In the Beginning...
My mother left to marry my dad when she was in her twenties; it all started with a difference in religious perspectives - even before my conception. I'd like to think things weren't all bad for them; but I've never been told any good stories from back then(on either side). There is NO memories of my mother and my father together. If I focus hard enough... I can see my mother washing dishes by hand with a perm in a bikini inside of the double wide I was born to. One of my first memories with my father, is him sleeping through his football game and myself, left to my own devices, mopped the floor(I thought I was doing good, my mom used toilet water to mop) with my child-sized toy mop. ...I got in trouble for that one. LOL