But, this one was different. This one paints my father in an ALMOST nice way and since the truth is what we're after, I'm shoving it in here.
There is LOTS to pick apart in this story about bad parenting, but he does show he is human.
SO - For whatever reason, Georgia and I went to a PTA meeting at the elementary school one night. We had no reason to be there that I can remember. I certainly didn't. - we weren't passing out cookies or helping... I have no clue why we got to go.
--> My parents would NEVER GO TO A PTA MEETING. Oh holy jeebus on a crutch, that wouldn't happen.<--
Georgia and I got a ride with her friend's family, I'm thinking. We get there and I, of course, take off and run wild like a 3rd grade banshee with the rest of whatever kids were there. Georgia was in um... 5th, 6th grade by this time? So maybe SHE was helping her teacher with something. ANYWHOOZLE.
All of the sudden I am one of the last people milling about and I realize I hadn't seen my sister anywhere in quite a while. Neither was her friend and family still there. I thought about walking home but it was beyond dark. I don't know what calm posessed me (as even then I was a bit high strung *ahem*) and I asked to use the phone in the office. I called home and dad came and got me.
HE TOOK ME TO DAIRY QUEEN (or equivelant) FOR AN ICE CREAM. Because I had the good sense to call home calmly and have someone come and get me.
Georgia got in trouble for that one. BUT - you know, honestly. The very MINUTE we had pulled up to the school I had disappeared into the abyss. She got busy with her friend and 3rd grade vs. 6th grade friends/thoughts/preocupation... it wasn't like we had gone together on some hours-long adventure (like on the weekends) and she left me in a freaking cave, she just forgot.
We weren't raised to take care of each other. Or to watch out for each other. To help with homework or hair brushing or anything. I described it to Jeff like this. Dad would get into a tirade and we would all scatter. The thought each of us had was more along the lines of "I don't want it to be YOU, particularly, I just don't want it to be ME tonight". Save yourself! We were taught to stay out of anyone's business, don't get linked up. I'm sure it saved him time - he didn't have to separate the herd when he wanted to hit.
It made me have no relationship with my sisters till I was in my 30's.
Anyway, I didn't really WANT that ice cream, as it meant sitting there eating it with absolutely NOTHING to say to him the whole time. He looked out the window and I ate the dish of ice cream and then we went home. Fascinating.
But I'm here to tell the truth. He did do some human things.