When I was 2 my parents got divorced. My dad took drugs and my mom ran of with a man who later became my step father (who was a severe alcoholic). When I was 8, I saw my father beat the living crap out of my step-mom (who was a mean lady anyway, but I wouldn't say she deserved the beating she got). My brother and I lived with my grandmother until I was 12 then we moved in with my mother from whom I got the impression that she only wanted her children around to do manual labor and for tax relief. I saw her and my step dad fight A LOT, both physically and verbally. I started drinking and smoking when I was 14. One night, during a psychotic episode, my mother beat and strangled me. I became very permiscuous. I drank a lot, eventually started doing meth. I married someone that I wasn't really in love with as a result of my low self-esteem. We were drug heads and partied all the time until I got pregnant. (my grandmother passed during this time) I straighten up. He kept partying. He got another girl pregnant. I moved in with my mom. He and I got a divorce. My dad and my step dad both died with cancer in the same year, one year after my divorce. I started to drink alot again. I met a man 17 years older than me. We fell in love. We stopped drinking. He treats me like a princess. He has given to me more than I ever imagined I could have in every way (emotionally, financially, phisically). I know that God brought us together. He and I got baptized together. We attend a church that we love where there are people that we love and do things with. My daughter has the kind of life now that I used to dream about. Her dad is still a bum, although he's gotten a lot better than he was. He has stopped doing meth. He still smokes weed and drinks beer and hangs out with shady characters (he hasn't done much with his life). I try to talk to him about going to church and about how God has blessed me.
The moral of my story.....when I finally decided to stop trying to live my life my way and started trying to do things God's way, my life improved %1000. God is good all the time and all the time, God is good.
Thank you.
2006-08-31 03:14:45
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answered by HazelEyes 5
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Born
Stuff I cannot remember...
Elementary School
Hit a kid in the head with rock clod
First girlfriend
First paddling for misbehavior
Middle School
First fight
First F in Reading/Writing
First organized team sport in school...Football
High School
Met best friend...John
Lost virginity
Learned to drive and got car. Camaro
Beer.
Wine.
Parties
C student
Several girlfriends
Prom
Drugs
Graduation
College
More beer
More wine
Less drugs
Almost kicked out.
Scholastic Probation
Straighten Up
Study
First 4.0
More beer.
Sex
Graduation
Sex
Degree in Landscape Architecture
First job
Julie
Mistake
Next job
More Beer
Earn certification in LA
More Beer
Parties
Sex
Next Job
Meet my future wife
Church
Christinity
Marriage
New House
New Job
Vice President
Big Money
First child
Travel
Second Child
Very Happy
Thats it in a Nutshell
2006-08-31 02:48:59
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answered by Ron B. 7
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I was a flowergirl at my cousins wedding and at the church I was running around the altar and when my nonna (grandmother) came to get me down I yelled "I GOT THINGS TO DO!!!" But I was only like 2 or 3 so I didn't know any better! But now I'm twelve so thats different.
2006-08-31 02:47:32
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answered by Vanessa<3 5
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I dated my husband for 7 months then we got married. Meeting my hubby and married him is the best thing that ever happened to me in my life.
2006-08-31 02:42:27
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answered by superboredom 6
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I'll give you an embarrassing story
at my bff's bday i trip in from of her brother who i have a crush on and since i had a skirt on he saw my under ware
2006-08-31 02:49:25
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answered by Anonymous
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It's all here for ya!
http://www.retrojunk.com/details_tvshows/496-hr-pufnstuf/
2006-08-31 02:43:53
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answered by TT 3
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that would take 20 pages, do you want me to narrate it here?
2006-08-31 02:40:09
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answered by ωнєη уσυ ѕмιℓє уσυ мαкє мє ѕмιℓє 7
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