Finally, something to give me just a smidgen of Hope.
My name has been cleared, and it only took 33 years. Justice Is Blind, and she's slow as fog off of shit.
Some time after I moved out on my own my father discovered one of the ornate posts that held up the upstairs porch had been damaged.
It was a metal post that had a lot of flimsy decorative flowers worked into it, and one of the flowers was bent.
My father got "bent out of shape" over that, and I was accused, tried, and convicted.
I wasn't accused of climbing up the post.
I was accused of having a boyfriend climb up the post. Guess what for?
First, I was a lot of things, but I was never so stupid as to try a stunt like that ACROSS THE HALL FROM DADDY. Please, give me a little credit for some smarts.
Not much, just a little.
Secondly, there was another sister that could have had an interested, albeit suicidal, boyfriend. But it wasn't her fault either.
I know EXACTLY how that happened. My mother and I had managed to lock ourselves out of Mama's house.
She cannot climb up to the upstairs porch.
I was pregnant and I couldn't do it either.
We fetched my then-husband, and he went up the post---bending the damned metalwork---and we were inside in a flash.
I have told my father the truth repeatedly, but oh-Hell-no, he wasn't gonna have it.
We never did get along well together. When my mother passed away I got some keepsakes, some nice jewelry, a city lot (complete with a trailer suitable for ANY fishcamp ANYWHERE),............and Daddy.
For whatever reason, he decided to go over this crock one more time yesterday. At my grand daughter's birthday party in front of people that I can barely stomach in passing.
I revoked his Senior Citizen Get Away With Bullshit Card on the spot.
"Wait just one damned minute old man!"
I had to yell it because for some reason his hearing aides don't seem to pick up my voice. I repeat everything I say to him all the time. He has zero problem-o hearing the t.v..
I begged my Ex husband, in front of people, to PLEASE tell the old goat why come his damned post was bent.
I could wallow him in the dirt, hang him by the neck with birthday streamers from the pecan tree, drown him in the HUGE water slide that they had rented, or smother him facedown in pink birthday cake, but I was just hoping he'd back me up and tell Daddy the truth.
He did, and as if by magic, $5000.00 worth of hearing aides picked up his every word.
He will have my loyalty until the day he's laid out and candle lit. He got Daddy off of my back and he has earned it.
Daddy turned to the dude sitting next to him and said:
"Don't you hate it when you've got a good one on somebody and somebody else blows it out of the water?"
Yeah. I bet that sucks.