The age of 13 was a fierce slap in the face with reality. Mike and my mom were getting divorced. When I was 12, they separated and got back together, then separated again. By the age of 13, Mike’s affair he was having was full on, and my mom was having a nervous breakdown.

In the beginning, I spent a lot of weekends with my Aunt. One weekend, as she was dropping me off, she asked me when I was going to see my real dad. I was dumbfounded. I had no idea what she was talking about! She said, “You know. Ron.” I had not thought about Ron or my brothers in years. I remember asking my mom for Momo Lois’s phone number, when we moved back to the states. She had told me that she had lost it. Since I really hadn’t had much contact with them since the age of 5, I had forgotten all about them! I tried to play it off as though I knew what she was talking about…but I don’t think she was fooled one bit.

I sat inside that day in the dark waiting for Mike to come home. Eventually, he did. Mike walked into the house and saw me sitting alone, in the dark, in the living room. He asked me what I was doing. “Nothing Michael,” I responded. “Don’t call me Michael, I am your dad, you call me dad.” I told him, “No you are not.” We pretty much left immediately to see my mom, who was in a hospital recovering from her nervous breakdown. I found out that yes, indeed Ron was my dad, and I also had two older brothers. She then told me where to find my grandmother’s phone number.

Upon reflection, I know in some ways they were trying to make me feel better. Making me part of the family, instead of confusing me with different last names than the rest of the family. Trying to make me not feel like an outsider. In addition, I’m sure it made it easier for Mike to take care of me health wise. I know Mike cared for me, and loved me a great deal growing up. To me now, he isn’t any less of my dad then he was then.

You see, when Mike and my mom were getting divorced, he was too involved with his new wife and step kids to have time for me. Oh, he still made an effort to see Sean. After all, he was his son. But, even that effort got less and less. I guess he just didn’t want to deal with my mom. I also guess that he just assumed that I had my real dad now and I didn’t need him anymore. Of course he couldn’t be more wrong. I needed him so very much. He was my daddy, he raised me. I couldn’t show it. I was too pissed off to do that. Anyway, we will go into that under Morris.

As I was saying, I visited my mom, and she gave me Momo Lois’s phone number. I called it, scared out of my mind. When she answered I told her who I was, and we both cried. Memories flooded back of her, my dad, and my brothers. She of course gave me my dad’s phone number, and I called him. Being his only daughter, you must only imagine his reaction when he answered I said, “Dad?” Of course, we both cried, and talked endlessly. He, Momo Lois and my brother Christopher came up to visit me two weeks later. Meeting them at my Aunt Carolyn’s house, we got to know each other a bit. Then, they went home promising to see me again soon.

At this point in my life, I was so fucked up emotionally, that I didn’t know what to do. I was constantly running away. I lashed out at everyone. Suicidal, of course, and always getting fucked up. We were in “family therapy” (Mike, my mom, Michelle, Shari, Sean, and me). Mom was in Spring Shadows Glen, and all I had at the house were Mike, Sean, and my sisters. Suzanne (Mike’s current wife) was always over with her three children David, Aaron, and Sarah. I then knew how Michelle felt toward my mom and me. I had nothing but utter contempt for Susanne and her kids, Mike, and Michelle at this point. Whenever they were there, I left. I couldn’t handle it. I would go away, and then come back after a few days. This, of course, didn’t help, but at the time I felt better.

Two weeks after I met Ron and family, I went into Spring Shadows Glen with my mom. I needed help. I was suicidal, homicidal, running away, drinking too much (keep in mind I was only 13), and overall very depressed. I was completely released after 3 months.

At this point, my mom, Sean, and I were living in some projects in Spring Branch, TX. I got gang raped there, and people threw rocks through our windows. Finally we moved to Alief, TX (which incidentally was only slightly better). All of this happened within a span of 11 months (meeting Ron, Spring Shadows Glen, etc.)

I started doing a lot of acid, pot, speed, nitrous, and of course drinking. Every Friday was F-R-Y-Day. Drop a couple of hits of acid, drink, smoke some pot…do some nitrous oxide. I tripped a lot in school, especially during in-school-suspension. I went sober for a while, relapse, and then go sober again. At one point I had just reached my 1 month’s sobriety chip. Of course, I couldn’t get it until I told my mom that I did drugs. She flipped. I wasn’t allowed to leave the house. I could only go to school and back, and of course, no more meetings. I tried to tell her that I got the drugs at school. I tripped at school, and in front of her. I don’t think it clicked in her head when I stole a car and got busted by the police that I was tripping. Anyway, of course I relapsed again.

After a while I decided I wanted to go live with Ron. Just to see what it was like, get to know him, etc. So at almost 15, I left my mom for the first time and moved to Louisiana with Ron. At the time, he was married to Jennifer (#5). She was 24 and a cokehead. If you think you’ve never met a wild CPA, you have to meet her. Ron was great. Strict as hell, but every rule had a good and legitimate reason. He treated me like an adult, explaining the reasons for everything.

The year and a half I lived with Ron was great. It’s probably what saved me. Of course, Covington, LA is a SMALL town. I showed up on the first day of school with half of my head shaved, fishnet shirt and stockings, ripped up Siouxsie shirt, and 20 boots. Let’s just say that for the remainder of the school year, I was known as the “Satanic-demon lovin- lesbian”. Red-necks and preps, what else you could you expect from narrow minded people? Ron got me into shape with strict rules, and a somewhat normal household. More normal than I had known in the past 3 years at least. Plus, Momo Lois influenced me a great deal. That woman is one of the best you will ever meet. The way I feel about her is too great to put into words. < br>
Eventually my mom moved to Louisiana as well. Sean, at the time, was living in Houston with Mike. I saw her often, and for the first time in years, we were friends.

That changed when I moved back in with her. Sean moved back to my mom’s, and upon visiting I felt off. Left out. I missed my family. I hated being an only child. Sure I saw Ronnie sometimes, but he was in his twenties, not much time for a teenager. Christopher came back and forth between Key West and New Orleans. But it was not ever for long.

I missed my little brother, so I moved back in with my mom. She immediately stopped being my friend, and went to being, well let’s just say a very untrusting mother. She flat out told me that she had no trust for me, that I had to earn it all over again. I don’t know what happened that made her all of a sudden accusing and angry with me. It had been two years since I had lived with her, and had moved back in. We had no falling outs while I wasn’t living with her. We had actually gotten pretty close.

I think that the atmosphere of living with my mom helped me go back to my old ways. Drinking and tripping all of the time. I stopped smoking pot and taking speed at 15, and I really didn’t want to start again. I also could have started up again because I started hanging out with the druggy crowd again.

Needless to say, the remainder of high school was mostly spent tripping on acid constantly. I don’t know how I even graduated. But, I did. My mom, Ron, Sean, Momo Lois, and Momo Betty (my mom’s mom) came. So did a few uncles and my aunt on my mom’s side. None of the Morris family came. I sent them all invitations. I got no reply. Not even a card saying congratulations. Not that I had expected more. Besides Shari, I hadn’t spoken to any of them in five years. I needed them, and they rejected me.

On my 19th birthday, I was reunited with all of the Morris Family. Only my cousin Paul and Shari made me really feel welcome. Mike did in his own way, but if it weren’t for Shari and Paul, I don’t think I would have survived.

Now, Mike and I are friends again. Don’t ask me how it came about. I don’t remember. Ron has been there for the second half of my life. Mike was there for the first half. Now, they are both a part of my life. They are both my dads. I couldn’t decide on whom to walk me down the aisle at the age of 23, so they both did.

Yes, we are skipping ahead a few years, but don’t worry, we are almost done. At 21 I stopped doing acid; I still drink occasionally, but not nearly as much. I was living with the Korczaks. Tom and Pat, my soon to be in-laws. That’s right folks, I was engaged.

I was engaged to the most wonderful, beautiful man in the world, Travis Korczak. He has an older sister, Michele. (Don’t get confused with my sister Michelle…note the missing L) Michele has two little girls, Gabrielle and Lauren. Amazingly enough, her husband’s name is Mike.

After Travis paid off his student loans; we got our own place, and prepared to move to NYC. Travis’s family embraced me finally and came to accept me as one of them. Pat has been the best mother-in-law that I think a girl could have. I think I talk to her more than Travis does.


So there we are. Now you know, I have 2 dads, 2 sisters, 3 brothers, a sister and brother-in-law and a hell of a lot of aunts, uncles, step-parents, step-brothers and sisters, etc.

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If not, be sure to check out the different links on each family to know more about them.