tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760638921119149857.post2710022320273175741..comments2023-06-30T05:55:33.204-07:00Comments on the Wreath Witch: FatherAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16377887398446674884noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760638921119149857.post-80011773657003618902010-06-20T13:06:33.475-07:002010-06-20T13:06:33.475-07:00sorry to hear Robert.sorry to hear Robert.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16377887398446674884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760638921119149857.post-19793409341635174222010-06-20T12:58:24.394-07:002010-06-20T12:58:24.394-07:00my sister is anonymous - she is 12 years older th...my sister is anonymous - she is 12 years older than me, my beautiful big sister. I guess she never knew how wonderful she was. I still think she is .Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16377887398446674884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760638921119149857.post-3354531010385803212010-06-20T12:54:01.233-07:002010-06-20T12:54:01.233-07:00From when I was just about 7 until I was about 14 ...From when I was just about 7 until I was about 14 I got to live in California. In Whittier and West Covina. Sounds Great until I tell you about my 1st Stepfather. Part of it was fun because it was a new adventure with my 2 brothers and my sister and out single Mom. Mom was a 2nd grade school teacher but it turns out that even with the 4 of us that she was lonely. But I was a kid and didn't know anything yet. She met a Car Salesman when she had to get a differant car when hers broke down. She started seeinf him, then he would stay over and thats when I first learned what a Drunk was. Yes he was a Drunk and not an Alcoholic because he would not get help. He would get home and take all but his underwear off and start drinking. If Mom was not home, we were in trouble, cussed at, yelled at and then the Stupid Haircuts started because he wouldn't pay for our hair cuts. If Mom was at home she was the Target and got hit several times in front of us. My older brother and I had had enough when one night they came home and he hit her and knocked her down. We told him to leave because if he went to sleep he would NEVEN wake up. We were going to beat him with out baseball bats until he would never be able to touch her again. The next day Mom pacted us up and we headed back to Ohio. He followed us to Ohio later but left when several men from town Reminded him that hey had things more hurtful than baseball bats.<br />...Robertrosenrobrthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10973390408908669697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760638921119149857.post-79382978120948296172010-06-20T11:09:57.690-07:002010-06-20T11:09:57.690-07:00I think it was 1963 when mom and dad got divorced,...I think it was 1963 when mom and dad got divorced,that was after he broke our brothers jaw in three places. He was always able to convince people that anything wasn't his fault in 1952 he beat me so bad . they called to police,the doctor came to the house and the priest.I miss the whole month of Jan. from school. he was a mean drunk and a womanizer and a bad father . when i met my future husband he was better .he was.a bully but was afraid of a man who saw what he could do,growing up my brother that is 3 years younger and i would do our best to keep him from beating mom. there was no help back then for people like us. yes we were poor but it was because he would stop at the bars on payday and treat everyone there and buy things for his girl friends. a lot of bad memory's and the last time i saw him he was at the place mom worked and threating her with whathe was going to do to her .My husband told him what would happen if he brothered her again..he left and i never saw him again. it took me years to forgive him for the things he did to me growing up. he was never proud of me ,never tried to contact me although he knew where i lived . he never cared for anyone that was familyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com