The Courtship

I still remember very vividly the first time I actually met my husband. We hung out with the same crowds but had never actually met. I was on a date at the bowling alley with his friend. I looked awful I had on pants and a sweater 3 sizes too big,no make-up and messy hair, because I went to a friends after work and didn't want to go home to change before going out. Chris stopped by to chat with his friends I saw him the minute he walked in he had on some very tight jeans with rips all in them,a nice sweater and black biker boots, My eyes never left him for the few minutes he was there, but the only thing I could manage to say was "Nice boots". He said "thanks" chatted with my date and walked out. I watched him til he walked out the door, at which point my date said "If that is what you want go and get it". Well I am not one to back down from a challenge but I didn't get up and run out the door either. We ran into each other a few times over the next couple of weeks and I could tell he was interested so I played a little hard to get. One night we were hanging out with some friends in the parking lot of Hardee's and I was dying of thrist. I asked if anyone had a dollar I could borrow. Chris whipped one out, probably the only one he had.I took it and went and got my drink,when I came back out I said" Thank you" and he said "Can I at least get a hug". So I gave him one and started to walk away when he said " Don't forget you owe Me!" in a suggestive tone. I turned around gave him a cold ass stare and said "I don't owe you anything but a Dollar". Still he pursued.About 2-3 weeks later we met up at a friends house one night,when it came time to leave I left with him and we spent the next 4 days and nights talking almost nonstop. I met his girls about 3 weeks after we started dating,he came to pick me up from work and had the oldest with him, she had just turned 3. On the way back to his house she fell asleep with her head leaned on my shoulder, I looked down at that little blonde angel and knew. I was in love, not only with him but with the girls and I knew there was no going back. He had had custody of the girls since they were 3 mths and 2 yrs old. His divorce was final about a month after me and him started dating. The night before I held him as he cried from fear of not knowing what was going to happen the next day, and the thought that he might somehow lose his little hearts. Well she didn't even show,so he was granted custody and got everything he wanted. We celebrated that night by creating our son. And so our story began.

My life as a Princess

On July 10th 1976,at 10:30 pm, I arrived in this world. A head full of strawberry hair,that would later fade to blonde and eyes that would be emerald green. I was the 3rd child (only girl) of a very hardworking,honest,loving father and the only child of a psychotic mother. I am not kidding she was on a weekend pass from the nut ward when my daddy met her, why it didn't click with him then I will never know. I spent my formative years with nannies and housekeepers and in daycare,where my mother would often forget to pick me up, even though she didn't work most of the time. My father drove a truck over the road and was gone most of the time. Also living in the hell I call home were my 2 half brothers, who were 1 and 3 when she met my father and since their mother just walked away from them (he sure can pick'em can't he), my mother was the only one they ever had even though she never acted like it. I learned at a young age to keep my mouth shut and fly below the radar. This worked very well until I was 13 when both my brothers had left home. My mother would spend the week beating my brothers senseless,and then the weekends waging a war with my father. I witnessed my brothers getting tied to their beds,locked outside naked,beaten black and blue. From about the time I was 3 and my brothers were 7 and 8 we were the household slaves. By 8 I could cook an entire meal ,vacuum the floors,do the laundry, pay bills and much more. My mother never lifted a finger. I lived for the weekend when my father would lavish me with attention that I was deprived of all week. Things were not that bad for me until my brothers were gone,because until then most of my mother's anger went towards them. But with them gone I was the only target my mother had left, and she hated me with a passion because I was everything that she could never be. The constant abuse tore my brothers down,by the time they left they were nothing, but it only made me stronger, more determined. By the time my oldest brother left the house he had been molesting me for 5 yrs, backlash I think for him getting the brunt of the abuse.He continued on in his meaningless life and now is wanted in 5 states. My younger brother did a little better but not much, He went through a drug phase and 3 marriages. I hung on and fought, trying to still stay under the radar for the most part and count the days til I could leave. Our final battle was just after I turned 17, My mother broke my ankle,my collarbone and gave me a scratch so deep I still wear the scar on my chest til this day. But I fought back that time and I fought hard, my mother pretty much let me be after that. Not long after I met my Knight in shining armor and worked towards my escape plan.