ok, so...i'm planning a party tomorrow and anyone's welcome if you see this journal and are in NC. If you don't know where that is, well you're probably not there. LOL, yummmy food and drinks, and knowing my groupies probably some kind of perverted jokes along with anime conversations. Oh but please join Lycan-club, a club only for werewolves and their loves. lycans are werewolf like creatures that you can find here on deviant art if you need a reference. i love lycans, and now that we have a scanner, this is going to be a great end to a summer vacation! (what little is left)

So here's the story. My father was happy with us when he worked for a company called Konica (more recently known as Konica Minolta) that produced cameras and camera accessories. He said something to the idea of "I'm so happy, I could f*** you right now!" to a coworker, who reported it to a boss who already didn't like my father because they were too much alike. So he was fired for sexual harassment. He got another job soon enough at a place called BTR.
This is where the trouble started. He met a man named Nat Wood, short for Nathan. This guy was nothing but trouble. In his 40's and he'd already been married 3 times, with 2 divorces and a total of 5 children. He seemed to be a nice guy in front of the whole world, however he was a trickster. He started taking my father to strip clubs and playing poker (illegal in our region of the world) in the back room. Before this, my father was an easy going guy and a good parent, husband and brother. Soon after this, BTR was purchased by a rival company and my father and Nat ended up in a company called Highland, which produced automotive leather for Subaru, Hyundai and some other foreign cars. This is the stage in the next act of this tragedy.
At Highland, Nat and my father began to hang out a lot more. My father held a position as a quality manager for this company, as did Nat. From time to time, the 'Big Dogs' would ask these managers for their reports on the quality of the products and such. They would typically invite the managers to dinner and chat about not only the work related things, but the social lives of their families and such. Not uncommon in the business world to establish a common ground to get a foot in the door of a conversation or to relate to the other person. However, after a short time, my father began to lie to us about where he was. Now, at this time my mother paid the mortgage on our house while my father paid the other expenses. Mom didn't have a lot of free cash at any given time, but she was a breast cancer survivor. She had enough to pay for the mortgage and buy our clothing and dinner occasionally. When he started to frequent lying about where he was, we didn't see him for dinner except on weekends. Then he began to go to the strip club more often to play poker. He would lie to us about where he was, saying he was at dinner meetings with the big dogs when he was really at the strip club. Strangely enough, dear friends, this is not the worst of it.
There was a woman at Highland named Cindy Moss. My father learned a trick or two from Nat about how to get your wedding ring off your finger while keeping it in your pocket. My father started seeing this woman on the side, still lying to us about where he was and who he was with. Now I know this is starting to sound like a soap opera drama, but it is very true. He led her to believe that he was legally separated from my mother and she had custody of me. So the little affairs continued. While my mother was at home helping me do my homework and scrounging McDonald's dollar menu for what little we could afford. While he sat back in the most expensive restaurants in our fair city, gorging himself on caviar and prime cuts with his little hussie.
Eventually my father became 'fed up with his job' and decided to move for a change. My mother and I were not part of this deal. To which he neglected to inform us. He planned to get a job out of state and move there by himself, knowing that we would not be able to follow him between school and work. However, something unexpected hindered him.
My aunt Diane feel very ill one morning after battling cancer. Within the next 2 days she passed away in the hospital. We were invited to the funeral. But wait- what's this?

My father forbade my mother and I to go to the funeral.

He went by himself, supposedly, to the funeral. At least that's what my mother and I thought. We received a phone call from my aunt Betsy and my grandmother the day after the funeral. They asked us where the -3- of us were. My mother didn't know how to respond. She told Betsy and Grandmother exactly what my father had done as far as she knew. They, at first, accused us of not being part of the family. They apologized later on, but the feeling still sticks. Apparently he had not shown up at the wake of his dead sister. His own family was less important than job interview in Maryland (4 states away from us). This was the second of many blows.
He got the job in Maryland. He moved out by the end of my freshman high school year summer. Right after my birthday, which he didn't even acknowledge. I was scared and confused. Why was he leaving? Why were they yelling every night? Why why why, so many questions and not a single answer. Mother threatened divorce so many times, and it scared me to think of what could happen. I was feeble minded back then. After months of yelling over the phone and a lot of tears, we started to get back to normalcy, and traveling to Maryland and back 2 weekends a month.