"wOrDlEsS wEdNeSdAy...

I am the happy one in the purple sweater. That is a small portion of my fam. My sis is in the pink pants with the stylin' smurf shirt! (Okay stop laughing now...you know you all have a dorky fam pic somewhere!)

This is me at 14 ish. holding a friend's little boy. I was going through most of my pictures and in 90% I am holding someone's child. hmmmm

Me with the infamous teddy bear (16 ish). Going through the "goth" days...(Caught off guard in my apparel.)

My sister's second wedding. (17ish) NICE!

21 ish

My friend and me (all my friends were guys... 'cept C)

The days right before salvation.

Story of me (part 5)

Needless to say the relationship with J ended soon after that and I moved in with C and her husband. I had started another job there in that city and met another guy (N)... yep... there's more. We dated for a little while but I wanted to be back with J so I broke things off with N and moved back in with J at his parents house. He treated me real bad now (I guess since I had put him through the wringer). But I wanted nothing more than to be with him so I tried my hardest to make everything work out.

We started partying pretty heavy. I found out I was pregnant AGAIN! I was actually happy about it. I "loved" this guy and he was talking about us working out and we could make this family work. Oh my goodness! I can keep it and you will be happy!?! All was going well and we stopped partying to keep the pregnancy healthy.

That lasted about two weeks and his "friends" were telling him all kinds of lies and he backed out on me. He told me he wanted for me to terminate this pregnancy and he wanted nothing more to do with me. I was destroyed! I was crying and just holding out hoping maybe he would change his mind and he would love me and want this baby too. Instead he came to me with the money in hand and an appointment. He drove me himself! Everything inside me was screaming and I wanted to run. I was just too dumb and didn't know anything else. This was the path I was so used to!

I left his parent's house and moved in with my uncle. Again the party life was by my side! I lived and breathed alcohol, weed and bars. A couple years passed and I crossed paths with N again and we fell madly in love...(oops... forgot the quotations)... "madly in love". He moved in with me at my cousins apartment, he started paying my way in life and soon we got engaged. It was a luxurious life...many fine material items. The emotional torment was very raw though... one night he had just gone mental trapping me in the apartment. I punched him and knocked us both backwards. I scrambled to my feet making a break for the door and he jumped up knocking me out of the way. I punched through the window screaming for help (I mean c'mon it's an apartment complex for crying out loud! Someone is bound to hear me!!!) The cops showed up and I was a sucker and wanted to protect him (c'mon guys, give me a break... he said he was sorry! HA!) I told them that "the guy had left" when he was really just hiding out in the other room.

I told him I was done. Gave him his ring and he left. AND then he returned again... crawling and begging and crying! okay okay okay! I have a soft (insert NAIVE) heart! We were "engaged" for a while... (wore the ring; knew I never really wanted to see the altar with this man). The last straw came when he kidnapped me... YEP, that was it!

He fed himself lies so much he actually believed himself and one night he had gotten really jealous (I am still lost as to why!) and he said "let's leave right now!" (we were at a bar) and I was like..."ummmm, oooookaaaay?". My cousin was the bartender there and she was looking at me like "he's nuts... you need to dump him!" He grabbed my arm and jerked me out the door. Then proceeded to yell at me for random things... all I could do was laugh! It was terrible! He threw me in his truck and sped off. We stopped to get gas (What good is a kidnapping if you don't have enough gas to make it out of town!!! hahhahahhahaha) so I got out and tried running. He caught me and threw me back in the truck locking the door...but smart one says... if you pull on the handle from the INSIDE it unlocks!!! hahahaha I ran off at least 3 times and he took off and caught me everytime. (I was in Doc boots and he is FAST!)

Finally after getting a couple drops of gas in the tank between catching me and hahaha LOCKING MY DOOR a worker comes out and stands there looking at us... he then goes on to change the trash liner where we were parked. (Chicken! What? you don't want in on this game too??) We speed off and are flying down the interstate. We pass a cop that had pulled someone over and I open the door and start dangling out the door hoping he would find that illegal and stop us. NOPE! I would have jumped but N caught my pants and was holding on swerving as I dangled out the door! (A real soap opera ladies and gents).

I figured I may as well tag along for the ride, afterall I was the guest of honor! I pretended to be asleep so to throw him off. When he slowed down I would jump out then. Well I don't know how he managed to drive for an hour with no stop signs or lights... maybe he just ran them, ya think?!

Soon we had hit a gravel road and in my mind I am thinking "great he's about to kill me and dump me off on this old gravel road and nobody will ever know". He slows down to about 45-50 mph and I figure there would never be another opportunity so I open the door and jump having no idea where I was. All I remember was my feet hitting the ground, hearing beer bottles hit the road and bright flash of light and nothing. Complete black. In about a minute I come to and I try to get up to run but all I could do was look and I saw the tail lights and reverse lights coming straight for me. The truck skid to a stop a few feet in front of me and I just lay down for lack of feeling in my legs. He got out and came running up to me, he picked me up off the ground and I then told him I could not feel my legs. He takes me over to the truck and "stands me up" so he can open the door. UM YEAH... I told you "I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS" so he picks me up off the ground AGAIN and puts me in the truck. He drives me to his grandparent's house. Apparently that's where we had been going that whole time. Well why didn't you say so, I would have made some hors d' ourvs, hors d' urvs, some snacks.

He parks in the driveway and goes inside (fyi... it is really late in the night at this point). I start trying to move my legs and get enough gelatin to wiggle that I jump back out of the truck and wobble across the road to an abandoned parking lot with a pay phone. I am trying to remember my cousins cell no but cannot. I hide in a dark shadow hoping that I can hide out til morning when things open.

He begins driving around the parking lot and spots me. He takes me over to his grandparent's house (they loved me) and they got me cleaned up and gave me some pajamas to sleep in and made sure he stayed FAR AWAY from me. His grandmother came in and prayed over me. I cried, I felt so lost.

story of ME! (part 4)

I pretty much became very insecure and started pushing him away before he could be the one to run out on me and hurt me. Seeing that he was this wonderful looking creature with a great physique to boot I just knew there would be someone to come along and lure him in their direction... I mean why not... it is what I have known. So I start being real ugly (and probably emotionally abusive). After a while he had had enough and said goodbye... it really was a sorrowful parting. I was not pleased but I "knew it was for the best" HA! We even tried to remain friends but he had to bail when he saw the life I was falling into.

I turned into quite the party animal. I lived on my own and had no one to answer to. I did what I pleased and hurt myself more than I knew I could. Drugs, Alcohol and WHATEVER I WANTED! I had LOTS of "boyfriends"; we will call them for sake of keeping this PG. I didn't care anymore. I "knew" that was the only thing men wanted...right?! I had tons of friends now and didn't need to be tied down to just one of anything.

I started working at a "Gentleman's club" (Nothing Gentleman about it!) as a waitress. They tried to talk me into dancing but even I drew the line somewhere! I couldn't fathom getting up there like that (besides, I made more than the dancers did... hahaha) ... Those girls made my heart sad. I saw them in all their BONDAGE.. .some not even old enough to be out there but lying to make a living. Some with children at home and families to support! Oh my goodness! I truly have a heart for those girls now! But I worked there and committed many a sin! I lived a fast, "fun" life. OUT OF CONTROL!

After about a year I quit the club job. I got an honest job and made decent money. I stayed with that for about 6 months and ended up getting real bad sick with the flu and bronchitis. When I returned they fired me. I lost my job then soon to follow I lost my house. I moved back in with my dad. Very hard season of my life. By this time he had started his business out of his home... He has a motorcycle shop (imagine that). I went to work in his shop tearing down and working on motorcycles (I know, I know...but I come by it naturally). I became quite the grease monkey and felt so stuck. I hated being there because I felt like I could not escape, but I had no where else to go really so I didn't want to leave. I did at least have a car so I was not completely at a loss! Just the pressure of disappointment loomed over my head with my father.

I would go back and forth from my "friend's" house and my dad's house. I started staying in "my other city" (oh yeah I live in TEXAS. Born and raised!) more and more, hanging out with my party animal friends up there. It is all a fast track memory now so it passes me by but I do know I got involved with many different guys, so much so I don't remember all of them anymore.

I got hung up on this one guy that my 'friend' had told me about. (Just to clarify... I call her "friend" because she is just that! There has always been drama to follow this gal and I got caught up in her little game as well...not much of a friend if you ask me!) She told me he had been asking about me since a party he had seen me at once... (back then I was WAY CUTE and tan and way smaller (size 4-6ish)) I "knew" I had it going on and flaunted where I knew the attention was... Little did I know I just needed my Father's love!

I started a serious relationship with this guy and we ended up getting an apartment together. We dated for about a year I guess. In that year I fell in love with this guy. I finally submitted to my feelings and allowed myself to go there! I saw him turn from the party life (like I) and commit to being my all in all! Dun duh duh duuuuh.... here comes the evil little girl again! Yep the worst came out in me again! I could not help myself. I knew that if I didn't run him off then I was going to hurt him somehow and he was going to leave me for someone else! So I started being real mean and tormenting him with words and actions. My "friend" had befriended my old boyfriend (the HOT one) and started calling him over to her house and would call me over to "accidentally run into him". We (the ex and I) eventually started hanging out and I felt terrible that I was capable of hurting this other guy that I "loved". Well the bf found out one day that my ex was over there with me (he came to find me because he was SERVING ME by doing my laundry and needed to ask me a question... uuggghhhhh the shame). I had no idea that D (the EX) would be there but C (my "friend") had called me over because "she needed me to come help her with wedding plans (hers)". Oh but what she failed to tell me was that she had called D over first and he showed up shortly after I did. So when J (then boyfriend) came over he saw D there and got real angry! They eventually fought... and fought. A real bad fight. Black eyes, lots of blood and a trip to jail were involved. Man did I feel awful! I was losing control AGAIN! Why did I have feelings?