What’s the story behind your nickname?
This is a fun prompt. I have only had a few nicknames, but I enjoyed them; one is precious to me. My Gramps called me Pud all my life, it was an endearing one, not sure if it came from pudding or was an old-time term but I miss his voice calling my nickname. No one else called me that, it was special between us.
My younger step-brother had a horrific life, their mother was a drug addict and would leave them at home alone for weeks at a time. No food, no water, and P lived in the same diaper. It’s disgusting to think any mother could treat her children that way. Both of my step-brothers had regressed in age and P had gone back to being a baby from the trauma. My step-father gained custody of them and they came to live with us, the discovery of two children was a shock to my mother’s system. P had to learn to talk again, which was very difficult for him. My mother always called be my my middle name, Melody and P had problems saying so he called me Mody. He was a precious soul and his life ended tragically just as it had started.
I may have had other short-term nicknames but I don’t recall them. Of course, I’ve been called many things, and not all of them nice but when you speak your mind that is going to happen.
Any nicknames from the past you a particularly fond of?
Melinda
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One of my blog friends calls me Annie for short, I love it! :D my other nickname is munchie! X
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Munchie is to funny!
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So many heart-wrenching stories in your life, Melinda. One person can cause so much heartache.
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My step-father was a horrible person, my mother didn’t even know he has them and the only reason he took custody of them was because the City of Houston didn’t give him a choice. Any man who can leave to small children with an addict mother and walk away will burn in hell. He was such a man’s man he puched my in the mouth with his fist, busting my entire face up at 12 years old. It was the final straw on me leaving home and moving to my father’s.
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The lowest of humanity hurts children. Would love to see how he stood up to another man. Makes me so angry, Melinda.
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Any man who hurts children is a coward and a monster. I don’t know how they live with themselves.
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Wonderful and Heartbreaking Story. While you have a beautiful memory of your Grandfather, you also have a Tragic and horrifying one with what happened to your stepbrother.
Thank you for sharing your story with us.
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Both of my step-brothers were born into a terrible life, a father who left them and a mother for an addict. They would not have come to live with us if the Houston courts didn’t demand it. I always felt bad for them. He was a terrible father and the worst ever step-father.
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I’m so sorry you had to go through that and witness it.
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This life has made me stronger, more understanding, many bad things including anger and hate but I overcame them. I’m well adjusted and enjoy life, don’t look back on the past truama unless it pops in my face and then you have to accept it and keep moving forward. That’s what we all have to do in life. Thank you for the kind words.
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Amen 🙏🤗
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