This Is My Story Part 2Because I don't want to bore you about what happened between the ages of 10 and 15, I'll just tell you in a nutshell. Basically Mom got drunk stupid about 5 days out of 7. She did take good care of me in between bottles. I had to learn a lot about being a young girl on my own. I had my first real boyfriend at 15. He was 19. That didn't last too long as he complained that I was a bit too bossy. Hmmm, I wondered why? To say the least, he left for his pregnant girlfriend, because I wanted to remain innocent. He was seeing her all along. They're still married today. I kept a diary of my life for years after that.
At that point in my life after the breakup, I was crushed. I got over that by getting another boyfriend who ended up cheating on me too. Go figure. By the age of 19, I was done. I had had my share of boyfriends and decided to go to college. I had left life as I knew it with my alcoholic mom, my dad who didn't claim me and my cheating ex-boyfriend. Why did everyone seem to hate me? That's what I was thinking, so I carried on to please me.
I ended up meeting a lot of interesting people away in school. Some liked me, some hated my guts. But I grew from that experience. It was totally different than living with Mom. I was gone until the age of 23, never graduated, got kicked out of school because of grades and didn't go back. I left the area, to return home to Mom for the second time. The first time I came back home, I had fell in love. It was so sweet, but our mothers hated one another. So I ended up breaking his heart, going back to the town I went to college in, for him to break mine later in the years to get married. I got over that. But he didn't.
After I came back home for the final time at the age of 23, that entered me into a string of apartments, jobs, boyfriends, and being able to not save any money. Up until now. I am a 38 year old Mom of a 19 month old going on 5 year old daughter, with her dad of almost five years. I have dogding layoffs at my job for five years. Still unable to save any money, but I can say that I feel successful aan blessed. Thank you for your time, for my story. It would've been longer but I wanted to make it short and sweet.