On page 40 of October’s True Story:

Bad Girl and the Sheriff

How Can I Ever Get Him to Love Me?



Mama and I lived on our own just fine before she hooked up with a loser who drank, gambled and took his frustrations out on us. He abused both of us verbally and every night I dreaded it when my step-daddy came home from work. He’d head straight to the kitchen grab a bottle of cheap whisky and bring it back to his easy chair. On good nights Marshall passed out. Mama and I’d breathe a sigh of relief and work on getting him to bed. Over time we learned to keep a low profile and stay out of sight and out of the line of fire. If Marshall stayed sober Mama and I were okay, but that seldom happened.

On every grocery store visit, Mama wrote checks for over the amount and stashed the cash in a secret hiding place. Lucky for us Marshall never checked the receipts, but he only let her have one check a week. He made it out ahead of time to the store Mama shopped at, but left the amount blank for her to fill in. Mr. Control Freak handled all the bills effectively limiting Mama’s access to the bank account. I guess he thought he could hold on to her that way.

Keep reading on page 42 of October’s True Story!