Part 2
I think most people start a journal because of something that happen to them and they need a place to write it down. A place to keep it straight. I know it works because over the years I have written several letters to people that angered me and never sent them. Once it was on paper I felt better. Unfortunatly I hate to write. My spelling and grammer sucks and my hand ends up cramping up before I finish. Its because I am so intense about what I am writing. That is why I like to type. I can bang on those keys all I want and I dont hurt anything. Even if no one ever reads these words, It is good for me to get it down and it is much easier to get it down if I feel like I am telling it to someone.
Ok Lets start from the begining for its a very good place to start. (I love The Sound Of Music) It started about 42 years ago. I know your saying "She is only 33 years old". I need to start here so you get why I am so crazy. My mom was a Junior in High School. She could barely read and write, was shy, unhappy and one of the few white kids at the school (They lived in EPA). My grandmother never put much stress on school and my grandfather who new the importance of school, worked two to three jobs at a time to make ends meet so he could not be there to help my mother and uncle who also did horible in school. Really the only thing my mom was good at was math so her junior year she dropped out of school. I dont know everthing that happen from that point to when she met my father but I do know that she enjoyed all that the sixties had to offer. The drugs, the sex, the music, and the married men. She and my uncle both got into hanging out with motorcycle rider gangs and lived quite a wild life. My mom started dating this one man, fell in love with him and moved in with him. I dont know if he loved her or not because about a year later he was killed in a car accident by his brother.
My mom was devistated and to this day I believe she ended up going with my father because she didn't want to be alone. Unfortunatly my father was a smooth talker and not just to my mom. Over the years we have come to the conclusion that the only reason why my father gets married is so he always has a sure thing at home incase he cant find anything better for the night. My mom then made the biggest mistake a married woman could make. She got pregnant to try to save her marrage. It didnt work and he wasnt even around to help her with the pregnancy. My mom had a horrible pregnancy emotionally and medically followed by a very difficult birth. 9 months after I was born my father left us.
*Stay tuned for part 3*
Ok Lets start from the begining for its a very good place to start. (I love The Sound Of Music) It started about 42 years ago. I know your saying "She is only 33 years old". I need to start here so you get why I am so crazy. My mom was a Junior in High School. She could barely read and write, was shy, unhappy and one of the few white kids at the school (They lived in EPA). My grandmother never put much stress on school and my grandfather who new the importance of school, worked two to three jobs at a time to make ends meet so he could not be there to help my mother and uncle who also did horible in school. Really the only thing my mom was good at was math so her junior year she dropped out of school. I dont know everthing that happen from that point to when she met my father but I do know that she enjoyed all that the sixties had to offer. The drugs, the sex, the music, and the married men. She and my uncle both got into hanging out with motorcycle rider gangs and lived quite a wild life. My mom started dating this one man, fell in love with him and moved in with him. I dont know if he loved her or not because about a year later he was killed in a car accident by his brother.
My mom was devistated and to this day I believe she ended up going with my father because she didn't want to be alone. Unfortunatly my father was a smooth talker and not just to my mom. Over the years we have come to the conclusion that the only reason why my father gets married is so he always has a sure thing at home incase he cant find anything better for the night. My mom then made the biggest mistake a married woman could make. She got pregnant to try to save her marrage. It didnt work and he wasnt even around to help her with the pregnancy. My mom had a horrible pregnancy emotionally and medically followed by a very difficult birth. 9 months after I was born my father left us.
*Stay tuned for part 3*