My Life
My life has taken many twists and turns. This section will include events from my life that have made me who I am. Most of this will be stories divided into sections. This page will take a lot of time and thought. I appologize for it taking so long.
I was born in Conneticut as most of you now know. I was born there because my dad was in the Navy. Once I was born and my dad was out of the Navy we moved back here where his parents were, my grandma and grandpa. Soon after my mom and dad were divorced. I was around two years old. This is the begging of my long journey threw life...
My mom had no where to go and no family or friends to help her when she was divorced from my dad. We were stuck here in Iowa with nothing and nowhere to go. Eventually she started working many shit-jobs. We found a place to live and were barely making it. Remember, we also had my two sisters back then too. My mom met this guy and we eventually moved in with him and they got married. Now I have a step-dad.....
My Mom for the most part married this guy because we needed someone. we needed a place to live and a way to make it threw the week. He was the only one we knew or could depend on here. My Mom married him because we needed something, and we all know that thats not a good reason to get married. So if your smart, and you should be, you will have guessed that they didn't have a good relationship or stay together long. Before I jump to their divorce and all that yucky stuff, I will tell you some other yucky stuff that happens in between the marriage and the devorce. The next couple of stories will spawn somewhere around 8 years.
My Father, biological dad, was supposed to pick me up to see me on certain days and all that... there was about 3 years where he didn't. Part of the Reason was because he moved away to TN, the other part was because he didn't feel like it. One day we got a letter in the mail that said he wanted to exercise his visitation rights. This didn't go over well with my mom or me, but she told me I had to go and didn't say anything bad about my father. My mom didn't criticize my father or anything behind his back, she did really good about that even though my father is an ass. She believed that she shouldn't tell me what he was like in fear that I would hate him and maybe he had changed over the years. Well, my mom should have warned me... He apparently didn't change at all over the years.
Durning those 3 years I had no dad and my mom was seperated from my step-dad at the time. I had no guy in my life to help me or teach me anything. I learned everything by myself at this age. My mom was always off working so we could keep the place we lived in and food to eat. There was a program threw the YMCA that was called "Y" PALS. This program was made to give kids an older role model to hang out with, like a big brother or sister. This was the only person I had to teach me anything or help me get away from my world..... My "Y" PAL and his wife couldn't have kids, so I was like thier child. I helped them with whatever I could and they would show me how to have fun. They were the only people I had until my Dad showed up....
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