Moving forward

After I moved in with my step mother everything was stable for about a year. My father was released from prison and everything changed. My father is a "thrifty and frugal" man. I was getting used to a comfortable life until he came into the picture. He can be very harsh at times. I remember one day I was crying and he told me to stop being a fucking pussy baby. I went from physical abuse to verbal abuse. From that moment forward I tried to never cry due to the fear of my father who was and is a very large man. I had meetings with my case worker about once a month on how I felt about my birth-mother and my situation. I never spoke of the verbal harshness from my dad.

Later in the year of my fathers return he decided to move us from Sheridan, Or. all the way to Biloxi, MS. The normal life style and friends I was growing accustom to are now once again, was getting ripped away from me. The trip was terrible. We took two over-packed U hauls towing two cars. We had the largest U hauls sitting on the shocks due to the weight. My dad is someone you would call a hoarder. Once I got to MS and started going to school it was really hard for me. The normal way I acted which was goofy, was now getting called gay. I had never been to school with black kids before until now. They where very racist towards me and I didn't understand racism at the time. In a few short years I went from bullying to being bullied. The feeling was terrible. I hardly made friends for the first few years.

 Lets get off subject here for a moment. I want to talk about the road trips when I was under 10 with my birth-mother  We constantly made trips from Grants Pass, Or. to Parker, AZ and everywhere in between. One instance of this sticks out. I had the chicken pox and I was very sick. My birth mother needed more drugs so we drove all the way down to AZ. I was in the back seat of a beat up Dotson car with no AC. I was vomiting and I rolled around so bad on the back seat that it scratched off a lot of my chicken pox scarring my back with pock marks to this day. I apologize but as I type new things come to mind.