Taking Out The Garbage
My mother was dating a man named Mark for about 12 years, the latter 8 of which they were living together. Mark has two sons, one a fully-functioning, productive and enlightened member of society that I only saw when he came into town on holidays and such, and then there's the 'other' one. The other one is named Jeremy and is a few years older than I am. When Mark first moved in, Jeremy was living in Colorado with his girlfriend and I was living at my aunt's house. They came back from CO and got... Sign in to see full entry.