The sins of youth
Nov. 7th, 2010 06:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunchofgrapesMy mom had just turned 19 and my dad was 18 when I was conceived in the backseat of a car. My dad had been dating my mom for a little while but I was most definitely an oops baby, which lead to my dad doing the honorable thing. When I was born on my mother's 20th birthday (my dad was two months past his 19th birthday), my mother told my grandmother (bow chica wow wow grandma) that I was two months premature. I was not.
The marriage lasted four years (from what I've been told, it was lucky to make it a year) before they divorced. My dad finished one of his plethora of degrees, met a nice girl who worked at the university, joined the Navy and he and his new wife moved to Southern California. Fast forward to present and they just celebrated their 41 or 42nd wedding anniversary. Obviously, my dad got it right the second time.
Mom remarried a man named Ted when I was 5. Ted came from a wealthy NYC family. He had everything but he also had an alcohol and gambling problem. He wasn't a very lucky gambler and he was a nasty drunk. My mom was still married to him when I was in the first grade and what I remember most about the time my mom was married to Ted was that his dad was a very nice man who looked like Jack Benny, Ted broke his dad's thumb during a drunken rage, the repo man's name was Avery, and we had to move from our house so quickly that the box with all my baby stuff was left behind so except for a few pictures, I have no special baby blanket or baby book or anything. And yes, I'm still a little bitter about that. When I was in second grade Ted came by our apartment, drunk, and tried to beat the crap out of my mom. I ran next door and got the neighbor who was a pro wrestler. He picked Ted up by the back of his pants and literally threw him onto the front sidewalk. Needless to say, we never saw Ted again. Last I'd heard, my mom had a restraining order taken out and he could be arrested if he ever stepped foot in OK again.
My mom was an attractive woman when she was in her 20s and 30s. Attractive enough to have a couple of modeling jobs in the 70s. She liked to date so there were a lot of men parading through my life but she didn't remarry again until March, 1980. This time she was 37, I was 17 and the guy's name was Frank. Frank was also an alcoholic but he was mostly just a douche. They got married in Hot Springs, Arkansas and the next day, we went to the track (yes, I was there too). I remember this clearly because I got drunk the night before in a nightclub with my mom and Frank and won big at the track the next day. I looked older than 17 so I rarely got carded back then. Mom quickly realized that you can't shoot pool with a rope and got the marriage annulled she doesn't count that in her record of marriages but in my book if you say "I do" in front of the Justice of the Peace, you're married.
While my mom was briefly married to Frank, she met this guy named John. John lived at our apartment complex and looked like a cross between Mac Davis and Robert Foxworth (yes, I realize some of you will have no clue who these men are). I thought both of those men where kind of skanky but what can I say? My mother and I never had the same taste in men. John was a nice guy. He was divorced with three boys. The minute the ink was dry from her annulment, she and John started dating and it got serious fast. John wanted to buy a house out in the sticks and it was decided that he and my mom plus me, would move in together. It was my senior year in high school and no way was I changing schools so this meant I had a half hour commute to school every morning.
One thing that became obvious once mom and John shacked up was that yes, John was an alcoholic. He was mostly a lovable drunk but he was a drunk nonetheless. He even told my mom that alcohol would always be his first love but she accepted that and after 10 years of living together, finally married him. They are still together however back in July, John had a stroke. He actually came through it okay however the doctors told him he had to quit smoking and he had to quit drinking. He quit smoking no problem but quitting drinking is a different story. The doctor recognized that John can't quit cold turkey so he's allowed two "light" drinks a day. However, like a true alcoholic, he's got bottles hidden all over the house and when mom isn't looking, he's sneaks in much more than a "light" amount. A couple of times mom has come home to find him falling down drunk because you know, seizure medicine and alcohol go together like peas and carrots /sarcasm.
Yesterday was John's 68th birthday but I waited to call today because I knew my mother would talk and I didn't have the time yesterday. So after I had a brief awkward conversation with my stepfather (he's a nice guy but not the most talkative), he handed the phone off to my mother where I listened to her rant for a good half hour. Now I get that what she's dealing with is hard. But when you get married to a man who is an alcoholic and you accept that he's an alcoholic, you have to know that at some point, the past is going to catch up to him. And it's not going to be pretty. That's where my mother is now and honestly, it was all I could do to keep my mouth shut. But I did. I let her rant and talk about how she wants to get in the car and leave him and how she never has any time to herself any more (she had the last 10 years to herself because John was on the road all the time for business) and how this wasn't how growing old was supposed to be.
I get how frustrated and tired my mom is with John about the drinking and how it's messing with his medication and increasing his risk for another stroke. I get that this isn't how she expected growing old to be. But as I reminded her, this is the "in sickness" part of the marriage vows. It can't all be puppies and sunshine and a happy ride into the sunset. In my mothers case it's the "I didn't sign up for this, it's hard, I can't do what I want to do, and someone make it go away" pity party and I don't know what to tell her. Part of me is very happy I live 1,700 miles away but part of me is scared to death that I'll be in the same situation with her in a few years.
In my mom's case it will be the effects of 40+ years of smoking. She was told to quit when John quit a few months ago. She tried but that lasted about a week and then she said it was too hard. She now uses the excuse that she can't quit while she's going through this stress with John. She even said the doctor told her to quit when she was ready because she knew it was hard. Yeah, no one in the family believes that line. I expect at some point she'll have emphysema but she'll smoke anyway. I'm sure her excuse will be that she can't quit because of the stress of having emphysema and the doctor told her a couple of cigarettes a day will be okay. It's interesting that she sees no similarity between John and his drinking and her and her smoking. The only difference is his drinking has finally caught up with him.
The marriage lasted four years (from what I've been told, it was lucky to make it a year) before they divorced. My dad finished one of his plethora of degrees, met a nice girl who worked at the university, joined the Navy and he and his new wife moved to Southern California. Fast forward to present and they just celebrated their 41 or 42nd wedding anniversary. Obviously, my dad got it right the second time.
Mom remarried a man named Ted when I was 5. Ted came from a wealthy NYC family. He had everything but he also had an alcohol and gambling problem. He wasn't a very lucky gambler and he was a nasty drunk. My mom was still married to him when I was in the first grade and what I remember most about the time my mom was married to Ted was that his dad was a very nice man who looked like Jack Benny, Ted broke his dad's thumb during a drunken rage, the repo man's name was Avery, and we had to move from our house so quickly that the box with all my baby stuff was left behind so except for a few pictures, I have no special baby blanket or baby book or anything. And yes, I'm still a little bitter about that. When I was in second grade Ted came by our apartment, drunk, and tried to beat the crap out of my mom. I ran next door and got the neighbor who was a pro wrestler. He picked Ted up by the back of his pants and literally threw him onto the front sidewalk. Needless to say, we never saw Ted again. Last I'd heard, my mom had a restraining order taken out and he could be arrested if he ever stepped foot in OK again.
My mom was an attractive woman when she was in her 20s and 30s. Attractive enough to have a couple of modeling jobs in the 70s. She liked to date so there were a lot of men parading through my life but she didn't remarry again until March, 1980. This time she was 37, I was 17 and the guy's name was Frank. Frank was also an alcoholic but he was mostly just a douche. They got married in Hot Springs, Arkansas and the next day, we went to the track (yes, I was there too). I remember this clearly because I got drunk the night before in a nightclub with my mom and Frank and won big at the track the next day. I looked older than 17 so I rarely got carded back then. Mom quickly realized that you can't shoot pool with a rope and got the marriage annulled she doesn't count that in her record of marriages but in my book if you say "I do" in front of the Justice of the Peace, you're married.
While my mom was briefly married to Frank, she met this guy named John. John lived at our apartment complex and looked like a cross between Mac Davis and Robert Foxworth (yes, I realize some of you will have no clue who these men are). I thought both of those men where kind of skanky but what can I say? My mother and I never had the same taste in men. John was a nice guy. He was divorced with three boys. The minute the ink was dry from her annulment, she and John started dating and it got serious fast. John wanted to buy a house out in the sticks and it was decided that he and my mom plus me, would move in together. It was my senior year in high school and no way was I changing schools so this meant I had a half hour commute to school every morning.
One thing that became obvious once mom and John shacked up was that yes, John was an alcoholic. He was mostly a lovable drunk but he was a drunk nonetheless. He even told my mom that alcohol would always be his first love but she accepted that and after 10 years of living together, finally married him. They are still together however back in July, John had a stroke. He actually came through it okay however the doctors told him he had to quit smoking and he had to quit drinking. He quit smoking no problem but quitting drinking is a different story. The doctor recognized that John can't quit cold turkey so he's allowed two "light" drinks a day. However, like a true alcoholic, he's got bottles hidden all over the house and when mom isn't looking, he's sneaks in much more than a "light" amount. A couple of times mom has come home to find him falling down drunk because you know, seizure medicine and alcohol go together like peas and carrots /sarcasm.
Yesterday was John's 68th birthday but I waited to call today because I knew my mother would talk and I didn't have the time yesterday. So after I had a brief awkward conversation with my stepfather (he's a nice guy but not the most talkative), he handed the phone off to my mother where I listened to her rant for a good half hour. Now I get that what she's dealing with is hard. But when you get married to a man who is an alcoholic and you accept that he's an alcoholic, you have to know that at some point, the past is going to catch up to him. And it's not going to be pretty. That's where my mother is now and honestly, it was all I could do to keep my mouth shut. But I did. I let her rant and talk about how she wants to get in the car and leave him and how she never has any time to herself any more (she had the last 10 years to herself because John was on the road all the time for business) and how this wasn't how growing old was supposed to be.
I get how frustrated and tired my mom is with John about the drinking and how it's messing with his medication and increasing his risk for another stroke. I get that this isn't how she expected growing old to be. But as I reminded her, this is the "in sickness" part of the marriage vows. It can't all be puppies and sunshine and a happy ride into the sunset. In my mothers case it's the "I didn't sign up for this, it's hard, I can't do what I want to do, and someone make it go away" pity party and I don't know what to tell her. Part of me is very happy I live 1,700 miles away but part of me is scared to death that I'll be in the same situation with her in a few years.
In my mom's case it will be the effects of 40+ years of smoking. She was told to quit when John quit a few months ago. She tried but that lasted about a week and then she said it was too hard. She now uses the excuse that she can't quit while she's going through this stress with John. She even said the doctor told her to quit when she was ready because she knew it was hard. Yeah, no one in the family believes that line. I expect at some point she'll have emphysema but she'll smoke anyway. I'm sure her excuse will be that she can't quit because of the stress of having emphysema and the doctor told her a couple of cigarettes a day will be okay. It's interesting that she sees no similarity between John and his drinking and her and her smoking. The only difference is his drinking has finally caught up with him.
