My Mother's Relationships - the Sweet and Simple.

I am conflicted or have mixed feelings, with respect to where to begin - I don't want this to have the flow of a Quentin Tarantino movie, but I feel that the "rough cut" the - unedited version that this blog represents, will probably seem that way. My mother was born in 1935 in Yokosuke, Japan; I don't know the particulars as to how she met my natural father; he was in the US Navy, stationed overseas some time around 1956 or so. I am assuming they fell in love; he married her and brought her to San Diego to live in housing near the S.D. naval base. I know this because I was born in the Balboa Navy Hospital; this makes me a "navy brat" and a U.S. citizen. My mother was always very secretive with respect to my natural father; I learned later in life that she was (kind of) protecting me from knowing the truth; one of her many proclivities - what do they say though? - mother always knows best. My first stepfather was the one who raised me, and my second father came into my life when I was 21 years old. I was never a part of a classic "All-American family" for good reason - my mother was Japanese - her first two love interests were American - both served in the military; the third and last, he was Japanese and WWII had a profound effect on his upbringing.
My mother was not very good at extended relationships initially, if you look at her "track record": the first lasted 3-4 years; the second 8 good years and 4 years in hell; the third almost 16 years. I never, ever, judged her with respect to her love choices - I know in my heart that she loved all of them dearly - particularly my second stepfather (Jimmy Kawasaki)...what do they say? - the third time's the charm - he was her soulmate. I say this because after his departure the last 21 years of her life were not the same...I knew she was never going to marry again.