16 years, 2 hours and 43 minutes ago my mother cried, my father smiled with pride and Renee discovered just how badly her father had hurt her.
This day has always been bad. It's Renee's mom's birthday. On this day in 1987, I entered a MEPS station and disappeared for 8 months. This was also the same day in 1987 that Renee discovered that her father hadn't been doing as he was supposed to (ordered by the courts since he couldn't seem to pay child support), by paying for half of her college tuition and left her with a very angry college and an outstanding $5000 bill. They kicked her out, ended her dream and her father died, at least to her. She's not dealt with him except when forced to. Also, understand, this wasn't an isolated incident for her father. He had a regular tendancy to steal from her... blew her savings account on a down payment for a boat for himself... Never paid child support and her mother would make her go beg from him for money... Stole savings bonds from her to buy something for his "new" children....
Yes... this is the thing about this day that I have a hard time forgetting. This is the day that I began to learn how to squeeze a trigger, set a few ounces of lead spiraling and not care about it later. This is also the day that I was given a reason to want to have that opportunity, not just do it and not care about it. I wanted to do it and smile while the son of a bitch writhed in pain.
Renee is in her last year of college and it's because of this day, 16 years ago, that she has worked so hard and that I've slaved in shit jobs, just to make sure that she could do it, because we had to pay that old bill so that she could go back to school. When she's done with this and with her mother dead, her father doesn't exist to her. I've no reason to desire killing him. At that point, she's defeated him.
How do I feel? Cold... predatory... I'm not entirely sure...
This day has always been bad. It's Renee's mom's birthday. On this day in 1987, I entered a MEPS station and disappeared for 8 months. This was also the same day in 1987 that Renee discovered that her father hadn't been doing as he was supposed to (ordered by the courts since he couldn't seem to pay child support), by paying for half of her college tuition and left her with a very angry college and an outstanding $5000 bill. They kicked her out, ended her dream and her father died, at least to her. She's not dealt with him except when forced to. Also, understand, this wasn't an isolated incident for her father. He had a regular tendancy to steal from her... blew her savings account on a down payment for a boat for himself... Never paid child support and her mother would make her go beg from him for money... Stole savings bonds from her to buy something for his "new" children....
Yes... this is the thing about this day that I have a hard time forgetting. This is the day that I began to learn how to squeeze a trigger, set a few ounces of lead spiraling and not care about it later. This is also the day that I was given a reason to want to have that opportunity, not just do it and not care about it. I wanted to do it and smile while the son of a bitch writhed in pain.
Renee is in her last year of college and it's because of this day, 16 years ago, that she has worked so hard and that I've slaved in shit jobs, just to make sure that she could do it, because we had to pay that old bill so that she could go back to school. When she's done with this and with her mother dead, her father doesn't exist to her. I've no reason to desire killing him. At that point, she's defeated him.
How do I feel? Cold... predatory... I'm not entirely sure...
I hope things are going better. *gives you a flower*
Smile
I don't know. i'm feeling silly today
Nice to meet you though