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When I was five I remember my father very clearly, I remember him sitting on our little couch and hitting a wand against the flat of his big hand. I'm not sure if our couch was really little or the fact that my father was just a big man. At 6 feet 3 inches and nothing but solid muscle People always noticed him. He was gorgeous to as I always hear women whisper about him. I think my father was some kind of legend because when people find out he's my father, they get this excitement about them and they prune all over me.

My father was a man that needed to get noticed he was a man that had to be in control at all times and believe me if he was it ... let's just say there would be hell to pay. My mother was afraid of my father, I dont think I would ever understand as to why intill later on in my life, No at 5 I knew she was scared of him but I never knew why.

I only saw my father for about one week a year.Not sure if that was his choice of my mothers , I was 5 I didn't have the understanding in all of this mess.

This was his one week and he all ready was in a pisy mood to start with. No body makes him wait and that's exactly what my aunt was doing. My aunt took my sister to the store and she was running late bringing her back. My mom stood against the wall running her hands together in a nervous way and keep looking at the front door I remember at 5 I could feel the tenseness in the room.

That was my first real good memory of my father.....

My secound was in that same week, He took us camping my sister and I up at the Catskills in NY. I remember missing my mother so much and I didn't like my father 's knew wife, She kept feeding her kids cough medicine to shut them up and i knew that there was something wrong with that. Also her and my father's children were the same age as me, my Parents were married when I was born??

My father didn't like me missing my mother, because he was it the center of my universe so what does any father do... He slapped me across my face and called me a stupid bitch. Now I was told by my sister what happen next she talks about this to this day. She said that I glared at my father I didn't cry I didn't speak I just stood there with my hands in fists and glarred at him. My sister said that our father got all red and walked away from me.

That was the last week I ever saw my father