My mom was a divorced woman who got in a little trouble when she got pregnant with my little sister SRLB.
She turned on the sex appeal and got off Scot free, but was completely marginalized anyway.
I am her outcast son, a little too squirrelly, unpredictable, and vicious to fit in the cliques.
There was a period in the early eighties when I almost fit in, but it didn't last.
But mostly....
Something very wrong with the boy, best to keep your kids away.
Broken inside, no chance of normalcy even outside the group, zero chance in that bunch.
I WAS the fringe
My wife and I had housekeeping issues, and couldn't seem to keep laundry done properly, maybe we looked just a bit too mussed up or something, but still fringe city.
I was never in the thick of things, never accepted, never comfortable.
Life is so much sweeter now!
RD