Family Ties  

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There were two daughters, separated by 3 years. They grew up moving around a little bit. Never in the same place all that long. Maybe not moving out of town, but house to house was the order of the day. It didn't seem to hurt the children on the outside, but on the inside where it mattered there were changes. Those girls learned to never make really good friends, because after all they would just move away and that hurt too much. So their childhood was spent entertaining each other more than other children. you would think that these 2 sisters would be thicker than thieves.

The teen years hit, and of course things changed a little bit. One was a teen the other still pre and everybody knows that puberty does some funny things to the mind (as well as the body). The girls would still hang out, but maybe not so much as before. The oldest had discovered boys, and that opened a whole new world. Her dad was too busy making a living to pay all that much attention to what the girls did. he was usually only around on the weekends. They found out later, that making a living wasn't necessarily working, he had other "interests" that didn't include making money. They did include other women though.

Their mom tried in the best way she could to make a normal home for the girls, but she was ill-equipped to handle anything that required that much emotional involvement. It seems the whole family had a pretty huge emotional detachment. The girls continued to grow up learning to be cordial without getting attached. Eventually both girls were teens and that's where the headaches began.

The youngest of them thought that boys were just objects to be used for whatever she could make them do. She was a pretty girl, and when she wanted to she could be oh so sweet. Not many would guess that she was a borderline sociopath. This girl was basically without conscience. The oldest tried harder to be the kind of person she thought was expected. besides that she wanted so much to be praised by her parents. She did well in school, never got in trouble, and did her chores. Funny thing, how parents are automatically drawn to the troublemakers, they think they need to fix what's wrong. They don't understand that sometimes, all they need to do is pay some more attention to their child. That younger daughter was making waves, not big ones, just enough to get her on the radar with her parents. She figured out that the best way to get attention from them was to get into a little bit of trouble. Then they would come running in to try and fix the problem.

A few more years ran by and the older girl was in a relationship. She was serious about this, or so she thought. Soon to be a senior in high school, she looked forward to being with him. He had defended her against everybody and everything that stood in front of her. For the first time in her life, she understood what it meant to have somebody love her unconditionally. It scared her though, because deep down she knew this couldn't last. She had learned that lesson a long time ago. As soon as you start to really care about somebody, that was when everything went bad and either they would move or the object of her affection would. Sure enough her father came home one afternoon, just as summer vacation had started. "We are moving." It turns out that he had a chance to buy a business and they just couldn't pass up the opportunity. Once again her theory was proven correct. Fall in love and get hurt. What was the point really.

She knew she had to tell her boyfriend the bad news. He took it in stride, never complained or got bitter that she could see. She just figured he was already figuring other girls he could get. So they enjoyed their summer, but she always remembered that it would be only a matter of weeks until her life would have to start over yet again. The hot months flew by, and they had a great time. He had graduated that year, and although he worked much of the time he would always find time to get to her house, or write her a letter (that's when people write down words on paper). Before she knew it August was over. Summer had come to and end.

The family moved about 3 1/2 hours away. The boyfriend helped move them into the new house, and told her that he would visit often. She knew he was just being nice. After all how could he drive 3 1/2 hours that often while he was working. Plus she had one more year of school. Things couldn't look worse for her. She hated her family, she hated her life, and she hated her boyfriend for trying to be nice. She wanted everybody and everything to go away. So many times she had secretly wished that she was brave enough to just end it all. She realized that she didn't have that courage to take her life though. She was resigned to the fact that she would have to endure yet another new town, and another new school. Somehow she would have to find people to at least hang around with for the year. After all she would be a senior and she was coming into a school where everybody had known each other for at least 6 years, and in many cases much longer. She knew that this would be a year to forget. Why couldn't her dad just find work in town, and she could try to be normal and get to be with her friends for her last year of high school. She thought him a bastard, but just as quickly was guilty for thinking such a thing. She loved him so much that she didn't say a word. She was convinced that Dad was doing this for the family. She didn't realize at that young age that her dad was indeed a bastard. He was selfish and narrow minded. He destroyed his children's youth for his gain, and thought nothing of it.


To be continued..............

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14 comments

Great story...waiting for more!

April 6, 2010 at 9:32 AM

Good lord man, I ain't trying to compete or nothing LOL j/k. You win the writing crown hands down, bro!

April 6, 2010 at 11:30 AM

I'm waiting... tap, tap, tap!

April 6, 2010 at 11:39 AM

Pat..I promise more is coming...it's a "complicated" story to tell...

Ian...There is no way I could compete with that story you have going...I think you should know you are the reason I'm writing this one...I have never before made posts beforehand...Until now (and because of you..lol)

Ms. Anthropy...I will surely have parts 2 and 3 (yeah probably gonna be 3 and maybe 4) tomorrow :)

April 6, 2010 at 11:43 AM
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April 6, 2010 at 12:06 PM

OK you have my attention I am eagerly waiting for the next page.

April 6, 2010 at 5:38 PM

Is this a true story?? It sounds like it is. I am interested to see where you go with this. I am convinced these are real people in your life. I could be wrong but I don't think so.

April 6, 2010 at 6:41 PM

i will say they are based on people i know or have known...

April 6, 2010 at 6:47 PM

Wow.

More!

April 6, 2010 at 9:21 PM

All I can say to us fathers, "Please notice your children and love them for who they are. Give them a compliment once in a while. And especially take the time to enjoy life with them and be a part of their lives because they are only young once.
Great post can't wait for the "Rest of the story"

April 6, 2010 at 9:24 PM

this is interesting and feels so real...am waiting impatiently for the next installment!

April 7, 2010 at 2:14 AM

Wow Bendigo! Great story and great cliffhanger! This is the Bendigo that will get published!

April 7, 2010 at 4:04 PM

ABAO...Only if he can learn how to end a story properly :)

April 7, 2010 at 11:07 PM

This is REALLY good!!!I'd write a longer comment, but I'm off to reading part 2-3-4!!:D

April 8, 2010 at 8:08 AM

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