Abduction and a dysfunctional father

A throwback post. I owned a waterbed. When I built my home after Tom died, I moved the waterbed into my new home and my father being the dick that he is, would not listen to me and he kept sloshing the mattress around as it filled. I told him to leave it alone or it would have issues, like bunching up. We should center it and leave it completely alone. It bunched up and became caught in a corner and began to leak all over my bedroom and my new carpet. I ran to buy a steam cleaner and fans, so he literally left for home. True story. No apologies no help, no buying me a new anything. I took everything apart. I moved my waterbed mattress to the trash…it weighed a million pounds and it took me all day to drag it to the curb. I took apart my waterbed support and drawers and stacked them in my garage. I listed them for sale. I bought a new bed and mattresses, again not one word of monetary or helpful assistance or remorse from my father. My new bed and mattresses were delivered and I put them together, alone.

He sucks, but HERE IS THE STORY.

I listed the old waterbed materials in the newspaper. I sold them a week later and a lady arrived with a man to move them into their truck…this couple, they were super duper creepy. I instantly felt my psychic radar going off. They paid me. I watched them load the parts and I shut my garage door, immediately. It then began to get dark. They knocked on my front door, I peeked out and they asked to use my phone, I don’t remember why. I said no. They went to their truck. They came back and knocked. They said their tire was now flat and they needed my phone. (No cellphones yet, in 1994.) I’m 22 and my 2 year old was playing in her room. I told them no. They came back to my door, knocked, and I peeked out while they said that they needed my husband to help them with the tire. (I’m widowed. They are trying to find out if I’m alone.) I told them he’d be right out and shut the door. They stood at my front door waiting for what seemed like forever. I locked the door, again and I grabbed my Chow Chow out of my laundry room. They began knocking, loudly. That dog, who never barked ever, began growling like a wild bear. They left, but began calling me for weeks. I had to change my phone number.

This story came to me, as I read about a girl who was abducted locally. It can happen to anyone. Thank God I bought a dog the minute I moved back to Indiana. She was a guardian angel. She was our protector and she’s even in my children’s book about Hannah. Sable was the best dog and companion. I will always miss her.