Sunday, September 8, 2024

Funny day and Age

I just read an article about a woman's husband being charged with Rape. They had separated and were living apart at the time.

Made me think of trying to say my estranged husband raped me way back in Texas. They said, "Well, Honey, you are still his wife..."

Funny times.

In 1996 the police came to investigate a "disturbance" at my apartment. The X had forced his way in and beaten me. My glasses were broke in the center, both eyes were black and I had lumps and bruised all over. (Not a mark on him, this was before I started fighting back.) The Pasadena Texas Police officer sighed exaggeratedly and said, "Mam we can't do anything unless he shoots or stabs you. Did that happen?? Well, then we gotta get back out there! Y'all keep it cool, hear?"

I am a fan of #Me To with very few reservations. It has done far more good than harm. These funny incidents were a long time before the MeTo era.

What the hell took it so long??????

I remember severe sexual harassment at work and just everywhere. 

But oh my favorite Funny Story.

My X once beat n3 with a closet pole in the bathroom so I could watch myself die in the mirror.    Any how. 

My next memory is being in a hospital bed, somewhere a south of Houston hospital? Whereever. My then family doctor,  Dr. Spak did my morning rounds. He told me that I had 23 lesions all over my skull


Friday, August 30, 2024

Words to Live By

 Not just my own.


Anger does more damage to the vessel that carries it than to anything it is poured upon.

Never take people who truly love you for granted.


Monday, February 19, 2024

Who would notice?

I watch a lot of true crime shows and it has made me realize that there were many years of my life that if I had disappeared no one would have noticed for a very long time. Is that odd? Maybe partly the day and age? No one's fault. Just the way it was.  For years I could have been a Jane Doe or locked in someone's basement and it's possible that no one would have even reported me "missing". I think that was true for a lot of teenagers in the 60s and 70s but it feels a little strange. 
That's a little true for Jami, too. There have been long periods when I didn't know where or how she was. I've thought about reporting her missing and many, many times I've been afraid she was dead when I didn't hear from or about her for months but also with her I've believed that I knew enough of her associates that someone would call me if something happened to her. My family usually knew nothing about who I might be with and I don't remember ever showing up after months or years and family and friends being glad to see me. Now, that's a little sad. 

Thursday, August 4, 2022

Never imagined

 I never really planned for Old Age. I don't think I expected to live to 40. In surprised to be alive and surprised to end up so alone. I only have family in my life. They are plenty and wonderful but I do feel the absence of having friends. I've always pitied Jeremy's lack of friends and now I am the same. I suppose we are friends to each other. Mostly terrible friends. Definitely love/hate friends. 

Jenny was my last Real Friend and I was the one who brutally ended that. Maybe my isolation is my karma. And maybe I should do something to change this situation.  I get up and do what has to be done for the day and then just want to check out, sleep, zone out, ignore the nothingness. Rinse repeat. Day after day passing in a blur.

Useless.  That's the feeling. 

I don't like it. But I don't feel like I'm Done Living. 

Sunday, July 24, 2022

Worst of me

....that I still remember.  

The worst thing I can think of right now was hitting Jami when she was 14. I think it was 3 times in the face so hard her cheek bled. Horrific. Yes, we were al living under the stress of discovering about Oran. Yes I reported myself for child abuse. No, nothing could make it better. I can't even stand to look into Jami's mind and heart when this happened. No I could never "make it up" to her. I damaged my damaged daughter. Unexcusable. 

Freshman year of high school I lead a group to torture and beat a girl who no one really liked and I was told she was talking bad about me. Heard it, didn't even know for sure. It was awful. 

I slapped Jess when she was about 15. She had been on a wild rebellion and I was sure in the moment that she had called me a whore, maybe she did. She hated me, had hated me for years and would continue for years. I still don't understand Why. If there is a Why. I just know that slapping her was WRONG. 

I never thought I could be, act, That Wrong. 

Sorrily, i defended both actions at the time. I never said they were right, only that they were somehow provoked. The fact that they were children leaves No Justification.

Sunday, April 3, 2022

Covid

 When I first heard the word pandemic I had to look up the meaning to differentiate it from an a epidemic. And I thought No Way. I think my first grasp of the reality was when they closed all of the schools. Then there was Panic. Not just in me but in the whole world. I sent Jeremy out to get all of the things he could that were disappearing from stores. I still don't know why toilet paper was first to go. We bought yeast and flour to be sure we had bread if we ended up shut in our homes and any other basic foods and cleaning supplies we could get. 

A new way of life began and much of it is still with us. A vaccine was rushed to market which we all got except Jess, who refuses. Schools have opened but the fear still hangs over us as mutated versions of the virus emerge. And there is always the threat of a completely different pandemic. It is part of our reality now. Bill Gates warned of this in 2015 and was ignored and his warning was not for just one pandemic but that the country should be preparing for many. 

Monday, March 28, 2022

Homeless times

There are different degrees of homelessness from couch surfing to living under a bridge or, in my case, behind a gas station with all my belongings in a laundry basket. 

Funny, I didn't think the word homeless at that time. It was more than 10 years later when i defined that period as being Homeless. 

It started when my father died. Mom moved us all to a much less expensive home, from the Sagemont area to the Beverly Hills area of Houston.  It was still a nice, safe area to grow up. 

Mom and my oldest brother Mike had always had issues and not long after the move she threw him out of the home. This was extremely painful and frightening for my brother Herbert and me. We now knew we were expendable. 

Maybe we already knew that. Not long after the move Mom came into Herbert's room where the three of us were gathered with Dad's gun pointed at us. She said she was there to shoot all of us and then herself. I just froze. Herbert started talking to her softly, I have No Memory what he said, but while he talked Mike maneuvered behind Mom and grabbed the gun. Later he climbed to the little attic door in the garage and threw the gun into a dark corner. It's probably still there.

I was 10 and the boys were 13 and 16 when Daddy died. Obviously our mother was severely depressed but she had other things besides just being widowed. She had severe PTSD from WWII. My father met and married her during The Occupation and brought her to the US. After Daddy died her first instinct was to take us and go back to Japan. We said NOOO and begged her not to do that. Looking back, I don't know why she didn't.  Was our protest the only reason she didn't?? One of a thousand questions I wish I would have asked her. It would have been a cultural shock to us kids as we feared but would it have been better for all of us? Plan B, to kill all of us, was definitely worse. And then 2 years later Plan C happened. 

Mom decided to remarry but thought her chances were better without the baggage of teenagers. The 2 years after our father died she kept food in the house and provided clothing but she mostly stayed locked in her bedroom. She wasn't totally heartless, especially to me. She let me get a kitten right after Daddy died. He didn't allow pets and she did it to help me. She also used some of his death benefits to buy me a piano,  something I had dreamed of for years. I had been taking lessons for 2 years before Daddy died and was quite good but I only had a 22 key organ at home to practice on. I drew piano keys on strips of paper and put them along the edge of the kitchen table to practice songs that needed more than 22 keys. The new problem was that she stopped my lessons. I did try to go on at it alone but was soon discouraged. To this day I Love playing a piano but feel deep regret I didn't have instruction and incentive to reach my potential. 

We weren't easy kids to raise. Being keenly aware you are unwanted is hard to deal with! and we were teenagers in the 70's with no parental guidance.  Herb started partying, smoking marijuana,  having a lot of people over on weekends and when Mom started dating on the weekends Mike would often come,  too. 

In many ways we were terrible. We didn't keep the house clean and there was often a terrible mess after a party that Mom came home to. We would clean those up and, except for the kitchen, the house was decent most of the time. Mom bought Joy dish soap which we were allergic to, out hands and feet swelled and itched horrifically after washing dishes. I'm not saying we would have kept a spotless kitchen if she would change dish soap but it sure would have helped.

Mom had Rages at times. She would keep it all bottled up and then explode. During a Big explosion she took my cat and said she was getting rid of him because I was Bad. Mike was there,  he jumped on the hood of her car begging her through the windshield not to do it. She took off and took the first turn so fast that Mike flew at least 25 feet. The next day I came home and my piano was gone. 

Mike had already experienced being homeless.  Fortunately a family of friends, Brian and Mark Sweeny, pretty much took him in as one of their own. I don't know his life before or after that. He tried to help us but he was just a kid, too. 

When Mom finally found her next husband she was done with us. He had been a lifelong bachelor,  I don't think he really wanted to marry at all. But, one night he was at the house and I was about to go to a place called The Eighth Day where Mike's band was playing. David Holman offered me a ride. On the way there he pulled over and tries to rape me. I fought and made sure I left deep scratches on him to prove the attack. I got out and ran. That night I told my mother. She showed no reaction so I went to my room, next to hers, where I could hear through the wall between us. She called him, and threatened to turn him in if he didn't marry her. 

When she finally spoke to me about it she explained that it was my fault. I loved to dance, was very good at dance, and I had been dancing around the living room when DH had come over that night. My dancing was inappropriate and misleading to an older man. He couldn't help himself.  

I also had a couple of families who took me in when I needed shelter. Primarily the Brady family who lived across the street there on Foredale Street. They had moved out of town before Mom got engaged but would still play a large part in the rest of my life. 

We had some small hope that Mom might leave us the house on Foredale. The house payments were only around a hundred a month, which we later found we could have easily paid with the Social Security she would still receive for Herbert and me, but we didn't yet understand that and she did not. 

Mike came and the three of us discussed how to survive and stay together. 

The man who lived next door, west of us, I don't remember his name any more, Jack Something, was a Bad Man. He had once lured me to his home and molested me and then that New Years Eve he had invited Mom for a cocktail. He brought her home several hours later, carried her really, because she was throwing up drunk and in total disarray.  Knowing the man I felt sure my mother had likely been raped by him but we Never discussed that night. I never mentioned it to anyone until just now.  But I did tell Mike about what the man had done to me. 

Jack was a real estate salesman who did quite well and Mike believed he could blackmail him into helping us threatening to turn him in for molesting me. Back then I likely wouldn't have been believed and little would have been done if I was but it would still stain his reputation.  Mike paid him a visit and came home with the keys to a house! It was a modest 3 bedroom about 3 miles away. 

We were about 14, 17 and 20 years old and didn't have the maturity for the responsibility of being on our own. 

All our lives we would refer to this place as The House. It was never Home to any of us. It became what I've heard called a Flop House.