I forgot my password tonight. I haven’t been on here in a while and I was so frustrated just trying to recall what it was and jumping through the hoops of waiting for a code and creating a new one. BOY my life is so hard! I can assure you it is not. My life is pretty amazing, although my aches and pains keep me down I am blessed beyond measure on where my life has taken me. Not only is my life incredible but so is my wonderful life long friend Auburn’s.
When I was in 5th grade many things happened. One was I now was a part of the big kids classroom. Our school consisted of three buildings. One was Kindergarten through fourth, the second building was fifth through eighth and the last building was the lunch room. Fifth grade brought on many things. For one we had a brand new teacher, him and his wife now ran the school and had came to us from California. I’m pretty certain to say you could call them hippies. They wore burkenstocks all year long and the wife didn’t shave her arm pits. We also had several new families that had shown up for the new year. This was not unusual as we attracted people that were passing through quickly while looking over their shoulders.
Auburn came from a large family. I can’t recall how many kids there were but there were several. Her father had passed away and her mom and her boyfriend moved the kids around quite a bit. I cannot recall where or of the boyfriend worked but Auburns mother did.
One morning at school while Auburn and I were in the restroom Auburn started crying as clots were falling out of her. This is where life really sucks where you need to discuss something that changed you forever but there is no kind way to explain it. Auburn was being raped by her mothers boyfriend. As I am writing this I am crying remembering how horrific all of this was. Our teachers aid contacted the County and CPS arrived and removed Auburn from school. Later we had heard that when they discussed the circumstances with her mother her own mother chose to take her boyfriends side and said Auburn had fabricated the whole story. I remember my father saying to my mom that they should really go and get Auburn as no one would want a child that had a history like hers. The following year Auburn was allowed to come back for a school visit one day. It was the only day I wasn’t in school that year.
Over the years she was always in my thoughts. I had heard that she was in a nice foster home when she stopped to visit us at school but I never really knew if she was adopted or not. I of course had friends that come and went but I would always wonder what it would be like to have her in my life.
When I moved back to the Southwest I found a similar name on a social networking site and at the age of 32 I found Auburn. We were actually living in the same city, I couldn’t believe it. We arranged a time to meet and I could hardly wait to see her. We met at a coffee shop and she told me about the rest of her childhood and the countless foster homes that did more harm then good. She married young and had already had three children by the time I had met her. Our lives were in very different places. I was climbing the corporate ladder and she was raising three children.
When she left I watched her get into her new car and drive away as gorgeous as ever. It was very different then the day she was ripped out of all of our little lives with her stringy hair and old clothes. Looking back it must have been so hard for her to even meet with me knowing the memories that may resurface but I’m incredibly glad she did.
Auburns children are grown now and she is a grandmother as well. She lives in the midwest and we keep in contact. You see you and I both forgot about that darn password that was ruining my life tonight.