Memories - the shelf that broke the camel's back
Memories fade, so write them down before you forget... I think I remember the instance when Dad helped that one time that was one time too many. He came over to help me install a shelf in the entry way at my place. I was worried I wouldn't do it correctly, find the stud and what not. Took maybe an hour. He wasn't allowed to stay long, he had to run back to the boss. That leash was always so tight, I still don't know how he was ever able to breathe. It was soon after this that they were looking at places to move to. They looked in New Mexico, maybe Colorado. I think they liked New Mexico, but Terrible was worried about water drying up. Or was it that New Mexico is too close to Texas? I didn't put it together then... It wasn't just the car being moved off the property so that dad could host horses (he hated horses - biggest fights between mom and dad). It was all an attempt to get me out of his life. No wonder the hate intensified at the end. She could tell that Dad...