Um...well...

My childhood was very different. At 2, my parents were divorced. I was taken away from my mom at 4, and my grandparents were awarded custody. My father and grandfather are alcoholics, so I had to deal with alot of bs as a child. At 12, I started rebelling. I was sent off for truancy, and stayed there for about 6 monthes. Then I got kicked out for fighting. I moved around alot after that. I straightened up for a little while, then I feel back in with the wrong crowd. I was sent off again at 15. The state assumed custody, and I was bounced around from group shelters, to rehab, then to a home. I was there untill right before my 18th b-day. I was on lock down, and couldn't do anything. I ran away a month before my 18th b-day, and hid out untill I turned 18. They eventually signed me out of state custody. I had some really bad times after that. I kinda lost my self in all of the partying. I met my husband at 19, and have been happier than I ever imagined that I could be. Life is as close to perfect as it gets now. I have no complaints. He is my angel. There are alot of things in my past that I have yet to confront and deal with. It's just easier to run from it all. But I try to always have a positive outlook on everything that I have been through, and learn from those experiences. It really has made me a stronger person

I have a wonderful husband, a supportive family, heaven-sent
friends, and good health...what more could a girl ask for:hippy:

Sorry to bore you all with this...but I love all of you guys, and thought I would share a little of my life, so you may be able to understand where I'm coming from a little better.

Love ya cannacom