Most kids can tell you about their childhood..Well thats not the case here.When i was young my parents got divorced. my earliest memory was i believe my second christmas. I got a really pretty bear that was dressed in a gorgous dress.I remember cutting my finger on a razor because no one was ever around and i didnt know what it was. I remember our ping pong table in the garage and how we had to move it when my dad shot a deer. I also remember running through the neighbors yard that was full of glass barefooted.I can tell you things i did by myself or with my brother but when it comes to my parents i have no memories.Anyways shortly after my parents divorced they both got remarried. I guess I didnt care for my step mom at all.But who could take to someone thats not your real parent when they are the reason your real parents arent together anymore. When my mom got remarried i was happy because i had 2 sisters finally. There were 4 of us and finally someone to play with. My mom was always catering to my step dad because he turned out to be a drunk and needed everyones help doing everything..Well as life went on living with them we all grew happy together except for the whole drinking thing. One night i was sitting on the floor doing my homework when my step dad told my youngest stepsister to pack her things.They walked out on us. For the second time in my life i lost a father figure. Anyhow life goes on. The summer of my 13th birthday i told my mom i wanted to live with my dad. What a nightmare that was. But the judge let me and my brother choose who we wanted to live with..Life was great there was no fighting or drinking from either one of my "new parents" i got anything and everything i wanted. But i had to grow up fast.Things had to be so clean and up to their standards.One time i had a little piece of paper on my floor. Take a note book tare out a paper and one of the little pieces on it came off and fell on the floor. Inspection came dad seen it and i had to box everything up that was in my room.I was left with a bed pillow blanket and my dresser. Why should i have to grow up that fast i thought to myself. Then it hit me they didnt want us there because they wanted us they only wanted us there because they didnt have to pay childsupport for us. So back to my moms i went. I moved in with her and her new husband. This one has stuck around but its still not easy to deal with. I moved to a hick town and went to a hick school. for the first yr I went to school and came home only to be told to go to my room or go outside. Finally i turned 16 got my liscense got 2 jobs so i was never home. plus in my free time i was with friends. I paied for everything i wore ate and anything else. When I turned 17 i moved out with my boyfriend who is now my husband. And we have 2 amazing children together.
Well in this blog i wanted to give you a little bit of my life before i get into everything else in my life. I hope you enjoy reading what i have to type. I dont get out much and hardly have any friends and i get lonely and depressed and thought maybe a blog would help me get out any feelings that i have to help me relieve somethings. Thank you in advance for putting up with my rantings and just the overall carryons.
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