The Divorce

So I remember after my father left, you know, we were all sat down at the table and he had been traveling around the country for quite some time. Eventually remarried. My mother moved us we stone, the other house, which I now know was a big burden. She moved us to a development called Allendale vine cedar Cliff High School, and eventually another man appeared his name was John.

I didn’t get along with John John fathered from a Father Knows Best standpoint. 1950s and I’d done just quite fine with my mom up to that point. Didn’t need him coming in and telling me what to do. And I thought she was doing just fine. And as she became more occupied with him, I was basically raising myself and, you know, I’d find my own survival mechanisms.

I would write myself out of school and go to my old school because that’s how I was going to survive. I couldn’t completely just connect the only support system that I had. I remember one day I was working, and he wanted me to shovel the driveway and I didn’t see the point because I had been working. He worked at Lowe’s and I worked in an office and I figured I work full time. I didn’t know if he was full time or part time. But either way, I was working for a living. I deserve to be well rested after that.

And I was also working, you know, part time jobs too. So I just do shovel out them in the driveway and that was pretty much the end of that. And I ended up being told I had to leave. So I ended up at my first apartment at eight or nine North Second Street. Little one bedroom, not one bedroom but one room efficiency. It was a room in a kitchen really living room doubled as the bedroom and then ended up to 12 Lewis street which was a 123 bedroom one living room. One room was actually like a loft go fully done. That was my favorite apartment.

I think I up there for several years before moving to New York City. But that was me. I worked at Pennsylvania Higher Education Assistance agency went to school at Harrisburg Area Community College. But I think my reaction at the time was we didn’t need them. We were doing just fine. On our own and the only complicated things.

Obviously, as an adult, I have a different point of view. My mother had the right to restart her life and to remarry. But as for me from my point of view we were fine just the way we were. And I was just horrified that this whole thing happened.