Dear Diary,
So the people that raised Kemper are coming to visit tomorrow. They are driving clear from San Bernadino in California. I should say they are riding from California. I am nervous! He says they are really nice people! He laughed that they took him in and raised him so they would have to be.
His "dad" not sure what I would call him, basically the man that raised him was in the club and that is how he got into it. They didn't have any kids of their own and when his mom abandoned him, they took him in and went through the process of legally adopting him. He was 7 when that happened. His mom just dropped him off at the club house and said she was going to park the car and never came into the club house after that.
They were already taking care of him. Making sure there was food at their trailer and that he had clothes because she wouldn't provide food or clothes. The clothes he wore were men's clothes from her "customers" that were left behind. Or she would come across children's clothes but they never fit him. He loved going to the club house when he was little because as she was "working", he would be fed and his soon to be mom, spoiled him with new clothes and toys. She would grill him up a cheeseburger and fries and make him a shake and he would always want a whole other plateful. He said he remembers being hungry after he ate what she gave him and felt bad about asking for more but she got the hint when he was picking the crumbs off of his plate.
It is really sad how he grew up but after they took him in, he didn't have to worry about holes in his walls (He had a hole in his bedroom that they kept a board over so no animals could come in. If you moved the board you could crawl outside.) or strange men in his home, or food, or clothes not fitting him. They also started him in school as she never did that either.
He said all the furniture was broken and their were cockroaches in his home. The cupboards never had food and all that was in the fridge was her cigarettes or alcohol and the power was usually always out because she didn't have the money to pay the bills. He was also never allowed in his mom's room and when the men came over, she would lock him in a closet so he couldn't get out and the men couldn't hurt him. (Oh how motherly of her) She would forget to let him out though, a lot. She also did drugs so a lot of her money went to that. He said occasionally a man would see him and buy him some fast food but for the most part he hid from them as he didn't trust adults or his mom.
He slept on the floor on a pile of dirty clothes, that was his bed. There were cigarette burns on the floors and the place was in such horrible shape. He usually went and dumpster dived so he could find some food to eat. I can't imagine a young child doing that but that is what he did.
Anyway, these people are coming up here tomorrow.
So his nurse friend contacted me yesterday and asked how I was feeling and if everything was going good. He asked me what to watch out for to see if my kidney's were going to shit again. It was nice of him to contact me.
Kemper and I have done absolutely nothing today besides have sex. I'm not complaining and weekends with him are always nice because he is home, unless he has to go on a run for the club. He lets me snuggle and cuddle in as much as I want and I truly love how he holds me tight to him. He smells so nice. I asked him if he was going to have to go on another run soon and he didn't think so. He says summer is always busier time for him than winter so I know he will be gone more, which I hate. I don't know what he does but I always worry. He tells me not to but I can't help it.
I finally made contact with my friend and he is in a bad place right now. I hope it changes for him soon and that it improves a little bit. Anything would be helpful and I wish I could do more for him. I don't know what though. I gave him some ideas and hopefully one actually works for him.