Every.Single.Time.

As I have said in previous posts, the true memories of my Mom coming in and out of my life started when I was around 8 or 9 years old.  I am not really certain about the order my memories happened during these pop-up visits that happened.

I do remember a few different guys coming home with her when she visited and the arguments that would happen when my Mom would call and tell my Grandparents that she wanted to come home.  She would ask if my Grandpa could come and pick her up from here or there.

I remember a time when she called stating she was this place or that, please come and pick me up. Grandma would say "Jim, don't go, you don't know who she has with her" "you don't know if the person she has with her will stab you or something".  My Grandpa did care though.  He would say "well, someone has to do it" "Someone has to pick her up".  Everyone would stay up for hours waiting for him to come back home.  He drove a blue Chevy truck to go and pick up my Mom and whatever friend she decided to bring home during the visits.  My Grandpa loved my Mom very much and would do whatever he could to bring her home. Every. Single. Time.

My grandparents owned a camper that would be put on the back of the truck bed when we would go on camping trips.  One time when she came home with a male friend my Mom and her boyfriend were allowed to stay in the camper to sleep.  As I have stated previously, I wanted so badly to be around my Mom and right by her side every second of every day while she was visiting that I begged if I could sleep in the camper with them.  I showed them how to make the beds in the camper (folding down the couch etc.).  She let me stay with them for a night.  Did I tell you that my Mom was not considerate and she would do absolutely anything a man wanted to keep that man?  She was addicted to them almost as much as she was addicted to drugs.

Well, that night after I begged to sleep with them in the camper, we all went to sleep.  They took the bunk area of the camper, you know the little itty bitty 1-2 foot space that would sit on top of the truck roof when on the truck?  I took the couch/bed underneath of them to sleep. However, that night again not thinking of her kid, my Mom and her boyfriend had sex above me.  Not considering that I was below them.  I think I was 8 or maybe 9 during that visit. 

I don't know when she left, or how she left.  I know that she would only stay for a little period with every visit and leave just as quickly as she came.  And I would hear my Grandpa in his "office" (bathroom) crying. Every. Single. Time.