STOLEN!!!

I just got off the phone with my hubby.  He had just gotten off of the phone with my mom.  She was asking if we had borrowed my dad’s pick up truck for anything.  Kevin was a little insulted at first.  He told her would never borrow anything without asking permission first.  My mom was quite bummed because it looks like someone stole my dad’s truck.

My parents live on the end of a country road.  The road wraps clear around the house and ends at the garage.  The garage is well hidden so a person would have to know it was there.  There are only 5 houses on the road.  No roads link to it at all.  It comes straight off of the highway….and not easily either. 

So remember that last post, where I wrote about family being at my parents house last night, that we didn’t like there?  (If not click here.)   I seriously think one of those folks had something to do with my dad’s truck missing.  I could point my finger at about 5 right off the top of my head. 

I bet the heat is on at their house right now because my dad did not want any of those people there AT ALL!!!  He was irate. 

I feel so bad for my dad some days.  I think he could do so much more for himself if he didn’t have my mom dragging him down.  I could never say that to their faces but everyone sees it. 

I just hope they find his truck in one piece…though I know that’s wishful thinking!

The Past & I Collide

Last night was a rough night but I handled it well.  As you have heard me say in the past, the 1st 15 years of my life I spent bouncing from one biological home to another before finally landing in foster care for the next 3.  I live in a very small town.  My biological dad was involved with some women in my adopted mother’s family.  He even had a child with one of them.  He also molested one of them. 

Well, last night my favorite cousin on the planet had her wedding reception.  It was held at my adopted parents house.  I was sooo excited to go because I also think the guy she married is totally awesome. 

Imagine my surprise when I walked in with my entire family and there was one of the women who married my biological dad as well as my half-brother.  The mom of the girl he molested was also there.  It was like a flood of emotion for me.  I didn’t know what to do.  I didn’t know how to handle myself.  I just stayed as close to my husband as he’d allow and focused on my four kids. 

We only stayed an hour, just long enough for everyone to eat and say congrats to the bride and groom.  I’m not an eat and run kind of gal so I felt really bad about leaving. Luckily, the bride knows everything about the situation and completely understood that I had to go.  She had told me that she had tried to keep these people from the reception but her mother had insisted and invited them without her knowing.  She wasn’t happy they were there either. 

I was really happy that I at least got a glimpse of my baby brother.  He is 10 now.  He even knew who I was and seemed excited to see me.  I wish I could have a relationship with him but I can’t jeopardize my girls to do that.  My baby brother doesn’t know what a monster our father is.  And I won’t tell him until he is a grown man.  I hope that he grows up well and I can have a good relationship with him when he is an adult.