Being raised by a hypochondriac with bi-polar

My mother is crazy. Don’t take my word for it ask anyone that knows her. After I was born, my grandmother and mother told my dad that my mother couldn’t walk and had to be carried every where. After about a month that shit got old. One day the doctor called and my nine year old aunt asked why did my mother have to be carried everywhere? The doctor asked who said that? She’s perfectly healthy she should be walking. My aunt made that announcement and my dad quit carrying my mother every where.

When I started school my mother became active in making things for the class. She continued when my sister started, but when my parents separated she stopped making things for the students. She would make stockings out of oatmeal containers at Christmas. She would make Valentines gifts for the teachers. I think the students knew what was going on but didn’t want to say any thing to us. They wanted to be respectful. We didn’t know until our mother told me on a Saturday as she was packing his suitcase that our father was leaving to work and would be back to visit on the weekends.

My father let my sister spend the night with one of his co-workers. When we returned my mother asked where was my sister and he said spending the night with The Johnsons from his job. She responded I don’t know them, my dad said well I do and the fight was on. After thirty…