Amy took the kids to live with her sister Kathy, who encouraged her to file for a divorce. Then her sister rented a farm for Amy and the kids to live on -- but took it away from Amy a year later, and they wound up living in a trashy house in the middle of a weedy derelict field. A single mother, jobless, with eight kids. When she told me she was going to change their last name back to Anderson I made her sign a notarized document absolving me from paying any child support before I would sign the divorce papers. Turns out my document had no legal standing.
I find that after all these years I'm still looking for villains to blame for those terrible events and melancholy years of alternating despair and rage. The only person I have a right to villify is me.
Poor Stephen. He wanted a basketball scholarship, but in his senior year he injured his ankle and it was never attended to properly, so he lost his chance at professional basketball. I think he still mourns for that lost opportunity. I often pray that he will find a better substitute -- just as I did when I couldn't do physical comedy anymore because of my arthritis, but was blessed instead to be able to make people laugh with my light verse.
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