normalcy

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Kimberley Paul. normalcy

normalcy. Kim Cooney

Dedication

Acknowledgements

Christine

Daddy’s gone

Mommy dearest

Cleanup and cravings

My quest

Florida

Almost There

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This book is dedicated to all my loving and supportive family and friends.

To my husband who has been working very hard to provide me with the free time needed to write books, and probably sleeps with one eye open now…I love you YOBO!!

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Getting into my teen years, I started to crave more and began to focus on rodents and small animals. They bled a lot more than bugs and they squirmed more, almost as if frantically begging for their lives. My parents liked the mousetraps that trapped them but didn’t kill them, they said it was easier to dump them somewhere than to have to get rid of their stinky rotten dead bodies. I loved getting to the traps before them and checking for mice. When I found one alive in the box I would almost black out from the rush of excitement that surged through my entire body. I tingled everywhere and my crotch would become moist. One day while I was at the end of a mouse session my mother walked out and saw what I was doing. She instantly became enraged and began to beat me. She told me while beating me that this was not appropriate behavior for me, but I just thought she was whacked out of her mind from the drugs and drinking so I wrote off the whole experience to another one of mother’s rages.

You could say my home life was not very typical by today’s standards. My dad was gone a lot. We would see him maybe every other week or so for a few days and the whole time he was home he walked around the house in a drunken stupor. My dad was not abusive though, in fact he loved me very much. He told me often how much he loved me during our special time we would have in my room late at night. He showed me how good the love of a father could feel and in return I was a good little girl and did exactly as he told me to do. He even said I was better than mother at making him feel good like a man should feel. I was very proud and loved him very much.

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