My mother hates to be alone. I don't mean alone as in her own alone time I mean without a man in her life. Shortly after my dad left she met Mark. She worked the graveyard shift and was on her way home from work; it was raining and she saw this man riding his bike in the rain and offered to give him a ride (crazy right) she took him home and from that moment on he was here.
I was almost eight years old and I was out of school for the summer. It was Saturday morning and my little sister Michaela was up before me. I heard Michaela, my mom and a man's voice talking and kind of laughing. I got up and looked in her room and there he was. My mom told me to come say hi and meet Mark, i said I don't want to and went back to my room. He left shortly after that. My mom got herself and us ready for the day... ready to really meet Mark.
My mom couldn't afford to live in the apartment we had anymore. She sent my two older sisters Brandy and Belinda to live with their dad and step mom for awhile. My mom moved us into a house unit in Taylorsville that the state of Utah had set up for people on welfare like my mom. I was now in the third grade and my two older sisters had moved back in with us. Mark was staying over all the time and I didn't like him. He drove a beat up, flat black Toyota pickup. He worked in Construction and did framing. When we moved everything went down hill really fast.
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