Day 133 Project 365

Pick a pepper!

I love peppers! I love any spicy or hot food! I miss Taco Bell… I know that is bad isn’t it!? It’s neither hot nor spicy! I'm not too sure if it’s even really food! I do miss Mexican food something crazy! But that’s not what I'm here for today…

Friday the 13th…

My dad was born on a 13 not of May and not on a Friday either… his birthday is in November… the 13 you guessed it! so my dad had many things happen on the 13 … he got out of the army on the 13… my grandmother used to tell me all the things that happened to him on that day… she would say 13 was not an unlucky number! I don’t believe in luck!

When I was about 7 my dad was a truck driver and was not home very much… I loved to stay at my grandparents house just a few miles from our house… they always welcomed me but my mom didn’t like me to stay there because she is crazy…. She was very ummmm lets say jealous and insecure and crazy.

Anyway this one evening my mom and I were going home and I asked on the off chance if I could spend the night with my grandparents… she said yes! Strange but I was delighted!

So I went…

At my house when my mom arrived in my dad was home. My parents had a really weird relationship to say the least! I don’t know what it was and I don’t think they did either! They were married till I was 8 when they got divorced but continued to live together for many years off and on…. Who knows who cares!

We lived out in the country… our house at the time was far off the road with a moat of cattle! And a little pond with a creek that flooded so bad once we couldn’t cross to get to our house! But I ramble!

My mom arrived home….

And my dad was home… now I have to say my dad comes out pretty bad in this and where I don’t talk to him is not from any of this story or anything other than his inability to stand up to his wife, my step monster….

This incident I will say only happened once…. and not on a 13

Whatever their problem was my dad was waiting for my mom at the door. He asked if I was with her and when she answered “no” he jumped on her back and started to hit her…. I told you my dad came out very bad in this! Anyway my mom managed to get in the house and open her purse… with my dad now on top of her on the bedroom floor she pulled from her bag her gun…. A 38 Special that she fired…

The next day my mom had a black eye… it was all over and they were talking again…

It was only then that my mom told my dad she had shot him?


What?

Yeah…. When he was on top of her and she fired the gun… she had it pointed to his chest when she fired it…



I remember the next thing happening….

My dad took the gun out and looked at it… took the bullet out… it had been struck by the firing pin, there was a clear mark… I saw it and so did my mom…

Then outside… bullet in gun. Gun up, cocked….my dad pulled the trigger and…..

BANG!!!!!! The bullet fired!

There was no explanation for the gun not firing the very night before… it did fire and the very next day it worked, it always worked… but it didn’t work when it counted!

Lucky?

Not lucky… just not meant to be!