Tammy Wynette made the song “D-I-V-O-R-C-E” famous. In our house, Mother made the same word infamous.
One year seemed to run into another and before you thought things couldn’t get worse, our parents divorced. I was in eighth grade and had just been fitted for braces and glasses. It was like playing baseball, three strikes and you’re out. I felt like I had lost whatever sanity there was when Dad left. My sister and I were stuck with our mother Mary, who continued her bizarre behavior.
The good news was that Dad had very liberal visitation, which meant every evening and all weekends. The bad news was that he had managed to find the only woman in Decatur who could have been our mother’s twin sister.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire for all of us.
Our initial visit with our future stepmother was at a favorite restaurant in Decatur called Dante’s. It was just my sister, me, Dad and Beatrice. She seemed pleasant and even offered me a sip of her Grasshopper after dinner. Little did I realize that it was downhill from there.