
Ten thousand fucking dollars. I always wanted to ask my mother, were we each worth 5,000.00? Or was one of us worth 7,000.00 and the other 3,000.00?
