I am thrilled at the response of my loyal friends after I posted Chapter 1, but alas, I cannot post chapter 2 because my agent (my daughter) won’t let me. She said I could post “snipits” but nothing else. I don’t want to tease you, but there are chapters about who shot JR, and my nightmare that Bobby was killed. (Oops, that’s the Dallas script!)
What I can say is that exploring these memories and opening my past has been emotional. I’ve gone from crying to outrage to laughter to fury. These memories have been buried so long that I don’t think I was ready to face them – none the less, facing them is what I’m doing. What I am so very, very thankful for is a parent who was stable – my dad, Darold Ritchie, and my bonus mom, Ruby. Her family embraced me and treated me like one of their own. If I had not had them in my life, I have no doubt my life would have ended quite differently.
These next few chapters involve the very sick, twisted boyfriend/future step dad of my mother as well as the innocent feelings I experienced as a young girl. I had no one to talk to, no one to tell me that what I was experiencing was not normal. I lied to my dad and Ruby so that I could spend time with my mother once she reappeared in my life. I wish I had listened to their wisdom.
Hang it there friends – it may be a bumpy and uncomfortable ride, but I need your support to heal.