Age 10, motherly love

How would it have affected you if your mother was dating not just a married man, but a married man that had many kids throughout your community? Well, I had to deal with it, along with my three sisters. He was supposedly my stepfather, had the same rights of whooping me that a father would have had, although he would come and go as he pleased. My mother put him first. He would come over for a few days, stay overnight and then go back to his wife or whomever. My mother accepted it, she was content. Her routine was looking out the 8th floor window, waiting for him to show up. She would see his car pull up, run to the bathroom and get dolled up, take her rollers out, let her hair down and put on sexy clothes. At that point was the only time she would allow us to go outside so that she could spend some alone time with him. She was extra nice when he came over. She would allow him to whoop me and my youngest sister with an extension cord. We all sustained busted heads/gashes running from the beating. I vividly remember I ran and crashed right into the wall busting the back of my head, but wasn’t taken to the hospital. I continued to get beat although I was bleeding. I just kept hearing her say, you will be fine. I couldn’t understand why my mom would allow this man to put his hands on us. We were teased by our peers. Our mother being called a whore because everybody knew he was married and they considered him a pimp. He wore suits, hats, cowboy boots, and fur coats all the time. I don’t recall him having a job. Due to the treatment I was embarrassed for myself and my sisters. I as angry; I rebelled. I started lying. I became a compulsive liar. While being into sports, I use to use sports as my way of getting away. This so called stepfather would send me to the store like I was his slave. I could be outside playing, it didn’t matter I would still have to go. My mother would make me go. I remember she would make his food, bring it to him while he laid in the bed, but she never did that for us. Granted there were only 2 bedrooms, she allowed him to let his two Alaskan Huskies dogs to live in our apartment when he lived somewhere else. The dogs had a room and when we would all sleep in the other room me, 3 sisters, my mother and him when he decided to stay over. Can you imagine six people all sleeping in a 8 by 8 room while his two dogs sleep in a room all to themselves?

There were 3 beds, my sisters slept together in one bed, I slept in another while my mom and stepfather slept in another, “yes this is one room”. Not to mention, he use to have a gun and bags of marijuana hidden under the mattress of the bed I slept in. I eventually start having nightmares, so that lead me to wetting the bed. When my mother found out, instead of finding out why, she would beat me with an extension cord. It had gotten so bad that she start making me sleep on the floor. I just continued to wet the carpet instead of the bed, she would beat me, he would beat me….I had to then sleep in the bathroom, but although I was right there it didn’t stop me from urinating. I had horrible nightmares and was afraid to get up. I start rebelling. I wanted to get him back. I started stealing his money. He would come over, take his clothes off and lay them across the bed so they wouldn’t get wrinkled. The bed he used to lay his clothes on was my sister’s bed. If they wanted to take a nap or go to bed, they would have to ask him to move them. I guess he noticed his money was missing which I had been stealing for months before I got caught. He set me up. I would never forget, my mother went grocery shopping, while putting the food away I was told to take the tissue to the bathroom. While doing so, it was my opportunity to get some money. As I was going into his pants pocket while I thought he was in the kitchen, he snuck up on me with my hands in the pants pocket. I was not only beaten that day with an extension cord by my mother, I was also beaten by him. As a punishment, I had to stay in the house the entire summer. No sports related activities whatsoever. This man dated my mother for 20 years; my mother became pregnant with her fifth child at the age of 35. He was never to be seen again when she told him she was pregnant. This same man even tried to fondle my 3 sisters and when they told my mother about his behavior, my mother didn’t believe them and took his side. It’s been nearly 27 yrs and this man is nowhere to be found. My youngest sister and his daughter have never seen her father. The moral of this story is: I say to all you single parents out there, don’t be desperate for a man. No man is worth denying your child or putting before your children. No man is worth losing your kids. Where is he now? and you and your daughters still don’t have a relationship.