Maggi is born…

Since Margie died that night in Texas… finding who I am, came about in ways that I  do and don’t remember…

A friend I knew, or I should say she remembers me, I have no memory of her… this person stated that I stood up to my mother on occasion on Japan… Now those are memories I would love to have… Anything I could do to piss off the woman who did everything she could to destroy my life… those are memories I would smile about…

After the move to Okinawa, my brain had a chance to heal and I was making memories once again… So the few times my parents pissed me off, I took matters into my own hands and stood up to them… I guess you could say I grew a pair… and I have been told over the years that I have more balls than most men and I would have to agree…

On Okinawa, I dated who I wanted and did do what ever I wanted after I graduated from High School… I started to take charge of my life and my choices…

One thing I do remember about Okinawa, I had many friends, but they were not high school kids… No, they were GI’s… men in uniform… 

Now most of these guys were just interested in a friendship and basically took me on as a kid sister and treated me just that way… Though some of them, if sex was on the table, then that would be the kind of relationship we had… Though I had very little interest in sex and for good reason… raped young, I hadn’t learned how to navigate that type of relationship…

One time, we and I mean myself and several GI’s were sitting at the snack bar just talking and someone put the song Maggi May on the juke box… I could see it the minute the song started, all the guys chimed in almost in unison… that it’s… we are calling you “Maggi” from now on… and that my friends, is when Maggi was born…

To this day, I introduce myself as Maggi… I left Margie and Margaret behind 45 years ago… Only my birth family calls me by those names and lots of times, I ignore them when they do… Those girls died a very long time ago…

So now you know how Maggi came to be…Kubasaki72MargaretOkinawa

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Author: Adorable Spite

Domestic violence is an old song, sung thru the ages like a hymn and purported to be the way christians live their lives... full of deceit, hate, bigotry and most of all fear... It is that fear that cost me my virginity, my soul and most of all my humanity... I had to fight to keep the christians hands off my soul, but they stole from my body and so did the U. S. Air Force... Rape and attempted murder... but image was more important... Vance AFB and Webb AFB... #WhyIDidntTell #MeToo TimesUP, Circle of Silence is no more....