Shortly after my son, Chris, was born, Merle got a job along side his sister and brother in a bar. He, of course, was the bouncer. The job would keep them all out till two or three in the morning, so I grew lonely. With my only company being my children, one of whom couldn't speak, and the other just learning to form comprehensive sentences, I resorted to trying to keep myself entertained through writing. I found I had a knack for it, who knew?
Days seemed to go by too fast around our little trailer. Mary and Chris quickly transformed into two beautiful toddlers, and I myself shed all of the extra weight. I began taking them out around town more often, we went out to parks, we window shopped, and went out with friends I made through just getting myself out there, or people I'd met through the bar.
Though the bar life did seem glamorous, it wasn't for me. I had never liked the taste of alcohol so much that I would want to go out and have some every night with strangers. I would much rather make sure my children were fed, and tucked in at night.