My parents are Bradley Scott Sparks and Trudy Lee Taylor. They met when my mom's family moved into the house next to my Grandfather, Kenny Sparks' feed store in Stanford, which is a not-even-a-town located on Highway 45 in Monroe County Indiana.
I have mixed feelings about my parents. Take my Dad for instance. He was raised a farmer's son. He got expelled from Eastern Greene County High School for selling pot out of his truck in the school parking lot. When he was working for his Dad at the feed store, he would pocket money at the register and even take from the damn thing.
He was also a schmuck. Like me. He was the kind of idiot who would hold a girl's jacket and purse for her while she danced with some other guy. In the early days of he and my mom knowing each other, he would pose as her date to her parents and pick her up, then take her to meet her real date. He would cover for her, and stir up trouble for himself, to get my mom out of it. The fucking retard. He wanted to be with her so bad, he didn't care how he got it. Whatever capacity, as long as she was included. It didn't matter if she brought her date along with her, she was there. Dad, you pathetic loser.
I guess in the end it didn't matter. Eventually they started dating. Even though he couldn't hold a job. Even though he had been expelled from school. In Mom's own words, "He knew how to have fun. And he always had good weed."
So the facade became a reality and they were dating. For the record my Mom still has a soft spot in her heart for him. She says he was her best friend. She went with him because in the end she felt like he was the safest choice. Boy was she wrong. She got pregnant maybe a year after. She was 17 at the time. She did finish high school though. I give her that. They got married to much protest from Grandma Rita but she relented and allowed it.
A lot of their relationship and time together I have no idea about. So, please don't think that I do. A lot of it is mostly what Mom's told me and let's face it, she's biased. And since Scott, Dad, whatever, hasn't offered any details or his side, I can only assume it's all true. He didn't get arrested for selling drugs because Grandma Helen Sparks worked at the courthouse and got him out of it. He got kicked out of the National Guard because of cocaine. Even though they had two babies he wouldn't keep a job and when he did have money he spent it on blow, weed, and military paraphernalia. That's why she dumped his ass two (or three?) different times before it stuck and they were split up. They were together a total of about 4 years.
They were together long enough for me and my brother to be born and that's about it. Mom says in the end, the bad times with him outweighed the good. She couldn't trust him, or rely on him anymore. She resented him and couldn't stand to be around him anymore. A resentment that was felt by at least one of her sons.
That's all I have to say about that at the moment. I'll tell you more about Dad and more about Mom later.
The next chapter I'll be telling you about the early years. How I was born, and what went on during the first five years of my existence.
