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| - Pardon MeMan.. These days are going by soo fast.. One minute it is Monday and before I know it, it is the weekend. I sometimes wonder where I will be in a year or two or 10. I would like to believe, by that time, I am on my way to pursuing my career, finding a house to buy, a man to marry, and becoming the person I will be until I die. I am only 18 years old and I still have plenty of time to be young and have fun. These are just the days where every decision I make could effect my entire life. I want to be happy with whatever I decide to do with my life. I mean, who doesn't? | | |
| So this weekend was insane and bizarre!! lol It was fun though. Sucks it is Sunday now because that means tomorrow is class again and my PT test... ugh.. Well school is good, I like all of my classes. I miss my Dad b/c now he is back at his new job in Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. Sometimes I feel so alone when I cannot talk to him face to face.. Maybe for spring break I will go up and see him. I'd like to take a road trip somewhere but from the looks of things I'll be alone with that idea. Well I am about to go see Walk the Line in the Movies. I've heard good things about it so I am looking forward to it. | | |
| So my dad is finally back from Iraq (and there was much rejoicing) and exams are finally done (and there was much much more rejoicing), now I am back home to the town of Clinton with nothing to do but sit on my computer and spend time with Dad. I hope all of you have a wonderful Christmas holiday and I will think of all you while Dad, Kimberly and I are walking down the streets of NYC!!! I cannot wait until Dec. 22nd when we leave! This will be our first real vacation and its going to be great. We will come back on the 1st of January. So leaving with that note.. Merry Christmas and Happy New Years to you. | | |
| It is a normal day of school on a beautiful spring day. The leaves on the trees are blooming, the birds sing to me as I walk up the stairs into the building. On my way to class I say hey to every couple of people. Grinning from ear to ear. I am beginning to meet more and more people and become a more comfortable teenage in the eighth grade. Everything is going the way it does five days out of the week and one hundred eighty days out of the year.
Halfway through my English class, I get called to the office. I almost never get called to the office and when I do it usually means someone has died. My heart leaps into my throat and the sound of my feet hitting the floor echo in my ears. "What happened?? Is Kimberly okay? Dad? Mom? Did someone die? Oh god, oh god, oh god.?" These are only some of the thoughts running through my mind at the time. I make it downstairs and into the office. I see mother sitting there with the Assistant Principal, Mrs. Hobbes, and her tear stricken face, eyes red and swollen. "Sit down Suzanne?" Mrs. Hobbes says to me as I shut the door behind me.
My mom turns to look at me and tells me we have to get away from Dad because he is abusive to Kimberly and me. It is not safe for us to stay any longer. "What are you talking about?? Dad doesn't beat us.?" I question my mother but all she does is say "Yes he does Suzanne, yes he does.?" Tears running down my face, I feel like my heart is going to pound its way out of my chest. I do not know what to think. Sitting there bewildered and lost, Mom tells Mrs. Hobbes she is going to take my sister and I away to a shelter in Natchez. Natchez is one-hour west from the town Brookhaven, which is where we were living at the time.
We get up and walk out of the office. As we walk outside I see the trees are without color and the birds have stopped singing. My mom says this is going to be similar to a vacation and everything will be all right. At home she tells me to pack up enough clothes and if I want, to pack my television too. After we pick up my little sister from the middle school, we head to Natchez.
On the way, we try not to think about what is going on. I look out my window at all the passing trees and they are just a blur. I see a little kid playing with her dog and I think back at mine at home. The way he sprints to me when I walk through the front door after a day of school. I begged Mom to bring him but she said we could not have him where we were going. I assumed we would be in a hotel or something. I could never be more wrong.
We pull up in front of this three-story building. I think how it looks like an orphanage or some old apartment building. "Mom, is this it??" I ask her as she turns off the car. She replies with a slight nod of the head. This cannot be it. Why are we coming to stay here when we have one with dad? Dad has never hit my sister or me, I do not know what is going on.
A lady wearing an old flowery, plain-looking dress takes us to a room with two bunk beds and a dresser. This is where we are to sleep and it is no bigger than my closet back home. Where has this woman brought me? I ask mom if I can go call Dad to tell him where we are. She says no that we cannot call him because then he will come looking for us and that cannot happen. I start to cry again and mom tells us we cannot tell anyone where we are. Not Nana nor Poppa nor my friends back home.
The next day the lady in the plain clothes takes us into a room with hand-me-down clothes and says we need to pick some stuff out. "This is ridiculous! I have my own clothes! I do not need any of these! We are not needy people!?" I scream at my mom before I take off down a long corridor. The longest run of my life. The hall keeps getting longer and longer and I thought it would never end. When I finally reach the room at the end of the hallway, I sit on one of the couches in there. Salty tears are racing down my cheeks as I bury my face in my hands. I just want my dad and to go home I think to myself.
The lady and mom walk into the room about this time and start one of the talks I will get many more times after this, though I do not know this yet. The talk I speak of is one I get from many therapists and psychologists. The talk basically says that Mom is just trying to do the best thing for Kimberly and me. Even though we may not understand, we need to cooperate and obey her. I refuse to listen to their lies and say repeatedly "I want to go home.?" A few hours later my aunt and cousin come in to pick us up and take Kimberly and I to see Dad.
An hour later I am home and I run up the stairs to my house to find a loving father and husband with eyes bigger than golf balls and redder than blood. As my sister and I wrap our arms around his neck we hold each other for what seems like an eternity. I am home. I do not understand how Mom could take us away from the greatest man I have ever known. He has never laid a hand on me and never will. Why cannot Mom see that?
My aunt takes us back to her house in Jackson to stay until things settle down. She explains Mom is bipolar and that she is very sick right now. Mom is unstable and needs to hospitalize. My mom will never get better unless she decides that is what she wants. The day my mom took my sister and I away was the day I had to grow up. The day I lost my innocence and left my childhood forever. | | |
| Well this has been a crazy and fun weekend! Friday night Alyssa, Samantha and I dressed up in our Halloweend costumes and went to a friend's party. It was great! Samantha was Dorthy from the Wizard of Oz, Alyssa was Vanna White and I was a girl from the Renaissance. It was great. Saturday I went to a play of the Rocky Horror Show and it was absolutely amazing! The actors were so great and it was just as funny as the movie. After that my friend Brian and I went to the Phi Kappa Psi house for their hall crawl and that was a lot of fun and around 11:30 or so I left with this girl Katie and we went to her house and played cards until 4 in the morning with two guys who are in ROTC with me. It was alot of fun. Today though was kinda crummy in the morning because i am coming down with a cold. But i took a long nap and my friend Ken made me cooked me some roman noodles so I felt better. Right now I am sitting in Alyssa's dorm room but she is at some meeting right now. Her roommate isnt coming back until tomorrow night so I get to stay here. She lets me sleep in her bed while shes away which is really cool b/c my roommate gets on my nerves. But thats another story. So I hope everyones weekend was nearly as good as mine!! Dont forget to wash behind your ears! ::winks:: | | |
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