I was finding it increasingly hard to make ends meet while raising Turner. Like I had guessed Hunter wasn’t in his life, so like I said I would I went down to the court house and city hall and signed forms and things to make it so Hunter continued to stay out of our lives. I hate when I’m right about things like that, but it is how life goes, I wasn’t going to have Turner have a father who wouldn’t or doesn’t keep their word on anything they said and who was not a part of his life to begin with – that just isn’t right. I knew though eventually Turner will ask about him and when that time came I’d sit Turner down and explain it to him, and tell him all about it and the reason why. In the mean time to make ends meet I’d paint non stop between chances I got to take naps, and take care of Turner, eventually it started bringing in money and I was able to pay bills and put food in the house and get formula and eventually baby food.
I refused to call my mom for help, but I did call her and let her know that she was a proud grandmother of a baby boy named Turner and she squealed so loud in the phone I thought I’d go deaf. Finally the practically sleepless nights subsided as Turner started sleeping through the night, and before I knew it Turner’s birthday had come again! My little baby boy was going to be two years old, I didn’t have much money but I did buy a cake and helped Turner blow out the little candles on it – he just giggled at me. Finally it was time to give Turner baby food, no more bottles that was the best part aside from teaching Turner how to talk and walk, he learned to use the potty all on his own. He made it very apparent he did not like a wet diaper and learned potty training with in days. As for baby food, I have to say most of it made it to my walls and the floor and clothes the first few times I tried to feed him, then when he learned to feed himself he liked to throw the food around…a majority of it actually.
Turner finally got it down how to eat with out a single mess to be found(thank goodness – scrubbing the walls and floors everyday can do a number on your hands). Time flew by because before I knew it Turner was talking and walking and running when he could, and he was about to turn 10 – it felt as if yesterday I was bringing him home. I had a little bit more money and was able to get a cake, and a few presents for him this time and I was even able to remodel my cabin..into a cabin with a japanese flare. As a present to Turner when the remodel was complete I let him choose the colors out for him room down to the floors, walls, windows and even his furniture – he said that was the best present ever..aside from the one’s he got for his birthday of course. He even started locking his door, hey every kid needs their privacy who am I to invade it – Turner was a great kid, always did his homework on time and never even missed a day at school.
I felt bad though because I was working a lot to make ends meet once again because the re-model took a lot out of my account. I didn’t want Turner to think I was ignoring him or anything, so when I did get a chance I’d spend as much time with him as possible by going to the park, or playing games even helping him with his homework. At one point he asked me to stop because I was smothering him as a parent, that’s when I knew Turner was growing up. After that I’d still spend time with him, but not as much I thought it was funny but at least I knew my son would be a very honest man when he grew up. When Turner was about 12 or 13 I met a man by the name of Dimitri Ignaov while I was fishing on a day off, it was one of my favorite past times.
Dimitri was very quiet and shy at first and then he opened up and started talking. Before I knew it Dimitri and I would hang out everyday after I was off work, and we’d have dinner together at my house or go out to the bistro to eat. Turner didn’t seem to mind Dimitri, in fact Turner seemed to like Dimitri – I’m not sure if it’s because he was happy to see me happy or if it was because it meant I wouldn’t be a shadow over Turner every day. Somewhere down the line Dimitri and I started dating and it was amazing, one day after Turner had gone to sleep and Dimitri and I were talking, I finally decided to tell him what Hunter Cottoneye did to me. Dimitri was not happy about it and apologized so many times I had to tell him to stop and that it wasn’t his fault, and told him thank you anyways.
Time had flown because it was already Turner’s 16th birthday. I had almost forgot about it, and I felt so bad – Turner said don’t worry about it mom I know you’ve been busy with work, and hanging out with Dimitri and everything. The last minute I was able to buy a birthday cake for Turner and he enjoyed it. I apologized for not being able to throw a birthday party but he said don’t worry about it. Two years into our relationship, Dimitri and I got engaged and I was really happy, now to plan for a wedding..and wedding party. Turner was more then happy to accept Dimitri as a father, even if it wasn’t his real father. To be honest, I think Turner would take Dimitri as his father compared to his biological father…anyway.