Did I ever tell you about my father?

Did I ever explain why I am so screwed up when it comes to guys? I didn't think so either. Here goes:

My father would be the reason. All the times that I waited for him to show and he never did. For the "perfect" (in comparison to the other career criminal and drug-addicted local siblings I had) behavior, the honor roll, the never needing bail money. All I ever asked him to really do on a financial basis was to buy my mother's escort from my sister for me. (Hard to explain...don't want to...but my sister was my legal guardian for a time in high school)

Mind you, I had been hearing since pre-teen years that when I was 16, he was going to buy me a car. So, I turned 16 and??? You guessed it! NADA!

Then the story morphed into when I become a senior, he'll buy me a car. Yeah....still nothing. It morphed yet again into when I graduate.

Now it's crunch time. I am about to graduate from high school and leave for college in 3 months. Hey, let's make this easy for you! You can simply 'buy' the Escort from my sister for me and have one of your mechanic friends to fix the cracked head! The car is a STEAL at only $500! Guess what??? He started complaining about how Fords are a piece of crap and it's not gonna be worth it to fix it and "blah, blah, blah" is pretty much what I remember.

So, I graduate high school and go live with my mom in Springfield. By day, I worked 6a-2p, 5 days a week at the Wendy's across the street from our townhouse. In the evenings a few nights a week, I worked from 3p-11p at the Denny's just down the block. Why so much working you ask???

Well, back then, when you took your Ford to the shop and was told you had water in the oil, it meant your head gasket or the actual head itself was cracked. You prayed for the gasket since it was LOADS cheaper to repair. Replacing the head was damn near like buying a rebuilt transmission and having it installed!!! There were 4 figures involved in the total repair bill, and this was in 1991! Yeah right, like it was the gasket on my escort!!! So I needed to make as much money as I could to get my car fixed before it was time for me to go to college. Yes, I said my car. The working was also to pay my sister for the car itself, as well as the repairs!

This next part goes to show who your REAL Father is. When my sister had all the money together from me, she put the car in the shop who originally told her about the cracked head. Imagine all of our surprise when he said the car was fine! He did a tune-up and oil change and sent us on our way!!!

That is the first real event that I can remember. This will run as a little mini-series, so the next part will be later in the week. I can only dredge up so much at one time. Thanks for understanding.