Part 9

After Larry's funeral life supposedly went back to normal.  I mean what is normal right? I came home, went back to school, got a job, and finally was able to graduate high school 2 years later.  I wasn't excited, I had to wear a dress and a pearl necklace.  I don't like dresses or jewelry for that matter.  My dad, brother Scott, his two daughters, my Aunt Beth, Trish and my brothers friend all came for me.  That did make me feel good.  After it was all said and done, my dad walked up to me and for the first time in my entire life he told me, " I am proud of you."
I went back to my home and they all headed to their homes. I later attended college, yeah I graduated but that was all that happened with that.  I decided I needed change, so I packed my belongings and got an apartment with a dear friend of mine.  Haha funny thing we get along great, but living together I am surprised we both came out alive.  We are still great friends to this day and have been for almost 27 years.  We had a lot of good times in that apartment and some dandy fights.  Our lease was up and we both moved back home.  I didn't want to stay with Trish so I packed my bags and moved in with my dad.
It wasn't the most joyful reunion.  I was excited.  This way I get to know him better I looked up to him my entire life even though he wasn't around.  But YAY! I get to be with my dad.  I know right, pathetic especially when you are 23.
We butted heads right off the bat.  He would come home drunk and start in on me for any little thing he could find.  I woke up one morning, cleaned the house and went to work that afternoon.  I got off early and came home to find that he had a bowl of cereal and there was a dirty spoon and bowl in the sink.  I didn't think anything of it.  He came home about an hour later and was drunk, started to yell at me telling me what a dirty slob I was, selfish little bitch who only wanted his money and how I would never have anything.  There was more but you get the idea.  I snapped and told him all I wanted was for him to be a part of my life and he can't even be a father.  He threw me out of his house and I went to stay with Scott.  Scott didn't want me there so after two days he made my dad apologize and I went back.
I lived there for two years and there wasn't a day that went by that he didn't tell me what a horrible person I was, how selfish I was, what a bitch I was and how fat and unattractive I was.
I finally met a boy who said my dad was wrong and we packed our bags and moved back down south.  Trish didn't live far away and shortly after we moved down here, she passed away in her sleep from heart failure.
That boy whom I later married said to me how he couldn't believe how mean Trish and my dad were to me and he swore he would never be mean to me....(he never witnessed the physical abuse) Sadly enough I believed his lie....