Surprise, bus depot revisited

While my friend and I were stealing from the paper office we were also checking the bus depot once a month or so. Just watching for an opportunity.

It was starting to get cold out and we were all wearing coats most of the time. The boss had taken his keys and gone out to start his car and let it warm up. Oops, I immediately recognized the opportunity and told my friend to get ready as it was probably gonna happen.

It used to be that people had all their keys along with their car keys and because people who come from a cold climate hate cold cars, they usually don't want to shut them off to run back inside and lock a door that should be safe anyway.

So we played pinball while we waited for the boss to leave. Nothing new and no one was paying any attention to us. Not even the boss. It's kinda like kids our age, as long as we were quiet, were invisible. Horseplay and noise attracted attention, well behaved, didn't. I've never been much for horseplay or noise.

Lol, my stepfather used to bitch all the time because adults would just rave about me. How smart I was, how helpful I was, how hard I worked, what a good job I did and how nice I was. For some reason he could never believe they were talking about me. I'd say that's about normal for a kid. Heh, my mother never believed what other adults said about me, either.

Actually most adults thought I was a nice kid and better behaved than their own kids. If they only knew. With me what you thought you saw wasn't always what you got. They only got to see what I wanted them to see most of the time. That's still how it is. Good old Sun Tzu.

My niceness, my hard work and all the rest of it was the perfect cover. I was still getting straight a pluses at school and teachers loved me too. Everyone except my parents and my sister. Lol, people still think I'm nice, unless we get crosswise with each other than they always say the same thing. 'I thought you were nice but you're not very nice at all.' Perhaps they should have lied, cheated or stole from me.

Anyway, the bosses car finally got warm and he got ready to leave. The big question was would he lock the office door or not. When he finally got ready to go he came out of the office, pulled the door shut and went outside to his car.

When he started to back out my friend hurried and ducked into his office and pulled the door shut. I was supposed to whistle if anyone was coming but I knew it didn't much matter as there was no place to hide in the office.

Much to my surprise about 1 minute later the back door opened and the boss walked in. Lol, took me three tries to whistle but I managed to get it out. He headed straight for the office and I knew we were screwed and probably going to jail.

As I waited for the angry yelling to start in the office I was judging my chances about leaving, whether my friend would rat me out and if I'd go to jail. Adrenaline was working over time. While all this is going through my head I'm also playing he pinball machine like nothing is happening except pinball.

I was scared as hell but nothing was happening in the office, no noise, no yelling, nothing. However the boss had been in there for more than 2 minutes now and I was really getting worried. Finally he came out with his jacket on and walked upfront.

I gave the all clear whistle and in an instant here came my friend. I couldn't figure out how he hadn't been seen and couldn't wait for us to leave so he could tell me about it. He was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

We left and I asked him what the hell had happened. Turns out he'd heard my first whistle and quickly hid himself in the only place available and then had to stay there while the boss worked at his desk for those few minutes.

My friend hadn't gotten caught but he hadn't gotten any money either. The filing cabinet was empty. Bummer. Oh yeah, he pulled the chair out from the desk and hid under the desk in the cubbyhole there and pulled the chair back in. He said he thought he was breathing so loud the guy would hear him or accidentally kick him but it didn't happen.

So we got in got nothing and got out plus got the biggest scare we'd ever had. Lol, I promise, this is the last trip to the bus depot.

Stressed, depressed and worse, lied to

While we lived in Sioux City my mother would occasionally be gone over night or even for the weekend. I didn't care and was mostly glad to see she was gone.

Turns out what she was really doing was going out with and stay with a guy. She finally brought him to Sioux City and introduced my sister and I to him. He struck out the first day I met him as he had beer on his breath.

He was also a suckup, giving me 50 cents or a dollar every time he came. I didn't like him or think much of him. He didn't play with us, wasn't particularly interested in me and basically he and my mother couldn't wait to leave.

My sister liked him a lot tho. Lol, stands to reason as she's the one who got all of the attention and all of the new stuff. I won't say I didn't like the money as it let me buy more of the chocolate donuts that I loved. I finally ate so many of the things I didn't crave them anymore.

I was stressed when he was around so I'd escape and run the streets as much as possible. He never raised his voice to me or hit me, I just didn't like him. Probably a big part of the reason was because he wasn't my dad.

He didn't know how to fish, hunt, roller skate or any of the other things I loved to do. Heh, just remembered but I used to fish for some of the bigger minnows in the creek we weren't supposed to play in. Had a long branch with some string tied on it and a hook at the end. I used bugs and worms for bait. It was fun but catching those big minnows was harder than I thought.

Just had a thought but here's something no one knows about me. Of track but...when I was a kid I used to read under the blankets with a flashlight or put my little lamp under the covers if my parents were home.

School was good, life wasn't to bad overall and I was more or less content. Then one night my mother woke me up and told me we were going to move back to MN and that she was going to marry the guy she'd been seeing. I found out later she'd been seeing him before she left my Dad.

I was pissed. Really pissed and scared. At least living with her parents I was a lot safer than being away from them. At least we weren't moving until school was out. My life didn't get better but it did get different.

Non abused sister and severely abused brother

The bad thng about all of this is that my sister has no memory of any of this. I wouldn't expect here to as she was just to young to be able to tell what was going on. Also don't forget, she got treated very well, never got hit or beaten, had closets full of clothes while I had very little in the way of clothes or toys.

It's not her fault that she doesn't know any of this. Lol, reason I don't speak to her is that she has the attitude my mother raised her with. Queen of the world and you had better do what she says and act the way she says or incurr her wrath. She can't intimidate or control me so she gets very angry and upset about it. Heh, no one controls or intimidates me and hasn't since I was eight years old.

It's as if we were raised by different mothers. We weren't but she has a very hard time believing her wonderful mother was such a rotten bitch to me. She has no clue that most of this happened and she probably never will have. Unless I let her read this some day. That's doubtful unless my cousin gives her the url after I'm dead.

After my mother got divorced fro my father she used to tell me he wasn't my father and she didn't know who was. What she failed to understand about that was no matter how much it hurt me it also made her out as somewhat of a slut. I confirmed that thru some of her old friends and enemies when I was in my early twenties.

Surpise, surprise, most of the people I talked to about her said that's why my dad used to beat her. He caught her with other guys a few times. MOF she was sleeping with my future stepfather before she left town and got divorced. While I don't know for a fact it might be why she didn't have her other boys either but I do know she didn't want boys so she may have just dumped them on her first ex and ran off.

To my sister my mother was perfection and to me she was the worst bitch that ever lived. It's no wonder she has problems believing any of this.

Another thing my mother did was to put my father down all of the time. Every bad thing you could say about someone she said about him, to me. When the "I don't know who your father is" didn't work to well to hurt me anymore she changed her tactics. After that she'd tell me I was just like my father and belittle me for it.

What she didn't know was that if it pissed her off it made me very proud to be considered just like my father. While he beat me he didn't treat me near as bad as she did. Of course he didn't do anything about it either but if I had a choice who to be like I preferred it to be him rather than her.

Meanwhile I was still being mentally, physically and sexually abused and it continued for years. Now I'm 60 and the old crap still has an effect on my life. Just another reson why child abuse is such a bad thing