Hey HairyKats Check out today's short story titled Last Names. Our household was Jones, my mother, Williams my brother, Thomas, myself , and Tilman, my stepfather. My grandfather was Cooks, and my grandmother Nelson. I suppose no one believed in the sanctity of marriage or I wouldn't be roaming around as a woman confused with no sense of self or connection to who, or where my heritage resides. My brother had a different father. He was split between my mom's house and his father's home. His father married another woman a year after he had beaten my mother to a bloody pulp and decided that he was tired of using her as his punching bag. That entire family was the William's family. My brother included, with his father, his stepmother, and their three children. It made sense then that he never understood my feelings of not understanding who I was. My father wasn't around. I always wondered why my stepfather never married my mother and adopted me with h...
