I was asleep in my room, and I remember the door opening, and I heard it close. Given my father’s “relationship”, you can understand why.Īnd then it happened. I’m surprised I ever had any good grades at all, given the lack of sleep I had for years.
And why? Because my brother and I were *competition* for my dad’s affection from his gay lover. THEN, wow: would he come *unglued.* Constant sniping, and constant criticism, and **never, ever stopping arguing.** Keeping you up at night. Once we did move in with dad and his “friend,” we had some good times,……until you ticked his friend off. We didn’t move in with my dad until 1980 after my mom had moved to another house. But (and this is key), we didn’t *live* with him. But, one day, we met dad’s “friend” (lover.) He was fun enough when we were kids. Over the years, my mom got remarried to a great stepdad, who has since passed away.Īfter the divorce, Dad moved across the street from us so my brother and I would go across the street to see him. My twin brother and I would be in our cribs, crying (needing to be changed) and mom would come home from work, and dad would just be playing his piano. Early on, it was clear (according to my mom) that dad was more interested in his music (big piano player) than he was in actually taking care of two little boys.
