Background Check

   As my first post I'll give a brief, but not so brief, description of the past 18 years of my life. When I was little my parents divorced and, like any other child of a separation, my life consisted of two families. One family during the week, another family on every other weekend. Around age six I had quite the "falling out" with my biological dad, who I discovered first-hand was an alcoholic. My mom never forced me to stay home, but also never forced me to go visit him. I slowly grew apart and visited less frequently until I was in the 8th grade. The day before my Spring Dance he called, and I figured I would talk about how I was excited to get all dressed up and blah blah blah. However, he decided that he was calling to say his "goodbye" and that he wouldn't be around much longer. Well after countless hours of me crying, the Sheriff's Dept. finally talked him out of suicide. At this time, the visits halted. I couldn't handle my emotions being thrown around like this when he got into a drunken spat and decided his life of unemployment and alcoholism was too much for him. Things were never really the same and we grew even more apart. This past year, around the time my husband left for the first time (Basic Training) he called me and he said something disrespectful regarding my mother and I let him know how I actually had felt about him for the past 10+ years. In my opinion, he was a dad when it was "convenient"; when I would come over and draw with sidewalk chalk, blow bubbles, eat junk food, and watch tv. School was never really a topic high on his list of things to discuss or anything else serious for that matter. I haven't talked to him since then, and feel no need to if he has no respect for my choices and my family. I am personally convinced I am the person I am today, because of these events. I am strong, but I am weak.

   Next topic: My health. Ever since I was born I never really was "healthy". I always had something going on with my stomach, as long as I can remember. My stomach has been the main focus of my problems but some others were sinus infections, bronchitis, pneumonia, aches and pains, migraines, and just feeling puny. After going to countless specialists I was diagnosed with simply Irritable Bowel Syndrome and "stress". Oh I'm sorry. I don't think 3 year olds are stressed, but whatever you say! I always got the "eat more fiber" speech, and I always thought they could shove that up their perfectly cleansed colons because fiber was not my problem. After about 4 years of countless doctors appointments every month, blaming it on "stress" and I was "depressed", to finally get to the right specialist figuring out I had Fibromyalgia. Not a common thing for my age, but its not technically age-specific. After finding the right doctors, I think I am on the road to a better and healthier life! Still a little work to go, but I'll write about that later.

   At this time last year, I was ending a relationship and finally just trying to focus on my health. No boys, no love, not even much time for my friends. I had been out of school because of all the things going on in my life, health-wise, which eventually lead me to leaving high school for my GED. In the summer I got a job and began working, but one of my friends had recently graduated so we all know that means.... party! A party with people who would influence my life for the rest of forever.

   Today I am married to my best friend and my rock, Corey. He is in the Army, stationed at Fort Hood (he leaves around 9 a.m. tomorrow) and I will soon be joining him to begin this crazy life as an Army Wife.

I will go into a lot more detail with things later on, but tonight I just wanted to get out a little background that no one really has known about until now. Thanks for reading!