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Topic: My life anonymous
Greetings all, This is my 1st entry in what I hope to be a thought provoking and therapeutic journey(for me and hopefully for readers as well).

Where better to start than at the beginning.....I had the unfortunate luck to be born into a rather odd and dysfunctional family. I mean we put the "fun" in dysFUNctional! I was born in the deep South to a 17 year old Mother. What's more I have a 1/2 brother that is 2 years older. Since my Mother was too immature to grasp the concept of parental responsibility my brother and I were pretty much raised by my Grandparents. We were quite poor, My Grandmother stayed home and took care of us while my Grandfather worked the night shift at a shipyard. He was also a born-again Christian and preached every Sunday on the radio. This is all fine except that he was completely nuts! I remember many sleepless nights in which "PawPaw" would be praying, crying, and speaking in tongues til the wee hours of the morning. That, or begging and crying like a baby to my "MawMaw" for sex. It didn't matter that us kids were sleeping (or trying to) only a few feet away on the living room floor. That's right, there was only one spare bed and usually anywhere from 2 to 6 kids at any given time staying there. Oh, and he was also a closet drunk (but only Mon-Sat). I could actually write an entire book on PawPaw and I'm sure that he would have been a good case study for some Psychologist.
My Mother's 1st husband was my older 1/2 Brother's father Eugene. He was in the Air Force and he knocked up my Mom when she was 15 years old. Naturally they got married. As I understand it the marriage was very brief and good ole Eugene disappeared as quickly as he appeared, never to be heard from again. My Father was her 2nd husband. This is an interesting story...As it was related to me my Father, Savvas, was a Greek Merchant Marine. His ship came to port near our town and while he was on liberty he met my Mother. Apparently the language barrier wasn't an issue for them since he hardly spoke a word of English and she certainly couldn't speak Greek. Nonetheless, they hooked up. Anyway, as the story goes, they immediately fell madly in love and were married 2 weeks after meeting. (Does the movie "Green Card" come to mind?) Supposedly Savvas had gotten his Captain's permission to get married however, on their honeymoon he was arrested for being AWOL and was confined to his ship until it left port. That was the last of Savvas! The government promptly annulled the marriage. But alas, my Mother had gotten pregnant with me during their short time together. I was told that Savvas tried for two years to get back into the USA. I guess my Mother's attention span was a bit shorter than that of a gnat because when he finally did manage to get back She had already married her 3rd husband only a couple weeks earlier. Sadly I don't remember him showing up and to this day it hasn't been made clear if he even knew about me. I'm sure there's more to the story but frankly, it never really mattered to me for some reason.
Anyway, I don't recall my Mother being around much during my early childhood. As the story goes she was on the run with her husband #3 for a couple of years. His name was Gerard but he went by the name "Tiny". Tiny was about 6' 8" and around 400 pounds and mean as hell! Apparently he had a bad habit of robbing banks and he was obviously not very good at it because the F.B.I. was chasing him all over the country and he took my Mother along for the fun. I do have an early memory of taking a very long drive to go visit her. I must have been about 4 or 5 years old at the time. She was staying in a tiny room above a garage. I don't remember where it was but I vaguely remember thinking that she was like a stranger to me.

Anyway, that's all for tonight...got to get up for work in the AM. Yes, somehow I became a contributing member of society. More on that later....