Diary - Entry 10
When one nightmare is not enough, why not have two or three and involve the other side of the family.
Another memory of the less than stellar performance of my parents, included the fact that my mother had taken (supposedly) a job at night at the local hospital as a receptionist (oh she received alright). There were some nights when she did not come home, but then, there were nights when my father failed to show up, as well.
Anyway, this particular night, was like many others. . . rather than have the common sense to leave us asleep and have someone come over, he bundled us, into the car and we all went looking for her in the middle of the night, with us in the back seat. My father deposited us at the Coachman Inn and called Mamaw McDaniel. She came and stayed with us. She was so mad at my dad, and she didn't take crap off of anyone!
The next time I saw my mother, she had a black eye. . .it didn't keep her home long. Eventually my father made her quit and stay home at night with us . . .where she belonged.
Their fighting became worse, to the point that furniture was broken, they tried to stab each other, and so on.
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