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This is my first page about just me and mine. It hasn't been easy to do so far.
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This page has been extremely difficult for me to do, which, for anyone who knows me, is very surprising.
Normally, I can talk about myself with perfect strangers with no problems. But for some reason, writing it all up, and putting
it all out here has been very hard for me.
It's not that I have anything to be ashamed of in these pages. Far from
it, excepting my first marriage(which lasted, physically, one month and four days, legally, 11 months). :) I'm not proud of
that, and I don't go into details about it. But it's part of my history with my second husband, because he was there for all
of it. I knew him before I married the other man, and he was there to help me out when it fell apart.
This site will
tell about my life in the Navy and with my second husband up to now. Three children, two husbands and one man who
fathered a child with me and then ran like hell from us.
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In the past fifteen years, I've gone from self-centered teenager to a wife and mother. Very quickly.
When I first met my ex-husband, I was out to have fun and live life the way I wanted to without any boundaries (excepting
those the Navy put on me, because I was active duty). I LOVED not having to answer to my parents or anyone else for the first
time in my life. I was a little wild, but not too bad. :) No tattoos or anything like that (I didn't even pierce my ears a
second time until after I'd been out of the Navy and a mom for a while!).
Then I got married the first time. That
was an impulsive mistake. Taught me to look before I leap and to think about what I'm getting myself into. That lesson was
hard and rather painfully learned.
Ladies, PLEASE try to avoid getting into an abusive relationship! It's
not easy to break free from. Liberating once you do, but hard in the process! When you first start seeing the signs that he
*might* be abusive, get out. RUN, do not walk, away from him. You can NOT change him, and once you figure that
out for yourself, it'll be too late.
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I got discharged from the Navy, and lost the one dream I'd ever really had. I knew the normal
college try wasn't for me, I was a lousy student in high school (not that I didn't have the brains, I had undiagnosed ADHD
and was bored), and didn't really want to try it. Jobs weren't easy to come by, because of some health problems I had thanks
to the Navy. So I learned to accept my limitations. Not a problem. So I got engaged to my best friend in the Navy, and
we got married while he was home on leave.
Then, I found out I was pregnant shortly after getting married, and that
forced me to grow up, quick! It made me realize that I wasn't thinking for just me and another adult anymore. I had a baby
that I was going to have to figure out how to feed and clothe. So no more self-centered me anymore.
It's been a bit
rough here and there, but I've made it this far. You would think I could ride it out from here, right? lol
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