Maybe April: Day Three
April 4, 2022 Leave a comment
I saw him do it
When I was young, I stayed with my father’s family. Mommy and daddy had me young, they struggled with addiction, they were in and out of my life until their untimely death. Many say they wouldn’t have made it that far if they didn’t have each other – it was their codependency that kept them alive. Mom’s family was riddled with alcoholics. It made sense for me to stay with my father’s family.
It’s a curious thing growing under these circumstances. No one tells you anything, you kind of piece it together all by yourself – with your tiny childlike mind. Tiny broken facts gathered from eavesdropping sprees. You sit with this and find a way to make it your own. How else are you to carry on? It’s the only truth you have. When people ask, you’re not quiet sure how much to tell them. You’d think invested grownups would tell you how to deal with it. How would they, how could they, when they themselves haven’t spoken to you about any of it.
My granny died just before my second birthday. I’ve seen so many pictures, I wish I remembered her, from what I hear she was a wonderful woman. It’s a strange thing, her death – everyone just says, ‘she went in her sleep’. I wonder if there more to it, was she sick? Everyone’s comfortable just leaving it there.
Then there’s my uncle, the man who raised me. It was wonderful living with uncle Jeff. He’d always make his girlfriends bring me something when they came over for a visit. There was a range of them – a mixed bag of skittles. I couldn’t keep up – it didn’t matter, my affections depended on what they’d bring me. I remember this one lady brought me a ragdoll. I remember thinking it was a clown at first. I loved that ragdoll. I might have had a name for it. I guess I still can – Bev, not short for anything, just Bev.
My life/upbringing is nothing like this. I wonder if it could’ve been. Our lives really could’ve been different to what they are now. All stemming from decisions taken before we had any say in them. I have a say now – in what my life can look like. I just got to break free from all those other decisions. Break free isn’t the right word maybe. Maybe make do, make something of my reality, to create a new one?
P.S. I titled this ‘I saw him do it’ to hold myself accountable, I’m a witness to my own life. I see you!
Today was an amazing day!!!
Day three done!