Sweet Magnolias

I think a lot of people who knew me from middle school on probably aren't aware of or never thought about the fact that the man they know as my dad is actually my step-dad.  He and my mom married when I was 6.  I call him my dad, he's in my phone as "Dad", and my kids call him Grandpa.  For all intents and purposes, he is my dad. The reality is that, obviously, he is not biologically my father.  That is a man named David.  He and my mother married when they were 16 and 19 and had me when they were 17 and 20.  So, babies.  David, unfortunately, developed a drug habit.  My mother finally had enough and, as a 20 year old, found herself divorced and raising a child on her own.   He was in and out of my life from that point on.  Sometimes, he was actively using.  Sometimes, he was in jail.  Sometimes, he was clean and living under stolen identities.  And sometimes, he was clean and doing well as himself.  Most often, it was one of the first three things though.  My mother