I miss Burt

I remember the summer that I was eleven.  My mom and I lived in a duplex that was owned by the old lady who lived in the house next door. My mom was dating a man in the military named Mark. I was woken up by them arguing about sex. I guess he wanted it but she didn’t. Mom kept telling him to leave but he wouldn’t until my mom went outside in her houserobe and socks. Naturally the idiot followed. He began to get very abusive by yelling mean things at my mom and calling her names as he … Read more