Lisa
by , 03-31-2008 at 08:03 PM (1872 Views)
Well as I mentioned in my last blog. This entry is about the name Lisa. My sister, yes my one and only sister, is named Lisa. I love her very much although we don't see eye to eye. Lisa had a very rare disease when she was little. The disease caused bruises to form from very common pressure on her skin. My parents took her to the hospital, and were accused of abusing her. It took a long time for her to be diagnosed as so few cases happen each year. I remember going with my parents and brothers to the hospital. We weren't allowed to see her, so we laid out on the lawn while my Mother went up, and spelled out the words "We Love You" one letter at a time as she watched. Her nickname is "Boss". I've always felt that she had to have it her way, and she always felt she had to have it her way.
Lisa #2, was also a manipulator. She is the biological birther of MY DAUGHTER. She used to call me up, and tell me how my daughter would never call me "Daddy". She would say how a judge told her this. Note that it would be unethical for a judge to involve himself in any role. Lisa would ask for more money for some bills, and I would give her more money. I was still in college working extra jobs to make ends meet, and would have to work long overtime hours. The straw that broke the camels proverbial back? Lisa met a man...we were never married. She would then beg my Mom to come over and babysit as it was an emergency. Then she went over to this guy she would eventually marry. My Mom didn't want to be in this position, so I went to see Lisa. I asked her to call me instead, and I would have someone else work for me, so I could spend some time with my daughter...you know the one that can't call me Dad. Anyways, Lisa laid into me with fury. She had to have it her way. It didn't matter what the reason, we were supposed to be there at the beck and call of my daughter's needs. My daughter witnessed this, and began to scream with tears of fear.
I'm a big wimp obviously. The one thing I can't stand is to see children cry, it breaks my heart. That was the only time I saw her cry in close to 24 months of her life. It wasn't long before Lisa and this man were engaged. I signed over my rights of fatherhood, because I couldn't tolerate the abuse anymore. Oh well not the happiest entry, but this was 17 years ago, sometimes the memories that linger most are the ones that involve pain.



