"You know where you are?
you're in the jungle baby..."


Don't Stop Dreaming
1986
Church Girls Like Bad Boys
The Mushy Part
The Bomb Drops – (Make Sya's Head Asplode)




Fan, meet Shit. Shit, meet fan.

Mike and I stayed in touch with each other, he sent me letters all the time, and he called when he could. He even sent me flowers on occasion  He came home for the holidays, but could not stay long, and his time had to be shared with all his other friends and family too.  I remember writing in my journal how special he was and how it felt so right to be held in his arms.  I know, I know, this is really cheesy stuff, right?  Hey, just be glad I'm not including the 20 page journal entry, alright?  Ok, I'll skip past it…

So here's where the story gets interesting.  It's the part of the story that's the hardest to tell because it reveals just how truly fucked up my family became.  Just thinking about those years of my life chokes me up a little.  I can't leave it out though, as it's such a huge part of the story.  Now, I want you to keep in mind that these people I am about to introduce to the story are all "God fearing" Christians.  I'm kind of reluctant to talk about this because these people are still alive, but it's the honest truth, no matter how bizarre it might sound. And quite frankly, I don't really care if I piss anyone off, especially if they can't deal with the truth.

It was the year 1989, and all that love and mushy-gushy stuff goes out the window. Real life kicks in for the 15 year-old girl.

A little background… Flint was feeling the crunch.  Schools were forced to shut down because the city could no longer afford to make repairs to the buildings.  The Flint Academy closed its doors forever and its students were sent to Southwestern.  So I started 9th grade at the new school, which had changed its name to Flint Southwestern Academy. Another school that closed was the school for gifted children that my brother attended, so my mother enrolled him at Washington Elementary.

Right before school started in the fall, I had reconstructive bone surgery done on my left foot. This was to correct a deformity in my bones that I had since birth. It was excruciating pain.  Imagine all of the bones in your feet being broken and reset, then held in place with metal pins that had to be turned periodically.  I was on crutches for about 4 months, and the cast came off a couple months later.  After I was able to walk on the left foot, they operated on my right foot.

So the three of us, my brother, sister and I, were walking to Washington Elementary one winter morning where I would catch my bus.  Seemingly out of nowhere, my father's car pulls up.  Now the reason I have not mentioned my father until now is because he really hadn't played that large of a roll in my life until this point. When my parents split up, he hardly ever took us for his weekends or holidays and showed little interest in us.  But on this day, all that changed.

He told us to get into the car, and we, being good obedient children, did so. Once we put our backpacks and my crutches in the trunk and closed the car door behind us, we were officially kidnapped.  No, no, he didn't have any ill intentions toward us.  In fact, he was saving us.  Let me explain.

As it turns out, the creep my mother married was a rotten SOB and that's putting it lightly. Without going into detail, let me state here that he was the kind of SOB that was interested in prepubescent children, if you catch my drift. When my father caught word of the types of things that were happening in our home on Missouri Ave, he did the only thing that seemed right for a father to do at the time, and that was to come snatch us and take us someplace safe. He hid us out in Rochester with my grandparents and was promptly apprehended and placed in jail for the kidnapping of his 3 children.

Eventually, my grandparents convinced my father to tell the police where were.  He was released and the Lapeer police sent a cruiser for us.  When everything came out in court about what the rotten SOB had done, full custody was granted to my father.

My father was remarried to a woman who had 4 kids of her own.  Try to imagine 7 teenagers living under one roof.  My oldest stepbrother joined the Army, so then there were 6 of us after that.  It was a circus. Every day was chaotic and crazy.  There was never a moment of peace.  Everything was so strange, I started yet another new school and was trying hard to learn the way things were done in my new environment. It was so hard for me.  My new stepmother and her children were very different from anyone I had ever come across before and I didn't quite know how to take them.  There were many altercations, family feuds, and everyone yelled a lot.  Most of the time I lived there, I felt very unloved and unwelcome. I won't say much more about the character of these people except to mention that my stepmother and my father were physically and mentally abusive people…

…Which is why I decided to run away.

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