Here Goes

I was born, so cliche I know. But I was, to some very interesting and mostly crazy set of people. Neither of these wonderful people has ever seen me in a typical parent/child hierarchy so I know things about my parents that most people would shudder to know (but this is MY therapy so you will find out sooner or later).
My Mom and Dad met when she was 13 and he was 22, she announced promptly that she would marry him. Never mind that he was 9 years older, and married already, she set her mind to it. And though my Dad's first wife left a short time later it was just a strange part of timing(Great story there, the night they met he almost killed her accidentally and went to jail, the night she left she was tired of him actively trying to kill her, I hear he broke every bone in her foot with a broom handle). He didn't even know my Mom existed, she was completely outside of his radar. His little sister's friend's little sister. She made sure he took notice and knew who she was. Time passed she didn't forget that she wanted him. He went to prison and to Florida and came back when she was 17. Now to say my Mom is attractive is less than fair, she was and still is a beautiful woman. But she is my Mom so...I am a little biased. The day he pulled back into our home town he saw her pumping gas, and in his words "now that's a wonderful ass" but it looked familiar. So he stopped to meet the girl attached to it.
Surprise! Call it fate, call it density? Call it a train wreck in the making, or love. Six of one half dozen of another, what you name it doesn't change it. Whirl wind love affair, some fights, one arrest, some better living through pharmaceuticals (take your pick it was the 70's) and BAM! They get married. And so I was born. The night I was born the story goes that Daddy was MIA and his room mate took Mom to the hospital. When he finally showed up it was over and he was so hopped up on Blue Vs that they threw him out or tried to admit him (depending on who you ask) but there is a consensus that he was so high he bounced/fell/teetered from one wall to the other and didnt get to see me the first night. I was small and the hospital kept me for about a week.They took me home to my Grandma's, I had a crib there and stuffed animals. When I was with my parents I slept in a brown suit case so as not to be smothered in the bed with them. The marriage did not last long after that (I can tell you are all shocked) But that doesnt count as how I got here, more on that later. So there you go, the story of the start of me.