MY Life Story
MY Life Story. MY Life Story. It was the summer of 1986, around June when my mother and my younger brother were getting ready to move out of our house and go to Portland Oregon after the house was sold. My father and his girlfriend of one year were getting married that month and were going to go on their honeymoon. They needed to find a place that I could stay while they were away, so my stepmother called a friend of hers who had a 2 and a half year-old baby girl in diapers. She called her because she would be experienced in child rearing and might be tolerant of my bed wetting and pants wetting if it happened again. The day that I was to go and stay with this lady friend of my stepmother's, my stepmother packed y suitcases then took me over to her house and left me there in a hurry so that my dad and she would not be late for their plane. I was then escorted into the house and into the nursery, the only extra space that they had for me to stay in. As the lady took my...