Many Years Ago I Loved to Write

In school I was in the English Honors program. I wanted to be a fashion designer or a writer for a magazine or newspaper.

However, real life intervened, and being a rather pragmatic, logical type, I opted for survival. By that I mean, my father was an alcoholic and my parents marriage was about to come to an end. We were a military family, lower middle class on the socioeconomic scale and my father was only generous when it came to his drinking. He offered no help for college, which he didn't tell me until after I had been accepted to the school I wished to attend.

I was devastated by this revelation and I had to get away. Being the oldest of 3 children, I did not want to be at my parents home during this tumultuous time between my parents, knowing that both of them would lean on me and make demands of me I didn't think I could handle, nor did I want to.

I took the only way out that I saw, I moved in with my boyfriend (who would later become my husband) and got a full-time job setting up displays at Sears. The writing stopped.

After 3 years I got married, a year later I had my first son, a year after that I started to realize I was not happy in this marriage but before I could do anything about it I ended up pregnant again.

I use to enjoy writing letter, but the people I wrote letters to are mostly dead now and with e-mail no one seems to write letters anymore.

There was a big piece in the local paper about ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder) that I felt was very negative and one sided. My son had been diagnosed with this disorder and I had seen, first hand, the positive effect of medicine. I wrote a letter to the editor and they published it, I was really jazzed about that. I have thought about submitting short stories to magazines, but have yet to follow through.

I have been divorced longer than I was married, and raising sons as a single mom is no picnic, especially when they become teenagers. My two oldest are on their own now and I have an 11 year old son still at home, maybe I'll get off my derriere in the near future and actually submit a story. In the meantime, I enjoy the little bit of writing I do here.


WittyOne WittyOne
46-50, F
Jul 8, 2007