I work very hard and am attending college to obtain my degree in the Human Service field. Writing makes me feel alive and gives me the opportunity to touch those whom I would not be able to otherwise. Last but not least, I have been blessed with two amazing daughters who love me completely and support my dreams. Feel free to contact me with questions, concerns or feedback.
I am not alone. Each one of us has the ability to write a lifetime of stories about how they feel they've been righted or wronged within their biological family. I am going to write about my experience and how I've gotten through this past year.
My oldest daughter moved out when I was at work the last Friday of February 2011. I walked into the house, noticed her laptop was gone, and proceeded into her room. It was empty, I was shocked, but I walked out of the room, shut the door and proceeded to text my youngest to give her the news. She acted shocked as well. A couple of months later my youngest texts me at work telling me my oldest was home and wanted to talk. I went home after work, we talked and she asked for money. I proceeded to ask how she was able to move her things out of my home in one day to which she informed me that my youngest knew that she was moving out.
Upon graduation from high school, I attempted one semester at a technical college. I spent more time in the game room rather than class, made some friends and studied a bit. Yet, I knew it wasn't for me. Not being sure of what my long term goals were, I knew the Army was a full time gig and would give me some employable skills. At the ripe young age of 18, I signed on the dotted line. Little did I know what would happen upon my enlistment.
This is an experience I rarely discuss. When asked, I can honestly say I joined to get away from my home. My mother and I didn't have a close relationship, older sister was doing her thing. Having my own bedroom for the first time in my life didn't suffice for a good enough reason to remain. I knew I had to do something to get away.