Serious beating and life goes on

The only serious beating I remember from Denison happened while my favorite cousin and her mother were visiting us. This is my aunt who had previously brought her boyfriend in an earlier post.

They visited for a few days to a week. Actually I think my aunt and her husband were having major problems so she came to our place to hide out. She and the bitch who gave birth to me were best friends.

Naturally my aunt also drank a lot so my stepfather, mother and aunt spent a lot of time in the bar downstairs which left us kids upstairs and alone to do whatever we wanted. Mostly we played quietly together but now and then we got a little wild.

Sometimes we went over to the courthouse and played on the big lawn they had and sometimes we played in back in the parking lot with the kids from next door. Nothing amazing at all. Just kids playing and having fun.

As I had said before there was one huge room that was divided by a curtain. This curtain went across the width of the room and was hung on a two inch thick wooden pole. It was set into two c shaped holders on each end and had something hold it up in the middle so it didn't sag. Don't remember exactly what that was but it did allow the pole to lift out.

When the adults were gone we used to jump on the beds, have pillow fights, play tag and hide and seek. We had enough room to do all of that easily.

We were playing tag and running around the curtain and getting caught in it, etc. When I ran under it, with my sister chasing me, it fell down and hit her in the head. The top of her head was bleeding and she said I did it on purpose. I didn't but that wasn't going to matter.

My cousin ran downstairs to get our parents and in the meantime I hid, really well so I couldn't be found. I knew I was going to get a bad beating and because my sister was going to lie and they had been drinking it was going to be very bad.

Heh, just had a thought. I wonder how many concussions I got, as a kid, from the beatings I received.

It took them hours to find me as I had crawled up into the closet on the top shelf and put some of the stuff in front of me. By then they were pretty well sober but I still got beat with fists and kicked and punched by both parents.

I'm pretty sure tomorrow will be the last or next to last post about Denison and what happened there. It's really the best thing that happened to me in my first 13 years of life.

Still bored in Denison

My cousins mother, who I always wished was my mother, showed up at our apt with her boyfriend. Didn't make me very happy because I liked her husband much better. It also changed all of our sleeping arrangements so that didn't make me happy either.

They and my parents also spent a lot of time drinking so I was also in more trouble than usual. I was also quite angry that my aunt was screwing over her husband with a boyfriend so I was more than a little crappy in the way I treated them.

I didn't have as much freedom in Denison as I had other towns because the bar my parents drank in was right down stairs from our apt. Plenty of freedom in the daytime as they both worked but daytime has never been my time of day.

I've been a night person pretty much since I was born. I'm quite comfortable in the dark and always have been. Sunshine hurts my eyes. I just don't like bright. I've always been one of those people who keeps it dark inside too, even in the daytime.

Shades are all pulled and curtains are closed. I don't know where the habit came from. When I'm not traveling and have my own place I always have room darkening blinds and curtains. One small lamp on is all I need. When I'm traveling the motels all have room darkening drapes and I always keep them pulled. Vampires and I have a lot in common in that area. ;)

OTOH I love to lay in the sun, by the water, and tan but I wear my goggles from the tanning booth or my dark sunglasses.

Oops, wandering again.

My aunt and her boyfriend stayed for 4 or 5 days and I was pissed off at her for years over that. Reality is it was none of my business but I really did feel bad for her husband and my cousin. The whole incident just caused me a lot of stress.

Lol, my mouth used to get me into a lot of trouble. Hmm, used to my butt, still does. I've always been kinda blunt and have never had a lot of tact or sugar coated whatever I had to say. I've learned over time to just keep my mouth shut but things still come out that shouldn't have been said. I said a few things to my aunt, that were true, but tactless as hell and caused me a worse than average beating.

School was easy in Denison because, as I've stated before, Minnesota was like a full grade ahead of Iowa schools so it was boring. I'd already learned the stuff the year before. So that was just plain boring.

My aunt came back about 3 months later bringing my favorite cousin with her. She's still my favorite relative and I like her better than anyone else in the world. She's one of the few people in the world that if she calls and says she needs me I will drop everything I am doing and go to her immediately and do whatever I can to help.

For me to do that for anyone is beyond rare. It's right next to unheard of. I wouldn't even do that for my sister.

Somehow, in Denison I talked my parents into letting me get a BB gun. I don't quite know how that happened but I had it and it was going to get me into trouble with my mother and stepfather after a few months.

From my perspective Denison was a boring, boring place. I don't remember any teen center, bowling alley, roller skating rink or anything for kids to do. Not even a lake anywhere close by that I could get to. Just nothing.

I had my paper route, which was quite small compared to the one I had in Fairmont. Between the cash I'd stolen in Fairmont, the money I could steal from my drunken parents and the cigarettes I stole from both of them I didn't have much need for anything else. Oh, and I always shoplifted the BBs for my BB gun.

Heh, don't remember if I mentioned it before but my stepfather was a butcher so we always had great cuts of meat to eat. Unfortunately I was still required to do most of the cooking. It did come in handy when I moved out on my own tho.

Just a nothing place with nothing happening, ever.