My mom and dad had a rocky marriage to say the least.
My dad like to go to bars and wherever else... IDK. I remember he was working for someone in Hickman. He met a woman there. I vaguely remember her. He would take me to a certain bar in Hickman (can't remember the name of that one). TN Poolroom was ok, but I didn't much like this bar. Mean looking people in it. My dad was a smooth talker, could get what he wanted easily (guess that's where I get that from). I would play dominoes or pool (sometimes I'd just sit outside the door) while he sat at a bar with some woman (Everytime we went to this bar, he wouldn't meet this woman, but she was there alot). My mom found out, and I remember her trying to put her foot down. My dad would deny deny deny. But I saw it, but I kept silent. (I always have kept secrets well).... I think I remember my mom either calling her or confronting her face to face, I think it was face to face. Not long after that, my dad had no job. He did construction.
Wow, at the fights. Sometimes mom & dad would nearly get in full blown fist fights. My mom wasn't afraid to throw one back.... Yelling, lots of yelling. Unhappiness.
Mom got pregnant with a baby. After many years of trying to get pregnant, out of no where she got pregnant with a baby boy. What my dad had always wanted. A Boy, a namesake. But after he was born, his drinking picked up a lot... IDK why, it just did?!
And I am not bashing my dad by any means, I loved my dad. I was a daddy's girl despite the fact of his problems. We did spend time together, but I remember him constantly having a beer in his hand (or in a cup-if we were driving down the road). We'd go fishing, play volleyball, and I would sit in his lap anytime he was home and watch tv. He loved frogs, lol, loved to eat em- ha ha. He taught me to play solitaire. He LOVED to play solitaire. I'd sit and watch him play. I remember moms and dads friends coming over and them playing dominoes, rook, rummie, or whatever. Having little get togethers at our house was a regular thing for a while. I got to where I'd perform for everyone (always have been a lil bit of a show off). I'd dance and sing oldies. Put on my poodle skirt and just dance around. There were good times, but in a whole, the bad out weighs the good.
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