05-19-2007, 12:00 AM
My parents grew apart when I was growing up and at the age of six my father left my mother and moved away up north. I went through a succession of step-fathers, each one worse than the preceding one. Three tyrants that would forge a young warrior.
Step father one was a alcoholic and would make fun of me whenever he could.I learned from him the art of lying. During this time I read "Huckleberry Fynn" and The "Odyessey" which had profound impacts on a very young impressionable child. I had the most difficult time getting along with other children during this period and would become a social outcast from this point on.
Step Father one showed me deception and he even hired a maid who he was caught cheating on my mother with. When this came out well he became history.
Step father two was a violent man. He would beat the hell out of me hoping to cure me of my outcast ways.I learned to stay away from his hands and would stay out late till he was asleep before going to my room as his temper was that of a madman.
One night he tried to strangle my mother. I found him in the bathroom with his hands around my mother's throat. She looked at me and I her. She gasped "run", which I did, I ran to the neighbors and police were called and he was stopped.
Step father three was the ultimate petty tyrant. He was a ex-green beret and full time soldier. He was also a war photographer and had a eye for detail. Another violent man whose goal as my step-father was to straighten me out.
I could tell stories about him for pages but I will say I could move a item on his bar a few cenimeters and he would instantly notice and demand who did it and there would be punishment. He constantly told me, I would never be anything and I was a loser and worthless,etc. etc.
He and my mother were together for many years before finally divorcing. One night we came to blows and I left my home for the final time.
Seriously, he made my life hell but I learned. Oh yes I learned...
Step father one was a alcoholic and would make fun of me whenever he could.I learned from him the art of lying. During this time I read "Huckleberry Fynn" and The "Odyessey" which had profound impacts on a very young impressionable child. I had the most difficult time getting along with other children during this period and would become a social outcast from this point on.
Step Father one showed me deception and he even hired a maid who he was caught cheating on my mother with. When this came out well he became history.
Step father two was a violent man. He would beat the hell out of me hoping to cure me of my outcast ways.I learned to stay away from his hands and would stay out late till he was asleep before going to my room as his temper was that of a madman.
One night he tried to strangle my mother. I found him in the bathroom with his hands around my mother's throat. She looked at me and I her. She gasped "run", which I did, I ran to the neighbors and police were called and he was stopped.
Step father three was the ultimate petty tyrant. He was a ex-green beret and full time soldier. He was also a war photographer and had a eye for detail. Another violent man whose goal as my step-father was to straighten me out.
I could tell stories about him for pages but I will say I could move a item on his bar a few cenimeters and he would instantly notice and demand who did it and there would be punishment. He constantly told me, I would never be anything and I was a loser and worthless,etc. etc.
He and my mother were together for many years before finally divorcing. One night we came to blows and I left my home for the final time.
Seriously, he made my life hell but I learned. Oh yes I learned...