78% of abductors are the non-custodial parent

78% of abductors are the non-custodial parent. At least that was approximately the statistic when I was a kid. One day I remember being dropped off at our paternal grandmother’s trailer. She lived in a trailer park in another part of Lake Elsinore and we would go there once in a while. I didn’t have school, so it must have been during the summer sometime. Sometime during the day we were out front of the house when my biological mother walked up and took us by the hand and walked off quickly. My grandma yelled something but I didn’t quite catch it.

She took us to a small duplex she was living in. She did cleaning of the other units in the area and I was never clear on the whole arrangement. She was on welfare, so we were fed regularly with powdered milk, cheese, bread, and the other food you could get on food stamps at the time. We also had several toys to play with. One day I took some of the toys out to play under a tree with other kids in the area. One by one, the other kids mentioned they once had a toy just like one of mine but they had lost it or it disappeared. After this was said a few times, it finally occurred to me that my biological mother had stolen them all when cleaning the other units.I didn’t take the toys out again after that.

I have a few other splintered memories of time. I remember one day running along a field with my bio mom while gripping a toy semi truck in my hand. It was a brown overcab designed one and one of my favorite toys. We were running to get away because she thought our bio dad had seen us and we needed to get away before he could catch up. Another time we were taking off around town with her boyfriend because we had been spotted again and needed to make some fast turns for him to lose us. Her boyfriend gave me some fried pig skins to eat and then when I complained of being thirsty he gave me the beer he was drinking and laughed at me when I said it was disgusting.

One day I remember going by our maternal great-grandma’s house. Their garage had a wall covered in soda cans. They were nice enough to my brother and me  but after I think my bio-mom asked for money, they told her to go and never to come back.

It was a one bedroom duplex we were living in. It had a small kitchen and a stall shower. I of course got chickenpox so I spent a miserable week on the couch. For some relief they sprinkled baking soda on the shower floor and plugged the drain with a rag for me to lay miserable in the water for what relief it gave.

One night I woke up to hear voices from the other room. My brother and I slept on the living room couch while my bio mom slept in the  bedroom. I looked in to see the screen off her window and it forced open. Our bio dad had found us and forced himself in. He was drunk and angry at her about something. I was told to go back to sleep. They were half naked in bed so looking back I can tell he had sex with her but I’m not sure if any of it was consensual at that point.

The next day he had us all jump in his car and we drove to Mexico. I have no clue why we went there for a day or two. They got me some shoes for cheap from a market down there as mine were left behind when we left and were a tight fit anyways.I’m not sure what the trip was for. Maybe a drug pickup? My bio dad was a dealer and used it along with my bio mom. We drove back to California and he kicked my bio mom out somewhere before he drove us to the other side of town back to his girlfriend’s house. That ended the strange time I was apparently kidnapped by a non-custodial parent.

Who is Paul Darr?

Paul Darr has lived in California, Oregon, Colorado, and currently lives in San Antonio, Texas. Paul is also an Army Veteran, who has deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan. On the political spectrum Paul is a Libertarian that advocates fiscal responsibility and social tolerance. Paul is currently employed as an IT Manager and is a father of a handsome boy and beautiful daughter. In his free time Paul enjoys reading, using and modifying open source software, gaming, and several other geeky pursuits.

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