So we are on our way back to the Uncle Matt story. First off, however, a few housekeeping details. Most of you know I am taking this Blogging 101 class. So if you tune in here and see any sort of changes, that is what is going on. A few changes may be permanent, but most are just assignments designed to stretch my blogging and tech skills a bit. (Many of you will notice the new non-blurry header!)
Okay, so here we go back to Uncle Matt. I think we left him stoned, in eighth grade, on my front doorstep. Now in this episode, things may get a bit blurry. I am currently on a lot of meds and my memory is shot…not to mention that at that time in my life I was on crazy manic highs and deep dark lows.
My mother and saintly husband #5 moved back from Denver and stepdad remarried a decent woman. So Matt had a couple of places to bounce around to. Mostly during this time he lived with his father. And I think it was around then the trouble with the “law” began. Matt had a thing for underage drinking. Matt was what my husband called a “cop magnet”. For example, once he got so drunk while he was driving, he pulled off the road onto an off ramp, opened the car door and fell out onto the ground. Of course, the overhead light was on, so thirty people called 911. When Matt would get in these situations, his father would go bail him out and hire an attorney. I’m sure he was also doing drugs in there but I wasn’t around him much so I don’t really know.
I’m going to tell the next part of Matt’s story through the women he was with. I have somewhat of a good handle on them. What a group!
The first one was Beth and they got married. She was a quiet little thing, almost sort of mousy. She had a good job and they seemed to get along all right. (I should mention here that although Matt dropped out of school at 14, he did go to auto body shop school, had some talent for it and was always able to get a job that paid well. The problem was keeping a job.)
Now for some reason Matt had a problem staying with just one woman at a time. I understood this with some of the later losers he dated but not early on. Beth seemed perfectly fine to me. Another interesting thing about Matt is that almost all of his former girlfriends and wives carried a torch for him forever and would bail him out, feed him, let him live with them, etc. even after he had cheated on them. Seriously weird.
This was about the time Matt started getting DUI’s on a regular basis and spending time in jail. He also lost his license. (He never has gotten it back.) But he would spend three days here, a day there, just sort of float around jail from time to time. Nothing big, and he wasn’t gone long enough to lose his job. (Be aware that plenty of guys at auto body shops drink!)
Next, during Beth, Uncle Matt moved on to Chera. Chera was another bright girl with a good job. What these women saw in Matt I will never know. Chera had a darling little girl and a cop for an ex-husband. But this didn’t seem to bother Matt a bit.
Now Matt and Chera got into the arguing thing. There was quite a bit of yelling and pushing and that sort of stuff. We would have them over occasionally for meals here and there and they would get into it. (I was married by this time.) It REALLY bothered me that this precious little girl was being raised in the midst of all this fighting and I let both of them know I was pissed about it in no uncertain terms. But what do old sisters know?
A couple of years went by and we got into the “Jennifers”. Matt had left Chera by this point and I kid you not, was dating three different women named Jennifer all at the same time. (My husband thought this was hysterical.) There was lots of drama involved with this situation. Clothes being thrown on the lawn, someone’s car seat lit on fire, a patio sliding door broken, it was quite a love fest. This all eventually sorted itself out and we got down to just one Jennifer.
I hate to digress here but would love to mention my crazy mother at this point. She had started drinking really heavily. She was living in town and husband #5 (the saint) would call us to come and break up fights. He would decide to throw all her booze away. I was present at one of these throw-aways and I found a HUGE bottle of vodka under the bathroom sink. Do they make vodka in gallon jugs? Anyway, Mom told me not to throw it away cause she was disinfecting the sink and toilet with it. Meantime, I am still hitting wild mania and big depressions. I wonder why my husband stayed. Probably for the entertainment value alone.
Okay, so we are back to the sole Jennifer. She decides she wants to marry Uncle Matt in a big way. Seriously mentally ill. Of course they have no money. Jennifer hears an ad on the radio about a contest to win a free wedding. You just have to write in and tell why you love your groom-to-be. And she writes in. And she wins.
This isn’t some bare bones wedding they have. This place went all out. It was on TV. The bride and groom had champagne and then parachuted from a small plane for more excitement. They had a nice dress for Jennifer, a tux for Uncle Matt, great flowers, food, and music. My daughter was the flower girl and our little son carried the provided wedding rings. The hotel ballroom was all decorated and they had lots of food. But it was very sad. Cause the only guests were my husband, me, and our three little kids. I tried to make a big fuss over everything and I think it helped a little. The hotel rounded up a bunch of employees to eat the food and dance. It wasn’t a bad time, if you like uniformed strangers at your wedding.
Sorry this is going to a part three. Uncle Matt is just quite a topic.