His many wives

My real dad has had many wives. Not at the same time of course, he's not Mormon. His first was of course my beautiful mother. That lasted a while. The best out of all I would think, but then again I am biased.
Then there was the 20 year old he was engaged to. At least I think she was really young. It's what I picture when I think of her and the only memory I had of the time cause I was like four.
After her, he married Teresa. From the rumors he was drunk the entire time with her, and when he stopped they divorced. But I did learn to pop a wheelie in her front yard. I also drank spit up chaw from a Dr. Pepper can one morning because she was to lazy to clean shit up.
Next was Randi. This one was little longer and I gained some stepsisters that I liked. Of course Randi used to tell me that I needed to eat more salad and less of everything else. Stupid bitch.
She started my complex. I am sure of it.
The last wife was Patti. This is the one that actually cheated on my dad instead of the other way around. She taught me to drive. I guess I am grateful for that.
When he was done with being married he moved on to live-in/semi serious girlfriends.
There was Mickey, Billie (my favorite, I really liked her out of everyone he has ever been with, but she was to good I guess), someone I can't remember because I never met, and now Sheryl, who I have never met but will be seeing on Christmas day.
I try to think what kind of emotions I have about this information. And surprising enough, none. I'm not sad, mad, glad, you get the picture.
This is just my dad. And thankfully I have gotten used to it.