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| Remember back when I was training on the vent and Steve and Kevin had taken me over to the other mom's house to see how she had hers setup? I hadn't ever thought of her again. I was just too busy with day to day things and these babies I was trying to keep out of trouble. I had actually forgotten who she was by then. Well, she started calling me and nagging me to meet this guy she knew. I refused for a long time, saying that I got babies and no time for men. I surely didn't have much luck last go round and didn't want to get involved in any emotional drama when I had my hands so full. But after a month or more of her calling me and nagging I finally decided to go to a holiday dinner at her house and meet him just to get her to leave me alone about it. Thus begins a 14 year relationship with the man that helped me raise my kids. It would end in heartbreak, but in 1990 it was real nice and he loved me and the kids and it didn't matter to him that I was never allowed out of my house after 6 in the evening. |
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| Our dates would consist of crayola crayons, first steps, whining babies, home nurses and Nite Lite Love Songs on WENS radio at first we spent alot of time on the phone, but then he started coming over more and more. I was still pretty independent after having done the past 4 years all alone, but my parents were so happy that I had a guy with me now... they were so far away and so penniless and always worried about me and my babies in the big city |
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| So then.... the picture taking died down a bit as I started cooking dinner for grown-ups and doing things other than spending every moment playing with and teaching my kids things. And in October of 1991 we decided to move in together. Which meant we had to move because I was living in a Section8 government subsidized apartment. I had to trust again because moving meant paying full blown rent and I couldn't handle that on my own. So I don't know if Tim knew what kind of emotional trauma I was going through making this decision for me and my babies..... but I finally decided everything *might* be oK and we moved out of the apartment to start our lives together we didn't get married, because Medicaid pays Danny's daily bills for medicines, equipment and nursing which are phenomenal to say the least and we couldn't even afford a percentage of those costs |
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| Summer had been spending a weekend or so a month with Emmett and Laurie, and knew that Emmett was her Daddy. but this was Danny's first experience with a 'Daddy' person And the kids DID indeed call him 'Daddy' (of their own accord) after we'd spent the first 2 years together...and he did indeed earn that title |
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