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Thursday, August 22, 2013
Here's Something About Me.
This is the first post I have ever, ever, ever made for a blog. I never really knew how to get into it and I'm pretty bad about not keeping up with things like this. I will be good at this though!
Let's just start at the beginning, shall we?
I was born in a place called Murray, KY in 1983. Don't laugh, 30 is just a few days away for me. I grew up in a tiny, tiny, tiny place called Buchanan, TN (never heard of that, have you?). I grew up pretty poor. We always had enough to eat and always had the things we needed but couldn't get a lot of the things we wanted. I can't remember ever complaining about this though, it was all I knew and it was all the kids I went to school with knew also (K-8th grade).
When I was somewhere between 10 and 12, my parents got divorced. I lived with my grandparents (Mim-Mim and Gran-Gran) for about a year. I know it was 1 full school year but that was a really bad time in my little world and I don't remember a whole lot of it. After that year, I went to live with my dad who was living with my aunt. My dad is a whole story all by himself. I'll have to make an entry about him later on when I have some more time.
Middle school was pretty awesome. A bit of a culture shock for me. I grew up in a place where there was only white kids at my school, so seeing any other race was really strange for me. It didn't take me long to get over that.
I hated high school. I have to say it was the worst 4 years of my life. I was very unpopular and a little on the fat side. I hung out with the wrong crowd, of course, but I was the only one that didn't smoke (pot or tobacco), drink or do any other types of drugs. I like to think I kept what friends I did have pretty calm compared to what they could have been.
The year I turned 16, my dad passed away at 49 years old. He had had a drinking problem quite literally all of his life and it caught up to him. That year was pretty awful for me. He died 29 days before my 16th birthday so the anniversary of his death just past a little less than 3 weeks ago. After he died, I started having trouble sleeping and lots of anxiety. I was going to see a psychotherapist starting about 8 months after my dad died. They put me on Prozac (what a joke of a medication) and Trazodone (the devil's medicine) for depression and sleeping. The Prozac didn't seem to help anything at all. Trazodone made me so sick. Migraines and vomiting every day for a solid week until I could get back to the doctor.
I pretty much stopped going to school not long after all of the sleeping problems started. I just couldn't bring myself to get out of bed in the mornings. I dropped out at the first available opportunity. I'm not dumb, I just couldn't handle school anymore. It didn't help that 3 months after my dad had died, so November, one of my teachers told me that my father had been dead for three months and I should be over it by now. Let me tell you this, you don't just get over the loss of anyone much less a parent. Especially when you are only 16 years old. My dad and I were very close, I was always Daddy's little girl.
Got my driver's license at 18, lost my virginity that same year (Too much? Probably. Sorry.). I guess I got a late start at everything. Still no job yet either.
I got married at 19. That was the biggest disaster I have ever dealt with. But, you know how it is when you're 18/19 and know everything there is to know about the world. No one could tell me anything about anything. I knew it all. Well, it turns out that my darling husband (Ha!) was into, let's say, things that are very disturbing to any normal person. We only lived together about 6 months after we were married and then I found out all sorts of things I would rather have never known. About the only good thing that came of that marriage was getting me GED. I also joined the Army. Couldn't hang at that either. I did a lot of screwing up until I was about 24. Anyway, I did 9 months and 21 days at Ft Jackson, SC. I did the first 6 weeks of basic and then had 4 fractures in my left leg that would not heal. I decided to go home instead of try for a medical discharge. That was probably stupid, but, when I saw one of the other girls that had been there for 2 years waiting on her medical, there was no way I wanted to wait that long just to go home.
While I was there, I started a relationship with a female. That was disaster numero dos. I spent somewhere around 4 years with her until I found out she had been cheating on me with a teenager. I moved out quick, fast and in a hurry. I will have to make an entry about her later, I don't like to talk about that unfortunate time in my life. That was my first and last lesbian relationship.
I met my most recent ex right after leaving "her". When we first started talking I was working at WalMart at the service desk. He came in during my shift and asked if I had a Myspace page. Well, of course I did! I got his info and went and checked him out a few days later. We had been texting back and forth before I checked out his profile. Oh but when I did, I saw who his kids were. They were my best friend's kids! I was inadvertently dating my friend's ex husband. I stopped talking to him for about 3 months because of it. Then, I was driving by his house one night on my way back from lunch and noticed his interior light was on in his truck. I called him, didn't get an answer. He called back a few minutes later and he had been in the shower. Come to find out, he had just gotten out of JAIL that afternoon. The reason he had been in jail is another story entirely. I should have left him alone then! Just never looked back and stopped talking to him. But, I spent the majority of 5 years with him. We had some good times, not that I can think of very many. Every time we went to do something, it was always what he wanted to do. We never went to do anything I wanted to do. I can't believe, looking back on it, that I put up with that. I left him because, surprise, surprise, he was cheating on me with a 17 year old chick.
And now we get to the present!
I am with the most wonderful man in the world. I believe he was handmade for me by God. I can remember exactly the way I felt when he kissed me for the first time and it's still as amazing today as it was 2 years ago. I never wanted kids before I met Jesse, but since we've been together, I have changed my mind and so has he. We've both been married just once before and neither one of us have kids. I thank God for him every day and every night. It's so amazing to have a man that will thank you for just doing silly things like washing the dishes or vacuuming the floor. I truly feel appreciated and loved with him. I know we'll be together for the rest of our lives. It's just the way things are supposed to be.
Well, this is enough about me for now. Like I said before, I will post more about things I said I would. If there's anything you would like to know, please feel free to leave me a comment.
Let's just start at the beginning, shall we?
I was born in a place called Murray, KY in 1983. Don't laugh, 30 is just a few days away for me. I grew up in a tiny, tiny, tiny place called Buchanan, TN (never heard of that, have you?). I grew up pretty poor. We always had enough to eat and always had the things we needed but couldn't get a lot of the things we wanted. I can't remember ever complaining about this though, it was all I knew and it was all the kids I went to school with knew also (K-8th grade).
When I was somewhere between 10 and 12, my parents got divorced. I lived with my grandparents (Mim-Mim and Gran-Gran) for about a year. I know it was 1 full school year but that was a really bad time in my little world and I don't remember a whole lot of it. After that year, I went to live with my dad who was living with my aunt. My dad is a whole story all by himself. I'll have to make an entry about him later on when I have some more time.
Middle school was pretty awesome. A bit of a culture shock for me. I grew up in a place where there was only white kids at my school, so seeing any other race was really strange for me. It didn't take me long to get over that.
I hated high school. I have to say it was the worst 4 years of my life. I was very unpopular and a little on the fat side. I hung out with the wrong crowd, of course, but I was the only one that didn't smoke (pot or tobacco), drink or do any other types of drugs. I like to think I kept what friends I did have pretty calm compared to what they could have been.
The year I turned 16, my dad passed away at 49 years old. He had had a drinking problem quite literally all of his life and it caught up to him. That year was pretty awful for me. He died 29 days before my 16th birthday so the anniversary of his death just past a little less than 3 weeks ago. After he died, I started having trouble sleeping and lots of anxiety. I was going to see a psychotherapist starting about 8 months after my dad died. They put me on Prozac (what a joke of a medication) and Trazodone (the devil's medicine) for depression and sleeping. The Prozac didn't seem to help anything at all. Trazodone made me so sick. Migraines and vomiting every day for a solid week until I could get back to the doctor.
I pretty much stopped going to school not long after all of the sleeping problems started. I just couldn't bring myself to get out of bed in the mornings. I dropped out at the first available opportunity. I'm not dumb, I just couldn't handle school anymore. It didn't help that 3 months after my dad had died, so November, one of my teachers told me that my father had been dead for three months and I should be over it by now. Let me tell you this, you don't just get over the loss of anyone much less a parent. Especially when you are only 16 years old. My dad and I were very close, I was always Daddy's little girl.
Got my driver's license at 18, lost my virginity that same year (Too much? Probably. Sorry.). I guess I got a late start at everything. Still no job yet either.
I got married at 19. That was the biggest disaster I have ever dealt with. But, you know how it is when you're 18/19 and know everything there is to know about the world. No one could tell me anything about anything. I knew it all. Well, it turns out that my darling husband (Ha!) was into, let's say, things that are very disturbing to any normal person. We only lived together about 6 months after we were married and then I found out all sorts of things I would rather have never known. About the only good thing that came of that marriage was getting me GED. I also joined the Army. Couldn't hang at that either. I did a lot of screwing up until I was about 24. Anyway, I did 9 months and 21 days at Ft Jackson, SC. I did the first 6 weeks of basic and then had 4 fractures in my left leg that would not heal. I decided to go home instead of try for a medical discharge. That was probably stupid, but, when I saw one of the other girls that had been there for 2 years waiting on her medical, there was no way I wanted to wait that long just to go home.
While I was there, I started a relationship with a female. That was disaster numero dos. I spent somewhere around 4 years with her until I found out she had been cheating on me with a teenager. I moved out quick, fast and in a hurry. I will have to make an entry about her later, I don't like to talk about that unfortunate time in my life. That was my first and last lesbian relationship.
I met my most recent ex right after leaving "her". When we first started talking I was working at WalMart at the service desk. He came in during my shift and asked if I had a Myspace page. Well, of course I did! I got his info and went and checked him out a few days later. We had been texting back and forth before I checked out his profile. Oh but when I did, I saw who his kids were. They were my best friend's kids! I was inadvertently dating my friend's ex husband. I stopped talking to him for about 3 months because of it. Then, I was driving by his house one night on my way back from lunch and noticed his interior light was on in his truck. I called him, didn't get an answer. He called back a few minutes later and he had been in the shower. Come to find out, he had just gotten out of JAIL that afternoon. The reason he had been in jail is another story entirely. I should have left him alone then! Just never looked back and stopped talking to him. But, I spent the majority of 5 years with him. We had some good times, not that I can think of very many. Every time we went to do something, it was always what he wanted to do. We never went to do anything I wanted to do. I can't believe, looking back on it, that I put up with that. I left him because, surprise, surprise, he was cheating on me with a 17 year old chick.
And now we get to the present!
I am with the most wonderful man in the world. I believe he was handmade for me by God. I can remember exactly the way I felt when he kissed me for the first time and it's still as amazing today as it was 2 years ago. I never wanted kids before I met Jesse, but since we've been together, I have changed my mind and so has he. We've both been married just once before and neither one of us have kids. I thank God for him every day and every night. It's so amazing to have a man that will thank you for just doing silly things like washing the dishes or vacuuming the floor. I truly feel appreciated and loved with him. I know we'll be together for the rest of our lives. It's just the way things are supposed to be.
Well, this is enough about me for now. Like I said before, I will post more about things I said I would. If there's anything you would like to know, please feel free to leave me a comment.
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