I know we all have those days where we ask ourselves just how we got to where we are. Usually it wasn't in the plans to happen, but somehow we've managed to wander off course and, good and bad, we are where we are. As I'm getting older and find myself reflecting on my life, especially since I've had my children, I have no idea how I've survived this long and how I have any sanity left...well, that's probably debatable. ;)
I guess I have to begin with where it all started...with my mom and dad. They married more out of responsibility and less out of love, people, I don't recommend it. What little memories I do have of my mom and dad together were only bad ones, although it was difficult growing up in a broken home, I'm glad they realized that staying together for a child does not a marriage make. When I was 9 months old, in the midst of their fiery relationship, my mother went screaming and yelling into her room. She didn't know I was crawling behind her, she went into her bedroom and slammed the door shut right as I was putting my hand up in the back side opening of the door and off went my index finger on my right hand. Lucky for me, they got me to the hospital quick enough to save it and now it's only a scar at the tip of my finger. Little did I know that it was the beginning of a life full of bad luck, pain, and hardships that would break most any human. This is the first blog of my story.
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