Although he was married seven times, he only fathered children with my mother. With one of his last wives, he did adopt a young kid. It was her grandson whom they decided to adopt when the mother was incarcerated. None of us have ever met the kid. I believe he was trying to redeem himself for being such a bad father to us three when he decided to adopt. After divorcing this wife, my dad committed to child support set up a life insurance policy for this kid. Good for him.
At my Dad’s funeral last year the pastor announced, “… and he leaves behind four children, Jerry, Kelli, Jason and Anthony.” Jason quickly gave me a sideways glance and mouthed, “who’s Anthony?” We both chuckled.
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About Kelli K.
The purpose for staring this blog is threefold, one, to push my personal limits a bit and share my story with others, two, hopefully in doing so, to get a clearer understanding of myself and three, to inspire the youth with similar stories to keep going. My story is weird. I’ve seen the response on people’s faces my entire life. I am fairly guarded on what and how I share with people but I have decided I’m too old give a fuck anymore.
As I’ve said, my story is weird, but only parts. Many parts are very normal. Hopefully this blog will allow me to introduce myself in a way that reflects my many angles (and curves) and refuses to let you walk away and peg me as, “the girl who did this” or “the girl who did that”.
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