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I’ve gone back and forth on starting a blog. Being the perfectionist that I am, I usually get as far as the title and stop. So for lack of having a title I am just going with it and put something; anything.

I grew up in, for what I knew was, a perfect family. I had my mama and my daddy, and was an only child until I was 11 years old. He worked. She stayed home and cared for me. Christmas was the greatest because I usually got a lot of really cool toys.

As a child, you don’t see the “behind the scenes” stuff. You miss out on the sickness of your mama, the numerous hospital stays, the life that seemed to beat them down. Sure you’re there, but you don’t really get it. Or at least I didn’t. My mama made sure I saw everything through rose-colored glasses.

As I got older, I began to notice that the world as I knew it was not reality. My mama wasn’t expected to make it through my childhood. My daddy was put on disability because of health problems. The home we had was falling apart and I never really had a vision of anything that I was to aspire to be.

As a child, I never dreamed of a perfect wedding, home, or family. No one in my family had graduated high school. Graduation was my goal. The end.

With nothing on the agenda for post-graduation, I had no goals outside of that. My senior year I left my parents home and moved in with my boyfriend. And YES, I still graduated. Not long after that, though, I became pregnant. So as the story goes, we got married before my first child was born and had two more within the next five years.

When our third, and last, child was six months old I became a single parent. In the span of our marriage, I had been informed of many instances that should have been grounds for divorce. Maybe I had put the rose-colored glasses back on. Who knows? It was probably just stupidity. πŸ˜‚

Fast forward to 2012. I had had another child and another failed marriage. It was then that I knew I would not do this marriage thing again. Nope! Not for me!

2012 – 2018 were some of the hardest and best years though…

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