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My Family
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Straight Female / 64
My Father To Me Was A Great Man, He Would Have Turned 100.
My father had a silent partner, the money man. They were friends who had met during the occupation of Germany. My father married a Canadian nurse he met recovering from war injuries in France. Oh, my father was English. His friend was American, he is deceased too. After the war my father was suffering from hard times and his friend brought him to Chicago and set him up in business, short wave radios and hi fi equipment. My father sent for my mother in 1956 and I was born.
In 1969 I was 14. My father's partner had a son who was 19 that New Year's Eve. He took me to his room. Everything got complicated because I got pregnant. The choice was to send me to stay with my mother's parents in Canada, where I had my baby. In those days teen pregnancies were really bad and my parents announced that they had adopted a baby in Canada who had lost his mother in childbirth. A big story everyone had to live with.
In the meantime, after I came back after the baby was born I was set up to get married at 16. I had four more kids. When my son turned 12 I told him I was his mother and my husband was his father. I was sick of pretending my son was my adoptive brother. That whole period of my life was so messed up.
Eventually in the eighties my father had to close his business, the inventory sold for scrap. My father in law paid off my father's house but my mother separated and moved back to Canada. My kids are all grown, we have 13 grandkids, live on Victoria Island where we are retired.
That's the story, my father would have been 100. He was just a regular soldier who fought in North Africa, the liberation of France, Belgium and was in the occupation forces in Germany where he met my father in law and they were friends until their death.
In 1969 I was 14. My father's partner had a son who was 19 that New Year's Eve. He took me to his room. Everything got complicated because I got pregnant. The choice was to send me to stay with my mother's parents in Canada, where I had my baby. In those days teen pregnancies were really bad and my parents announced that they had adopted a baby in Canada who had lost his mother in childbirth. A big story everyone had to live with.
In the meantime, after I came back after the baby was born I was set up to get married at 16. I had four more kids. When my son turned 12 I told him I was his mother and my husband was his father. I was sick of pretending my son was my adoptive brother. That whole period of my life was so messed up.
Eventually in the eighties my father had to close his business, the inventory sold for scrap. My father in law paid off my father's house but my mother separated and moved back to Canada. My kids are all grown, we have 13 grandkids, live on Victoria Island where we are retired.
That's the story, my father would have been 100. He was just a regular soldier who fought in North Africa, the liberation of France, Belgium and was in the occupation forces in Germany where he met my father in law and they were friends until their death.
