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Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Woman leaves kids in car, goes to bars

I just read this headline in the local paper and I laughed out loud. Seriously. This is news? I was that kid. Of course I was a teenageer at the time. My mother passed away when I was 11. My sister and her new husband moved in to look after me. My father wasn't really capable or so inclined. He worked in the woods, which required being away from home quite a bit. And when he was home, he was eating at restaurants, and chasing women. Okay, maybe I am exagerating a little - he wasn't really chasing women. But he did always have a girlfriend and that is where he preferred to be. So my sister and her dysfunctional husband moved in. Nan was an alcoholic. At first she was functional. She only drank on the weekends. But as time moved on she drank more and more. One evening she was in charge of my nephew and I. He was only a couple of years younger than I was (I failed to mention that I was born 20 years after the rest of the siblings). She took us to a pizza parlor, ordered us a pizza, gave us some money to play pool and left us. Finally hours later we decided to go home. So we started walking. Wouldn't you know it - Nan drove by, stopped, scolded us and picked us up. She parked around the corner from one of the hot spots and said, "wait here". Off she went into the bar leaving us to sit and ponder what next. We sat and sat and finally when we were trying to decide what to do, we saw her come out with 2 men. Imagine the disbelief and shock as we watched these guys toss her around and then finally into the cab of the pick up and off they went.
Well, the rest of the story is no better - we decided to drive the pick up home where we had to explain to her husband why she wasn't with us.
Looking back, and as I write this, I realize that she wasn't in the best condition - she was drunk. Those men weren't friendly - they tossed her up on the hood of the pick up and at this moment I'm not even sure she went with them willingly. And I witnessed it.
I feel like a kid all over again.

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