| Friday, January 06, 2006 |
| 3.17.5 cont.2 |
Continued....Yeah well. The usual chewing out, crying, blah, blah, then my dad asks me how I think he is suppose to show his face in the community after what I had done. *shaking head, you have to know more of the story to know why I am shaking my head right now, lol. I got dragged to the doctor to see if I could be pregnant, I am like duh! yeah dad, I could be pregnant, I just had unprotected sex, you don''t need a stupid doctor for that one. But I think back and realize that he just wanted a record of the event in order to press statutory rape charges on the guy. Once the doctor asked me a few questions, he asked my dad to leave because he knew that my dad was about to go off. I gave the story straight and to the point. If my dad wanted details he was going to get them. One thing I can say in defense of my dad is that neither him or my mother knew of the molestations so had no idea that I knew exactly what I was doing and why, lmbo, they thought I was some dumb niave little girl. Well, after the doctor talked to my dad he knew there was no recourse because of what I planned to say to anyone else who questioned me. To stop further embarrassment the subject became mum. I never seen the guy again and as planned I went on a pre-arranged mission trip with the church.
When I returned from the trip is when all hell broke loose in my family. So, I get back on a Thursday and it is camp time with the church and my dad and my mom''s best friend are the boy''s and girl''s counselors. We drove up for the nightly camp meeting that night. We knew something was up. We get there and this little boy from the church and others came running up to us. The one little boy had an airplane that they had made in crafts and wanted to show it off. He told my mom that my dad had made my mom''s best friend one but it had hearts on it. I don''t know what is going through my mother''s mind at that point but I do know what went through mine "oh no, not again". We proceded to the mess hall and the ladies there just thought my dad was the sweetest person because look at the dozen roses he bought Betty! Oh give me a break, like those numbskulls didn''t know that was not normal behaviour. We go to the camp meeting and it is chilly out, my mom is cold and my dad gives his sweater to Betty. By now I know what is going on in my mom''s mind. I know that she knows exactly what I know. I am so sad for her. She keeps her cool though. My mom always kept her cool in public. You know, appearances and all. We left that night and my mom got us lost because we were both crying our hearts out, but she is telling herself maybe it isn''t what we thought, yeah right, once again, going to turn a blind eye to the obvious.
The next day is when everyone came home from camp. My dad just waltzes in like nothing is going on and my mother is silent. We have to go to the grocery store and usually my mom and I would go or one of the other kids but not all of us, yet my dad insisted that we all go. I noticed when we left that my dads bags were still on the front porch, I remember noticing it, it is a stupid thing to remember and something you look back on and go, right.
We all go to the store and when we get home my dad is not there. My mom starts putting groceries away and I am standing at the kitchen table. I see one of those 2 year planners on the table, my dad is always getting things like that from companies in construction. I picked it up and asked my mom if I could have it. I started flipping the pages and I find the note. My dad wrote a note how he and Betty wanted to be together and that they had left. I ran outside screaming, I guess I really lost it big time, I could not believe what was happening, not after him supposedly changing, and us having a "normal" life. My mother had to slap me to get me to stop screaming. She still doesn''t know! I give the book to her and she reads it. She went in and called Betty''s husband and asked if she was home. He said no that she went to town to get supplies they needed for canning and hadn''t come home yet. My mother told him what my dad''s note said. There are disjointed memories of the next few weeks for me. Max, Betty''s husband, went to look for them and found their car in a neighboring town at a grocery store parking lot. He got a call the next day from Betty telling him if he wanted his son to come and get him. You see, she left her daughter behind locked in her room. Her daughter had wanted to go to the store with her and she told her no and put her in her room. Their son was 3 and their daughter was 5. She just gave up her kids for this. I don''t understand how a woman does that.
One thing I do remember vividly during this is thinking how dare he, how dare he ask me how he is going to hold his head up after what I did and then him do what he just did? I will never understand that.
To be continued later.
March 17, 2005 10:33 PM |
posted by Teressa @ 11:36 AM  |
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