Sh...It's A Secret!

Shortly before and after my birth, Gary the birth father, began acting strangly in front of my mom and brothers. She said, he (a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, known teetotallers) would bring home a six pack of beer and drink it in front of my mother and my brothers. He would act coarse and mean. She found various women's underclothing in her closet.
He was trying to make her leave him - she whom had been plucked from the University of Utah as a 19-year-old freshman by this "older" man of about 30. They were married and later sealed in the Manti, Utah temple.
He often said he hated pregnant women...
(Silent, awkward pause)
My maternal Grandma and Grandpa came to visit Carmel upon my birth. The first vision I saw of my mom's dad still exists in a picture taken on the beach at Carmel. It is on display at my mom's house.
I need to get a copy of that.
Grandma and Grandpa came from solid pioneer stock out of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. They would become my most solid base for years to come.
Now, obviously, I don't remember my life in Carmel. I only go by memories of chats with mom and Grandma, Grande Anne, as I affectionately call her. Mom said I learned to crawl on the beach. She told of when I would only crawl INTO the ocean and she would have to race to get me before I was swallowed up by the waves. Mom also said I learned to walk on the beach, which must have been around 10-11 months.
Mom's beach stories were all she had to keep her spirits up, somedays.
The family tsunami was immenent. The beach was receding and mom was getting nervous. Three mouths to feed and one wouldn't stop crying. Yes, I had colic.
It could have been because all I would drink was orange juice.
My diet still gives me fits...