Monthly Archives: June 2011

Happy Father’s Day- To Yours, Not Mine

Freshly pressed reminded that tomorrow is Father’s Day. Of course I didn’t need any more reminding of it… the occasion is everywhere.

I’ve met good fathers throughout my life- but certainly not mine, or his, or my mother’s. Or my cousins, or my step-siblings. This is really starting to sound like a family thing. Perhaps I should be thankful that I wasn’t born a boy into my family.

My dad took us (my brother and I) to the beach. We played soccer in the park every other week. He brought me corn in the cob from that place I really liked. These memories seem nice but that’s all I have, and they didn’t last past the day I turned 6 or 7.

I didn’t grow up seeing my parents together. He cheated and my mom was brave and smart enough to leave him when we were really little. He was somewhat around until he found more women and had more children. He didn’t help my mom with our caring- financially or emotionally.

Then he heard I was gay. He said he was disappointed.

I really wish I had an actual father to celebrate tomorrow. But if I don’t call him tomorrow, he’ll have more children that might do so still. His odds aren’t bad. Can’t say the same for mine.

-Mrs. This One

Life is a Roller Coaster

It seems today is the first time I’ve regained some sense of freedom and peace of mind. It is though, a lie, if you consider all the errands I have yet to work myself through, because I refuse to give up just yet what some would call a vacation.

Last week we became college seniors. It’s weird still to even spell that out. I can vividly remember the day I decided to go to college, and now I’m barely a year away from graduation- if things continue to go this way.

Things have changed, evolved, developed, shifted, collapsed and rebuilt themselves all over again. The Mrs has gotten two A’s for this quarter already (she’s waiting to hear back from another grade). I don’t know any of my grades, and I shamefully confess that I have any clue as to what those grades might look like.

I became a greek. I rushed, went through the process, the rituals, the bonding, and became a sister. It was difficult at times to share my heart between my love and my big sister, but this is something I needed to do for myself. I always wanted to be greek. I had my chance and I took it. I will be the Public Relations Officer for my sorority during my senior year. This also makes me Rush Chair. I am thrilled. I could be having a little sister sometime next year.

I will be also doing an internship at the Supreme Court in Downtown L.A. Pretty neat, huh? The Mrs. will be working to finish her Honors Thesis. I have an LSAT test to take in October. She has the GRE.

Life has been pretty much a roller coaster, but we’re still holding on. Even as the ones we love are falling apart.

More stories to come.

-Mrs. This One

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