I am a 39 year old woman. I grew up in the typical middle class American family. Everything went along well until I turned 9 and my mother died in a car accident. She was with a man she knew from High School. She was cheating on my father, and rumor has it that she was breaking it off with him that night to make it work with my dad. Family members tell me now that there was speculation that she was murdered and the accident was to cover it up. The auto manufacturer even sent out a rep to investigate and he found that the accident could not have caused the injuries that she had sustained. Who knows, nothing ever really came of it and life went on.
Fast forward a few years. I am now 12. My father had remarried and things seemed to be going along ok, at least from my 12 year old perspective. I am not really sure what had happened, but I had later learned that my father and stepmother were heavy into substance abuse and my father flipped out one day thinking someone was after him and he stole someones car. He ended up in jail and then he went to the state mental hospital for about 4 months. My brother and I had no idea where he was during this time, we lived with our grandparents.
Now 2 more years go by and I am now 14. Things had been pretty quiet in our lives for a couple of years. But our peace was soon shattered when my father sustained a gunshot wound to the head, and survived. At first everyone believed it was self-inflicted. Soon though people began to speculate that my stepmother shot him. My father was right handed and his wound was on the left side of his head. He and my stepmother split up after this, leading me to believe that maybe she had done it. Who knows, nothing ever came of this either, and no one really knows what happened. My father's injuries weren't too bad, he lost some function in the right side of his body, but all in all he recovered pretty well considering.
Life carried on once again. Went pretty smoothly until I turned 18 and my father died from a brain tumor 9 years after my mother had died. In some strange ironic way, the man my mother had been seeing also died from a brain tumor.
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