I Got Robbed!

     When I wrote the last blog, I thought I remembered my last memory before my Mom was on her way to prison.  However, this memory slapped me in the brain when I was driving home from an appointment.

     I am not sure if my Mom came back one more time after her stint in rehab or if it was the next year.  I just cannot remember, and I cannot remember which scenarios can exactly put "two-n-two" together.  However, I can remember this particular time that sticks out well, and why I am so protective of my things that I worked hard for and paid for myself.....

     This time when she was home, she knew a trucker.  He was a nice guy.  He was an older man, not anything special; he was just a plain guy that drove rigs.  She did mention one time that she knew him because she has gotten rides from him before.  

     She stayed with us for a little while. I remember taking her to the Alpena Mall to walk her around; the funny thing about this adventure to the great mall (it is actually a tiny mall with about 10 stores 😁) is that I wanted to be seen with her. I wanted someone to see me with my Mom.  I was only known for living with my Grandparents, so I wanted people to know I had a Mom.  I actually thought my Mom was so beautiful.  I wanted people to see my beautiful Mom. Even though a few of her teeth were starting to fall out. There were no people my age that day at the mall.  I didn't get the chance to show her off.  On that visit, she actually got her hair cut also.  She got a crazy haircut; it was what was "in" in the 90s. I think it was an asymmetrical haircut, short and spiky on one side and then got longer as it went around the head.  

     After staying with us for a little while,  she went and lived with the trucker for a little while.  She had a way to seduce and use men who were not real "lookers" and not rich, just ordinary men who worked hard for their money.  She could get these men to give her stuff.  The trucker is one of those guys, basically a good-guy from what I know.  He had his own house, so that was a good thing....right?  She probably got some money from him to get whatever she wanted or needed.  I remember at one time during this visit home, she came back to the house to get a few bags (trash bags) of clothes, and then she was gone. 

     When I looked in my closet later, I noticed that she loaded that trash bag with my clothes!  She filled it with my jeans,  shirts, and sweaters! And then I found that she stole my good boots that were expensive! Expensive for me because I had to work hard for them.  I was pissed!  I was robbed by my damn Mom! It really pissed me off because I worked so hard over the summer to buy those clothes, and I loved those boots!

    To this day, if someone takes anything that is mine without me giving it to them, or if they ruin something that is mine that I worked hard for and earned, I will have a really hard time trusting them again.