Where did I leave off, oh yeah the US Marschall story. So that was in 10 th grade and my mom and her boyfriend were more absent than ever. My brother and I were having parties at our house all the time because they didn't care. Girls would come and go at our house at all hours of the day and night. Thank goodness neither one of us got anyone pregnant or caught any weird diseases. At some point around this time my moms boyfriend began an affair with another woman. Mom and boyfriend were constantly fighting and breaking things in the house. My mom would stay up all night drinking and wait for the boyfriend to be asleep then burn him with cigarettes. It was hell for that summer. Brother and I stayed away from the house as much as possible. School started back up and I was the one getting us up and dressed and off to school everyday.

My brother had started drinking a lot and hanging out with a pretty bad crowd . We were starting to drift apart a little at the time because I had a steady girl and kept busy with football and track practice. He wasn't as athletic as I was even though he stuck with football for a few years. Then everything came to a head. It was November 1993, my mom had followed her boyfriend to OW house and waited until he left and waited still until she left. Mom followed her and tried to run her off the road. They stopped in a convenience store parking lot where my mom got out of the car to confront OW. They were both drunk and wound up. As my mom came around the car and walked toward Skankerellea she pulls a gun and shoots mom in the chest. All of this happened in the middle of the night and we didn't know until the next afternoon. Me and my brother got up and went to school as usual.

I was sitting in English class when a school cop came in and told me to meet him and the principal in the office. I went down to talk to them and they told me what had happened, or at least what they knew. I was obviously upset and went to get my brother so we could go to the hospital to see what was going on. The principal said something along the lines of, you can't leave school and what can you do for her at the hospital. I lost my mind. The school cop was blocking the door and I ended up pushing the cop out of my way and got my brother out of class and we left to go to the hospital.

Mom had a bullet lodged close to her spine and a punctured lung. She was asleep for a couple days. She was at the county hospital where all the gunshot victims were. We stayed there for a few days at her bedside. We finally left to shower and get some clean clothes and such. The doctors were working on her to drain the punctured lung, they had to insert a tube into it. In the process they accidentally inserted the tube on the wrong side effectively puncturing the other lung. She stayed in there until Christmas Eve that year.

At the crime scene both of their cars were sitting in the convenience store parking lot. The cops got them mixed up and towed the OW car to our house. During Christmas break that year I spent some time sabotaging her car. I was at home alone with my brother, mom in the hospital and her boyfriend nowhere to be found. We were fending for ourselves again.

Guess I'll leave it hanging here for tonight. Hope y'all are enjoying my story.


M: 39 W:38 D: 11 S: 7
T: 18
M:13
I suspect problem: 8/15
ILYB: 9/15
Never quit on love
I ask her to leave:10/15