one day, i'll get back to writing funny posts.
it's not that funny stuff doesn't happen in my life any longer. it's not that my sense of humor is drastically different. it's just that i think about things differently, i guess.
i had an excellent day today. i woke up way too early and started working, only for a couple of hours. then i showered and got ready to spend the day with reverend bobdad because my half sisters were competing (cheerleaders). rev bobdad picked me up and we went to my first ex-stepmother's house (rev bobdad's second ex-wife. yup. we're counting). we then went to the high school where the competition was being held and who is sitting in the bleachers but my ex-stepmother's sort-of husband who also happens to be the biological father of my half sisters.
yea, i know. it's near impossible to follow.
let's try this again.
i have sisters. twin sisters that are 15. they were born when my dad was married to my first ex-stepmother, so they were my half sisters. when they were 4 my first stepmother became my first EX-stepmother when she divorced my dad and quickly married her masseuse. then when my half sisters were 8 we found out they WERE NOT my dad's children, but they were biologically the masseuse's children. for all intents and purposes, though, they are my sisters. we have the same dad ('dad' and 'sperm donor' are two different things), we have the same last name (i hyphenated), and they are - and will always be - my sisters. there has been a lot of bad blood between their biological father and our rev bobdad (among other people). the biological father-slash-masseuse is still legally married to my first ex-stepmother, but they no longer live in the same household. my rev bobdad sees my sisters twice a week for dinner, and the biological father sees them a couple of times a month.
if you're following, good for you. i should write a book.
so we walk into the gym and there sits biological father-slash-asshole. but he did save seats for ALL of us (my rev bobdad included) so that was something. awkward, but something.
he did look me in the eye for a nanosecond when he said hello to me. he did not look my rev bobdad in the eye.
then my rev bobdad went to get a drink, and brought back a bottle of water for each of us - including biological father-slash-asshole. which was nice. but they didn't, like, interact.
so we all watched my sisters perform. and high school cheerleading competitions are a little bit like 'bring it on'. but with no espn reporters. and less people. and blaque isn't there.
but, you know. other than that, pretty much the same.
my sister's school didn't place, sadly. but my rev bobdad, sisters, and i were all going to our favorite steakhouse afterward, so it would be okay. right?
wrong. as soon as biological father-slash-asshole got wind of my rev bobdad doing something with the girls, he got all biological-parenty and was like, i'm taking the girls out.
so we let him have his fun and went back to first ex-stepmother's house to watch television and have a snack. and my rev bobdad fixed her motion sensor light. and bought stuff to recaulk one of the bathroom tubs. and bought a new clothes hanging rod thingy for one of my sister's closets.
then they came home and we hung out for a bit and then we went to our steakhouse. and had some steak and some fun conversation. i remember when they were younger and were almost afraid of me. now we talk like adults. i love them.
we also talked a bit about the whole situation. about how they used to think it was normal to have two dads. they call rev bobdad 'dad' or 'daddy' and biological father-slash-asshole 'papa'. one of my sisters told me that when first ex-stepmother (their mother, follow along please) told her that papa was their biological father, and daddy was their dad, she didn't get it. but that was years ago. we get it now.
i really wanted to ask what they got. my rev bobdad was no saint, let me tell you. he drank himself out of his first marriage (to my mom) and couldn't keep his pants on. but faith can do strange things to a man and after he was saved (he's a born again christian. charismatic christian. whatever you want to call it) rev bobdad was a bit of a new man. he has 27 years sober and is a great dad to those girls. he was a drunken fool to me, and mostly just a fool to my brother. but a man lives and learns (so does a woman for that matter). i really wanted to ask my sisters if they got that, while my rev bobdad was married to first ex-stepmother, she fucked her masseuse and got pregnant with them.
like, really wanted to know if they understood that.
which is wrong. i mean, number 1: they're 15. number 2: you can't know your own mother's a liar. children need to be able to love and trust their parents. if you are told your parent is wrong or bad, it can destroy you.
blood is not always thicker than water. my aunt proved that to me in a negative way, and my sisters prove it to me time and time again in a positive way. i am in no way related to them - we share no blood. they are nothing to me.
but they are my sisters. we talked a bit about that - how blood relatives aren't always the best. i told them how their mother - who is nothing to me, relation-wise - was more supportive to me during my mother's passing than my aunt - who is a blood relation, my mother's sister - was. they mentioned about wanting to take their biological father-slash-asshole's name because it matches their nationalities, and i told them my last name is italian even though i'm irish, english, german, and scottish because i took my husband's last name. names don't mean anything either. it's not the people who share your name or your blood who are your family - it's the people who love and support you.
i think they understand it. i think they know what their mother did, and how my rev bobdad, awesome husband, my brother, and i are NOTHING to them - nothing. we only share a name because my father's last name is still on the birth certificates. i think they understand more than anyone gives them credit for. and i think they are the strongest girls i know for it.