A Step-Daughter's Perspective of Her Heart Broken Step-Dad
This is a story about a step-father and his step-daughter and their lives together from the daughter's point of view.
It was just another day.
A little about me.
My name is Sandra, I'm 19 years old and I finished high school at the end of my junior year a few months prior to my 18th birthday.
I finished earlier than normal due to my 4.0 grade level and college prep courses.
With my mom, we lived not too far away from lake Keowee in South Carolina.
I was born and raised by my mom alone and had a very nice childhood life growing up with her until I reached 10 years old.
Mom had me when she was 16 and raised me by herself until she met my step-dad.
Being that my mom had no other family this seems a little strange, although life has a funny way of working out.
She never talked much about my real father, only saying his family were very rich and paid her off to keep her mouth shut about the whole ordeal.
They assumed legal guardianship of my mother until she reached her 18th birthday.
At 18 years old my mother agreed to sign some documents stating they had no legal obligation to her or me after the payment of one million dollars was made.
Furthermore, she or I were never allowed to contact them in any way.
Kind of makes you wonder how truly shitty some people really are.
Yes, a million dollars seems like a lot, although if you span it out over 14 years it is more like a normal income if you conserve your spending properly.
Mom had her tubes tied after she reached 18 years old, saying one child was enough for her.
When I turned 10 years old my step-dad came into our lives and everything changed in the best way.
My mom and step-dad had a wonderful life together.
Although only for a few years, it was very apparent how loving and devoted they were to each other.
Seeing the love between them brought the three of us that much closer together.
As a litter girl I could not have asked for a better father figure role model.
In the beginning being only 10 years old, it was hard for me to believe at first just how much my mom truly loved him.
It seemed like every time their eyes met both of their hearts just melted.
As I grew up the more it reinforced my feelings of my wanting to find a man this perfect.
Yes, at times his over-protective nature was a bit extreme at times.
As I matured past 16 years old, I started having boyfriends come over.
And yes, as a typical modern teenage girl I snuck around a few times having sex with only one of my boyfriends when I turned 18 years old.
Every time any of them would come over my step-dad would always be doing something like sharpening the kitchen knives or cleaning some of his guns.
He never said anything out of place, although the look in his eyes toward my boyfriends was like:
'Touch My Daughter and You Won't Live Long'.
Several of my to be boyfriends never came around a second time.
I guess you could say he has kind of a yesteryear days old-school kind of soul.
He never mixed words, and was always very blunt and straight-forward to the point on anything.
Being politically correct does not exist in my step-dad's mind, he is the epitome of traditional male masculinity.
His total loving respect for my mom and I was always very apparent letting my mom run things about 80 percent of the time.
Only putting his foot down on a decision when he felt mom was not thinking clearly.
Jim, my step-dad was the perfect father figure.
I never ever heard a foul or condescending word out of his mouth toward my mother or I.
On the other hand, if someone outside the family pissed him off or said the wrong thing, he would quickly tell them just what he thought about them and where they could go.
Some people outside of our family always felt he was very obnoxious and arrogant always stating the truth about anything no matter if it hurt someone's feelings or not.
No one ever stood up to this monster of a man, a couple of times I saw the fear in men's eyes that tried confronting him.
His love for the two of us had not bounds, and he would have gladly given up his life at any time to protect us.
Even when we walked down a sidewalk anywhere, he would never let either of us walk on the outside next to the street.
His inherent love and protection over my mom and I held us in a perpetual state of safety and happiness that never ended.
When I turned 14 years old my mother died instantly in a head-on car collision from a drunk driver.
This destroyed mine and my step-dad's lives.
Immediately my step-dad stopped traveling for work as a computer consultant and would not leave my side for a moment, other than to visit mom's grave at the cemetery.
You have no idea how much this meant to me, and how supportive he actual was.
Yes, it hit me very hard losing my mother, although it was easy to see how much my step-father was truly grieving.
My step-dad tried his best to put on a good show of things, although the total sadness in his eyes was always there.
He went to the cemetery every day; Many times, I even caught him sitting in the pouring rain.
Every time I went up to him in the cemetery, he had tears rolling down his face.
It showed very clearly that since his soul-mate was gone his life was over.
This never changed;
His devotion to my mom even after her passing never faltered.
Over the next five years this was the new normal and never developed into anything healthier.
My step-dad never ever looked at another woman, never dated, never even spoke to another woman ever.
It was like he had become a total hermit and could never get over the heartache of losing his one true love.
He was always there for me, helping out in any way he could being not just the perfect father but the best loving mentor in life lessons ever.
Like I mentioned before, I was 10 years old when mom and my step-dad were married.
My mom was 26 years old when they married, and my step-dad was 22 years old.
They met one day while mom and I were out driving on a back-country road and had a flat tire.
My mom was a little confused not knowing just what to do, so she called for a tow truck and they said it would be at least 45 minutes to an hour before they could get out to where we were.
Just then Jim, my step-dad to be was driving by and pulled over and stepped out of his truck.
When he stepped down out of his truck my first feeling was that of overwhelming
TERROR
seeing a man that looked like a
TANK
walk back to our car.
He stands a little over 6 feet tall with short wavy dark brown hair and a very short beard.
His whole appearance was
Ominous As Hell
, just being a little 10-year-old girl, I thought his shoulders looked to be at least
3 feet wide
.
Looking at him, he had very enormous cannon ball shoulders and massive arms that looked like they could very easily rip anything apart.
He was wearing a black tank top tee shirt and blue jeans with black military style boots.
The tank top had a picture of the Rolling Stones tongue logo on it.
On his left upper arm was a tattoo of the United States Marine Corps - Eagle Globe and Anchor.
On his right upper arm was a Harley Davidson - Eagle and Shield logo tattoo.
