My stepdad was laying on the sofa and told me to go get him a Q-Tip. I had had enough. I pretended not to hear him. My mom stepped in and told me to go get it. I said no. My mom said if you don’t go get him a Q-tip I am not taking you to your friend’s house. That’s when I lost it. I started screaming and crying I hate him over and over. On the drive to my friend’s house, I vaguely remember telling my mom what happened. Later, when she picked me up, she said nothing about it. Nothing. Over the years I would periodically bring it up, usually when I was drinking. Of course my stepfather denied it.
Now to what my mom said that made my jaw drop. I was in my early 30s talking to my mom on the phone drinking. I brought it up again. This time she raised her voice and said, I asked him and he said he didn’t do it! What do you want me to do? (I had been carrying this alone since 5th grade and this is what she chose to say). I was crushed again. I said, I want you to believe me. Why would I keep bringing this up for over 20 years. Back in 2001 after it had already been Christmas and not yet New Year’s Day- one night this loud noise outside all of a sudden happened.