Such Is Life
pt1
I had a boring upbringing in a piss hole little town in England. It was populated mainly by sheep and farmers, nothing exciting, nothing out of the ordinary, that was until the day I turned 15 and my Mom and Dad decided they had put each other through enough pain for the last 18 years and split. I can't say it was that much of a shock, I heard the late night arguments usually culminating in my mother throwing large objects at the wall and my Dad heading to the nearest bar, the nearest hooker. I thought life couldn't get any worse, then she got a new job.
"Come and see your aunt in America!" she said one dismal day in January 3 months after they decided to go their separate ways. "We'll have a holiday, have fun!" She lied to me. The job was a given, she just failed to tell me this fact.
We arrived in Texas, it was, to my dismay, much the same as the dreary place I'd just been dragged from, only the sheep were replaced by cows and the rain replaced by scorching hot sun! After 3 days of tip toeing around my 'uncle' (who wasn't really my 'uncle' just the scum bag my mother's sister decided to marry one drunken night in Las Vegas), my mother went out for the day. This continued every day for the next week, leaving me to sit in my room, staring at the ceiling, wow some fun holiday this was. I listened to the same arguments coming from downstairs day after day only in a different accent. My aunt was born and bred in England but had lived in the states for a number of years, who knew how long, but her accent was much the same unless she lost her temper and the occasional 'y'all' came spouting out. My 'Uncle' however had been Texas raised and I had a hard time understanding a damn word he said unless he was swearing, those words I understood in any accent. It made me wonder if that was the life women were supposed to live, cheating, drunken husbands, swearing and screaming at each other, after all it was all I knew!
After I had a week on my own my mother came home one night to announce we were staying on! My heart sank, I didn't belong in Texas, I wanted to go home. But Texas wasn't where we were staying on at all. We packed up our shit and got into the rental and drove to a bus station. It wasn't until we were on the bus that she even bothered to tell me what the hell was going on. She had a job, with a prestigious company, as a photographer. No shit! I didn't even know my mother could use a camera, then again there hadn't been all that many happy family occasions where she would need one in our household! We were going to another bus station in Ohio where someone would meet us and then put us on another damn bus to go God knows where. I couldn't argue, I never did argue with my mother anyway, I found her to be a weak woman always aiming to impress for some unknown reason. I couldn't understand why, she was pretty enough without trying to prove it all the damn time! She had been a model when she met my father, I guess that's where I got my moderately decent looks from although I was no stunner! At 15 all I wanted to do was listen to boy bands and hang with my friends, fantasising about fame, singing in the hairbrush, I've never met a 15 year ld that didn't do that shit in some form or another. Now here I was 1000's of miles away from home, no friends, no boy bands, no hope. I felt like she had ripped me out of my old life, I had no words for what she was doing to me, and obviously she didn't care. She had her job, her new 'career' maybe I would just get in the way and she'd send me home to dad eventually.
Arriving at Ohio we were met by two scruffy looking men in black polo shirts, I didn't take note of the logo on the breast pocket, maybe I should have then it wouldn't have been so much of a damn shock when finally we got off the coach and I was confronted with a huge Sign, "APPEARING TONIGHT WORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION - SOLD OUT!!" My jaw dropped, she had GOT to be kidding me right?
I turned to my mother with an almost 'pleading' look on my face. she smiled and put her arm around me as she walked towards this huge building.
"So sweetie, what do you think?" she smiled and I stared at her, still unbelieving she was actually going to put me through this crap.
"I think you're crazy!" I said seriously and she laughed, like she always did when I said something she didn't much like, which is why I never bothered to argue with her in the first place. Everything was a big adventure for her since splitting with my father. It started with hosting crappy 'Avon' parties she got bored of that within 2 weeks and moved onto sex toys, although at the time I didn't know they were sex toys exactly, just that a bus load of middle aged women would come to the house and giggle uncontrollably while I was in my room (Singing into the hairbrush, dreaming of boy bands....you get the picture!)
So here we were, where it was exactly I didn't know, didn't ask, wasn't told, but it was an arena, and my mother had landed a job with the WWF, a huge joke to me and my girlfriends for the past 5 years! We cracked up at these fully grown men on TV wearing lycra and glittery jackets! Said how utterly fake they all were and how they were all ugly, sweaty old men! Oh if my friends could see me now huh? I cringed as we entered the building. I cringed more as I was introduced to the men I'd laughed at, this was not happening! Who the hell was Randy Savage anyway?
pt1
I had a boring upbringing in a piss hole little town in England. It was populated mainly by sheep and farmers, nothing exciting, nothing out of the ordinary, that was until the day I turned 15 and my Mom and Dad decided they had put each other through enough pain for the last 18 years and split. I can't say it was that much of a shock, I heard the late night arguments usually culminating in my mother throwing large objects at the wall and my Dad heading to the nearest bar, the nearest hooker. I thought life couldn't get any worse, then she got a new job.
"Come and see your aunt in America!" she said one dismal day in January 3 months after they decided to go their separate ways. "We'll have a holiday, have fun!" She lied to me. The job was a given, she just failed to tell me this fact.
We arrived in Texas, it was, to my dismay, much the same as the dreary place I'd just been dragged from, only the sheep were replaced by cows and the rain replaced by scorching hot sun! After 3 days of tip toeing around my 'uncle' (who wasn't really my 'uncle' just the scum bag my mother's sister decided to marry one drunken night in Las Vegas), my mother went out for the day. This continued every day for the next week, leaving me to sit in my room, staring at the ceiling, wow some fun holiday this was. I listened to the same arguments coming from downstairs day after day only in a different accent. My aunt was born and bred in England but had lived in the states for a number of years, who knew how long, but her accent was much the same unless she lost her temper and the occasional 'y'all' came spouting out. My 'Uncle' however had been Texas raised and I had a hard time understanding a damn word he said unless he was swearing, those words I understood in any accent. It made me wonder if that was the life women were supposed to live, cheating, drunken husbands, swearing and screaming at each other, after all it was all I knew!
After I had a week on my own my mother came home one night to announce we were staying on! My heart sank, I didn't belong in Texas, I wanted to go home. But Texas wasn't where we were staying on at all. We packed up our shit and got into the rental and drove to a bus station. It wasn't until we were on the bus that she even bothered to tell me what the hell was going on. She had a job, with a prestigious company, as a photographer. No shit! I didn't even know my mother could use a camera, then again there hadn't been all that many happy family occasions where she would need one in our household! We were going to another bus station in Ohio where someone would meet us and then put us on another damn bus to go God knows where. I couldn't argue, I never did argue with my mother anyway, I found her to be a weak woman always aiming to impress for some unknown reason. I couldn't understand why, she was pretty enough without trying to prove it all the damn time! She had been a model when she met my father, I guess that's where I got my moderately decent looks from although I was no stunner! At 15 all I wanted to do was listen to boy bands and hang with my friends, fantasising about fame, singing in the hairbrush, I've never met a 15 year ld that didn't do that shit in some form or another. Now here I was 1000's of miles away from home, no friends, no boy bands, no hope. I felt like she had ripped me out of my old life, I had no words for what she was doing to me, and obviously she didn't care. She had her job, her new 'career' maybe I would just get in the way and she'd send me home to dad eventually.
Arriving at Ohio we were met by two scruffy looking men in black polo shirts, I didn't take note of the logo on the breast pocket, maybe I should have then it wouldn't have been so much of a damn shock when finally we got off the coach and I was confronted with a huge Sign, "APPEARING TONIGHT WORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION - SOLD OUT!!" My jaw dropped, she had GOT to be kidding me right?
I turned to my mother with an almost 'pleading' look on my face. she smiled and put her arm around me as she walked towards this huge building.
"So sweetie, what do you think?" she smiled and I stared at her, still unbelieving she was actually going to put me through this crap.
"I think you're crazy!" I said seriously and she laughed, like she always did when I said something she didn't much like, which is why I never bothered to argue with her in the first place. Everything was a big adventure for her since splitting with my father. It started with hosting crappy 'Avon' parties she got bored of that within 2 weeks and moved onto sex toys, although at the time I didn't know they were sex toys exactly, just that a bus load of middle aged women would come to the house and giggle uncontrollably while I was in my room (Singing into the hairbrush, dreaming of boy bands....you get the picture!)
So here we were, where it was exactly I didn't know, didn't ask, wasn't told, but it was an arena, and my mother had landed a job with the WWF, a huge joke to me and my girlfriends for the past 5 years! We cracked up at these fully grown men on TV wearing lycra and glittery jackets! Said how utterly fake they all were and how they were all ugly, sweaty old men! Oh if my friends could see me now huh? I cringed as we entered the building. I cringed more as I was introduced to the men I'd laughed at, this was not happening! Who the hell was Randy Savage anyway?