Day 14: Your earliest memory.

Wow… they are not positive memories…

My earliest memory is from when I was little- two, maybe three years old.

I was with my biological dad at his aunt’s house with her and some other people. I can recall sitting upstairs in the kitchen of her home at a table. My mom kept calling and when she would call, he (my dad) would yell and hang up on her (he was drunk).

I remember her coming to the door with two police officers and the police taking me from my dad and giving me to my mom.

That is my earliest memory. Told you it wasn’t positive!

To give a little background, my mother and father divorced shortly after I was born. My father was an alcoholic through and through. I had very little visitation with him. When I was younger, I probably had more visitation than when I was older.

My mother remarried shortly thereafter, but my father never remarried. He had a serious alcohol problem that affected all areas of his life. Most of my memories with him are negative- cigarette burn on my shoulder when he gave me a hug; threatening my grandmother with a butcher knife; threatening me; empty beer cans all over the home.

Unfortunately, the alcohol finally caught up to him on May 20th of this year and he is no longer suffering.

On the positive side, he tried very hard to let me know he loved me and while I regret the way our past was, I know that he did indeed love me and my kids (who he never got to meet), but that his addiction was more than he could handle alone and he had too many negatives on his side.