Denise 1-12-2024

Fifty-eight years ago Jon Rogers (rip) and I married step sisters. Twenty seven years later, after we both divorced, in late 1993, we met step sisters again. Jon started a relationship with Lori, and every time I saw him I saw Denise being kicked around on the street, sexually abused by many guys, and being left to find a place to sleep with friends, as she was homeless.

This bothered me deeply, and I offered her my spare room so that she had a safe place to sleep every night. I also gave her a hundred-dollar bill. What did she do with that? She bought ice cream for all of the children in her friend, Eve’s trailer park.

Like everyone else, she thought I was a pervert and her and Eve tried to rip me off. I have been ripped off so many times that I found it was easier to have nothing to steal. After about six months with me, she started to relax a little.

Scott, Raelene, and baby Aaron came to visit me on the first of July of 1994. I gave them my room and my bed. I asked Denise if I could sleep on the floor in her room and she said yes. I curled up on the floor with my blanket and pillow, and she invited me into bed with her.

We never had a sexual relationship, up to this point. I bought her cigarettes and gave her a few dollars to spend at the tavern every day, and she was free to have sex with anyone she chose, which she did, but most nights she would roll in around four a.m. and take a shower and go to bed, and sleep until two in the afternoon.

She decided to share her good fortune with Eve, and I had two girls living with me. I tried to buy cartons of cigarettes, but they would take a pack apiece and sell the rest for money to spend at the tavern. I couldn’t afford to buy a carton every day, so I took a copper “ice bucket” I brought back from Iran, and I left them a pack apiece every day, along with a few dollars to spend at the tavern. They named it the “magic bucket”, and everyone was happy.

One day I found evidence of them using hard drugs, and I asked Denise to get Eve out, as she had a boyfriend and a place to stay. Denise said if Eve had to leave, she would go also. So, I asked them both to leave.

Denise went to live with an abusive boyfriend. When her birthday rolled around, I bought her a carton of cigarettes and a fancy lighter, both of which I gave to her boyfriend, who worked for me at “Keck Trailers”. I found out later that he kept the lighter for himself, and only gave her one pack of cigarettes. I asked her if she would like to come back and live with me, and she said yes, so we went to her boyfriend’s house and picked up an enormous mountain of clothing, which she dumped on my living room floor, and my house has been a mess ever since.

I asked her boyfriend, at work, if we were going to have a problem. He said no. Later that day, after work, he knocked on my door and asked to see Denise. When she went to the door to talk to him, he hit her in the face with his motorcycle helmet, and bloodied her nose. I fired him the next day.

Denise has been with me ever since, and now, over thirty years later, I write her story.

I find out later that she was born prematurely at less than six months. Her mother drank heavily, and she was born with “fetal alcohol syndrome”. As a result, she has a severe learning disability, most likely caused by poor eyesight, and dyslexia.

Raised in an abusive household, she escapes by running away with a biker twenty-five years her senior. The man lived in a bus and did hard drugs. After many years of living this way, Denise chose homelessness, and that is when I met her.

In 1996, when my mother passed away, I brought her to live with me in brother Dale’s house, where we paid his mortgage out of the thirty-thousand dollars he was obliged to pay me as a condition of mother’s living trust. When that ran out, he evicted us and sued for “unlawful detainer” which he won by default, by not informing me of the court proceedings, and lying about a written contract, which we never had.

I was forced to live in a tent, next to the pond on my property, which I inherited. We slept in a camper shell at night with our dogs, Roxy and Scooper. This continued until I got a junk mobile home moved onto the property, no help from anyone except cousin Diana, and under constant harassment from mother’s church friends (Christians) who bought mothers house from my sister, and we hopped from plywood scrap to scrap, as the floor had rotted out from being exposed to the weather in Cool, Ca. for seven years.

We huddled next to a wood stove which smoked more indoors than out, and we cleaned carpets for B.T. Mancini. With no running water and no electricity, it was necessary to shower at the “49er truck stop” to wash off the smokey smell before we went to work. My boss, a woman, didn’t like me, and she fired me. I couldn’t take care of Denise, so I sent her to stay with her mother. I jumped from job to job, being let go because of bill collectors. My attorney suggested I file bankruptcy to get my brother and other bill collectors off my back. I did so, and enlisted the help of Bob Snyder to get electrical power to my mobile home. I was the maintenance man at ABC (Alternative Baking Company) when power was turned on. I notified Denise, and she wanted to come home. Her mother came with her and we all lived together in my “junk mobile home” with nephew, Jerrtt.

We all drank alcohol, and argued and fought until Denise’s mom became so abusive that Denise kicked her out.

Our neighbor, Hank Robinson gave us a “Sierra fireplace insert”, Cousin Diana and her husband helped put a floor in, and finally we have a relatively comfortable home to live in.

The plant manager at A.B.C. started getting nervous because I was running the show. He made working conditions impossible, and I was forced to give notice, and I went to work for Bob Snyder for twenty dollars a day for the next five years, until I was offered 144,000 dollars for my property, and given a non-refundable deposit of $25,000, with which I paid off all of my debts. We lived in poverty, and I jumped from job to job, barely making enough money to live on.

I had a bilateral inguinal hernia, and I applied for early social security retirement, which I received, and somewhere in there, we got Denise on S.S.I., which she was actually eligible for, since early childhood.

Ever since then, we have lived comfortably.

To be continued

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