We'll make them eat their words
My earliest memory goes back to when I was about two. That was when we got stationed in Tacoma, of the Washington St. variety.
We lived in this tiny apartment. It was across the street from a public pool.
I dont know what I got in trouble for, but I was sent to my (and my sister's) room. I was probably bawling like the sissy, whiney, baby of the family that I was back then.
I remember looking out the window and down at the street, where my dad and my sister were crossing in the crosswalk to go swimming at the pool. They were holding hands.
I remember feeling forgotten, even though it was my own fault that I couldn't go too.
And then my mom came in.
She tells me to put on my swimsuit and meet her in the living room.
I felt so genuinely, little-kid happy.
Now I got to go too.
And that's it. Nothing big. Nothing special. But it describes my family perfectly.
Life's funny that way.
You know, I can't even swim.
I have a semester of High School left, and I don't know how to swim.
They called me a hopeless case when I was little.
"Drowning with Style" I think.
And I don't care. :)
But I wonder what made me want to go with my dad and Katie so bad. Considering that I've never liked swimming.
My whole life, my sister took my dad's attention off of me.
My whole life, I tried everything she did, just so he would see me too.
My whole life, my mother has never been able to carry out a punishment on me. (But she could on Katie)
It's funny that now, now that we're not a family, everything has changed.
Katie moved out. With her deadbeat boyfriend. She's not speaking to me at the moment.
My parents are getting divorced...for real this time.
My mom sleeps in my sister's old room. I can barely tolerate her.
And my Dad is my only ally in this war.
Everything is different.
It's kind of funny...
We lived in this tiny apartment. It was across the street from a public pool.
I dont know what I got in trouble for, but I was sent to my (and my sister's) room. I was probably bawling like the sissy, whiney, baby of the family that I was back then.
I remember looking out the window and down at the street, where my dad and my sister were crossing in the crosswalk to go swimming at the pool. They were holding hands.
I remember feeling forgotten, even though it was my own fault that I couldn't go too.
And then my mom came in.
She tells me to put on my swimsuit and meet her in the living room.
I felt so genuinely, little-kid happy.
Now I got to go too.
And that's it. Nothing big. Nothing special. But it describes my family perfectly.
Life's funny that way.
You know, I can't even swim.
I have a semester of High School left, and I don't know how to swim.
They called me a hopeless case when I was little.
"Drowning with Style" I think.
And I don't care. :)
But I wonder what made me want to go with my dad and Katie so bad. Considering that I've never liked swimming.
My whole life, my sister took my dad's attention off of me.
My whole life, I tried everything she did, just so he would see me too.
My whole life, my mother has never been able to carry out a punishment on me. (But she could on Katie)
It's funny that now, now that we're not a family, everything has changed.
Katie moved out. With her deadbeat boyfriend. She's not speaking to me at the moment.
My parents are getting divorced...for real this time.
My mom sleeps in my sister's old room. I can barely tolerate her.
And my Dad is my only ally in this war.
Everything is different.
It's kind of funny...