Years filled with anger and depression

These years were filled with anger and depression. I loved my husband and children, but life in general sucked. Don and I fought a lot over nothing. We split up once. I stayed with my real father for a week. That was when Donnie was 4 months old. That was a joke. Tom really never had any thing to do with my brother or me. And right after that, he told me never to bother him again. And we didn't speak for several years. Him and his wife came to my apt right after April was born and ask if they could see the baby. They had a bear that his mother gave him to give to the kids.  I let them in, and they stayed about five minutes. That was the last we spoke until he came to my house a few months before he died. My kids were in High School.
When I saw him coming up the  walk, I told Don, I wonder what he wants? He 's either dieing, or he got saved. Turned out it was both. He was also getting ready to go to prison for child molesting, and wanted me to babysit for my baby sister that I didn't even know I had. So I watched her while the trial was going on. He was convicted, and died in prison.
The only sad thing that happened at Toms funeal was: while I was holding my baby sister who was almost 3 at the time, looked at me and said. "Sissy make daddy get up out of that box." OK, I have to admit, I had tears in my eyes at that moment because that little girl didn't understand and she was hurting for her daddy. Then her "mom" came over at that moment and said," I knew you cared" I wanted to spit in her face. But I didn't for two reasons.
1. I was holding this precious little girl who had no idea her daddy was a worthless piece of fleash & a child molester.
2. I was a Christian, and I had forgiven him of all he had done. And I really didn't care what she thought.
These years were filled with drinking and parting on weekends. We had a favorit hang out in Elwood. and a certain group we ran with.
My kids were always at families. We never left them with baby sitters. No one but family ever watch my children.
I was in and out of the hospital a lot because of depression & migrians.
I went to work the same day April started kindergarten. I worked as a nurses aide.
Things had become a normal routine. And life goes on.