We left off with my mom remarried. I guess the guy was okay, but at some point I didn't like him anymore. Probably more pre-teen crap than anything else. Here is how I see it but not actually what happened (just goes to show you how we think ALL about ourselves). I had a friend over and my step dad told me to put away the dishes. I said I will do it when Scott leaves and he said no you do it now. I screamed I hate you and went in my room and cried. I think I told my mom I wanted to go live with my dad.
I don't know how it really happened but that is what I remember.
My mom and I went (another day) to the store. We came out and by our car was my dad. Just like nothing. Oh how I cried. I was so happy. We ended up moving out to CA with him. My brother Tony got married and they moved with us (shortly afterwards). It seems my parents were "talking" and got back together. It wasn't until I was about 22 that I learned it wasn't because of my "I hate you" to my step dad.
My mom promised I could take my dog, Bilbo. We moved and no Bilbo. I cried all the time. One night my dad picked me up from skating and said your mom wants to talk to you in your room. I walked in and was knocked down by Bilbo (German Shepherd/St. Bernard mix). I was so happy. I loved that damn dog!