Let’s start off smooth…
My mother had taken an early retirement from the government due to mental illness, and my father was spiraling deeper into an addiction to crack cocaine.
Mom found work as a teacher’s assistant at the daycare center I went to.
Dad was having more and more problems with not spending all his money on drugs, cigarettes and alcohol. My grandfather had to pick him up on Friday. Otherwise, dad would claim he was robbed of his entire check. He did construction back then and was making good money.
My mother was voluntarily taking her medication, without questioning… but her mental illness still made her imagine events that never took place. She was also becoming more dishonest about things.
My dad was filling his days with work, crack, women, alcohol… and back.
Had this been when I was their age at having me, they were both a whole lot more stable.
As far as stability goes.
~J. Lyst
And no, by my age, they weren’t together anymore.
We found out after mom died that legally, she never got divorced from my dad so her marriage to her second husband wasn’t valid.
He still doesn’t understand what, “Dad, you’re a widower” means.
Or maybe he doesn’t want to understand it.
Hey, Miss J! 
Your Thoughts?