Sissy Story Chapter 01
Life with Mother Mom and Dad and I were a family. My first memories were of three of us, Mom and Dad and me. We lived in wonderful big house with a pool and a maid to help with the cleaning, and men who came by to do the yard and the pool. I didn’t see it as privileged, rather as reality, but we had a lot of money. Dad left when I was six, in the summer after first grade. I cried, but it didn’t help, he left anyway. At least the yelling stopped at home. Instead, there commenced a time of Mom crying almost every night, screaming on the phone, and lawyers. I remember the lawyers coming by the house and conversations about divorce. Mom told me all about it, blow by blow. …