Intro part two...

  So you might say, are you going to just tell us your past or will there be anything relevant in this blog. I say hang on give me a bit of time to give you some insight into who I am; really it will help you understand some of my points of view.
  When we last spoke I was a six year old in the dreary state of North Dakota. Now don't go all postal on me if you live there, parts of the state are nice, where I was living was dreary, flat, and nothing stopped the wind coming down from the north pole. So there I am in a place that I hate, with a mom who was absentee parent for the most part and a sister who I am pretty sure wanted to be an only child. At this time we are living with mom's second husband who, well not to put to nice of a term on it, turned out to be a monster. I know that my mom and my sister don't want to deal with it but the guy molested me and my sister. I ended up going through therapy in my later life but mom and sister are still in denial. Its kind of a game changer in the way that you look at adults. I didn't have anyone I could turn to as hell my mom sure wasn't going to listen to me. She would have whacked me for lying. I didn't have any trusted aunts or uncles or anything to turn to. And my mom wonders why the teachers reported my grades going down the drain and that I often told others that I wished I would die of cancer or something. The abuse ended when I was about 10 after mom had had two affairs and decided that another guy was a better bet as he had more money. I figured out that my mom gravitates towards guys with money. So she divorces creep and then moves us back to Denver and guess what! The freaking creep follows us. This guy for twelve years had been my father, in fact he made my biological dad sign away his rights so he could adopt us, and the shit he did will never leave my soul. I have forgotten so much of that time in my life, I think my brain is just trying to keep me sane. So there we are in Denver with my mom's family and she takes up with the creep again?!?! What! I was so unhappy I really wanted to die at that time in my life. So a year of violent arguments that were so bad that my sister and I locked ourselves into my room to hide. I had insisted that I have a lock on my door. Then one day mom's last boyfriend showed up and the next thing I knew we were being whisked off to Glendive Montana. We stayed there for a year before going back to North Dakota and then after a few years we moved to Alaska.
  I have always wondered if you are truly born where you enter the universe or where it is that you come into your own self. For me that was Anchorage Alaska. All the way of that move, imagine if you can driving through Canada for 3 weeks with all of the household goods, the dogs, the smuggled cat and no sister (she decided she would rather live with the creep); the mountains and forests sang to me. Seriously I had never felt such peace seep into my soul. There wasn't a thing I didn't like about the state.  I was reading Tolkien's "Lord of the Rings" series at the time and could see Middle Earth as we moved.
  Now to most of you reading books isn't a remarkable thing but you have to understand no one in my house read. Nope there were no books or music or art around the house while I was growing up. And to make matter worse when in third grade I was taken out of regular schools and put into gifted programs for a highly advanced IQ it put even more strain into my relationships with family. My mom couldn't understand why I would want to read. I wanted to read everything, and I mean whatever I could get my hands on. I wanted to know. This was not a sentiment shared in the house. I loved music, I loved art, I loved nature. I think in my mom and sisters eyes I was abnormal. I wasn't what they considered typical.  Not reading would be like not breathing to me. Later in life when my hubby was with the military I swear you could hear the movers just cringe when they saw the amount of books they would have to move. I would rather give up furniture than my books.
 Ok now that I have gotten off course I guess I will end it here for the moment, I feel the need to go pick up a book and actually feel the pages between my fingers. I think I hear Alexander Dumas calling from upstairs.

     Byee for now,
 Atypical Life in AK