Well, rang in the New Year in this place. That we a bit weird. We don’t get to stay up late so I was in bed by the time it actually would have happened. I got a phone call from a friend. She mostly just called to gossip about how Robbie is doing with his harem of hoe bags. Because, I don’t already feel like a reject in here? Lets just rub it in that he is already just over me and our life... Apparently I am the talk of the town too. I am just the psycho he makes me out to be according to all of them. Some friend she is. I guess maybe I never really had any true friends out there to began with.  Not much to celebrate when no one gives a crap about you.  At least here I know that I am amongst those who have been labeled rejects too.  But, enough about that. On with the rest of the story....

Family reunion and the new house – While preparing for the move my mom’s family reunion was scheduled to take place that summer. The family had rented out this big lake resort. Picture camp crystal lake with less murder…well, some near death but we will get to that part. We hadn’t seen her family since dad’s funeral, and she showed up to the reunion with her new boyfriend. Keep in mind that her brothers and brother in-laws were all pallbearers in my dad’s funeral and loved my dad. She had met my dad at a family BBQ at my godmother’s house when she was in high school. Her family and my dad’s family were all friends prior to her even dating my dad. This did not go over well. She spent most of the time sitting in his lap and making out with him in front of all the people who had been with her at my dad’s funeral just a few months before. I remember watching old recorded footage of the reunion and the zoom in’s on them and the amount of shit talking in the background is now kind of funny if I think about it. She pretty much ignored us the whole time we were there too. One day we were out at the lake at the swim beach. My sister and I had taken swimming classes with our dad when we were toddlers so going out on a canoe didn’t seem like a bad idea for a 7 and 8-year-old. My two older cousins who were 10 and 13 would be with us too so no big deal for us to be in the middle of the lake alone. Well, turns out my two cousins couldn’t swim…and the oldest one thought I would be funny to rock the boat…until it tipped over on us. In a moment of panic, the oldest one grabbed on to me and used me as her flotation device. As a result, she pushed me under drowning me. 13-year-old 1, 6-year-old...0. All this happened while mom was off making out with her boyfriend of course. Bitch didn’t even notice. Thank fucking god one of my cousins on shore was a lifeguard and rescued me. I woke up on the beach after having died and being given CPR. And her is the biggest kicker of all. Not more than an hour later, my mom who had to be hunted down when this shit happened, asked me why I wasn’t going swimming with the other kids right after I had literally just died in that damn lake! Seriously, I don’t even know what was going on in her coked out, wine cooler drinking mind. Like what the actual fuck? This event like every other traumatic, super fucked things still goes unacknowledged and on the rare occasion that it does come up, it is treated like a charming and humors event. By the time the family reunion was over, it was about time for us to start school again and we got back to town just in time to start moving to our new house. By the time school started in the fall, we were ready to move to the others side of town with our new inheritance money and the boyfriend was tagging along.

Next Chapter: Entry Five