Well, I guess it all starts here. My life is a long, confusing story. I don't think I'll bore you with it all. Let's get down to brass tacks. I'm 26, and I have spent most of my life with a family who was kind enough to take me in, as well as my older and younger sisters, after my mother had a nervous breakdown after my father died. I lived with these people from the time I was four years old until I was thirteen. I then moved to California with my biological mother. This turned out to be a mistake. I ran away from home at fourteen and have been on my own ever since. The only good thing that came out of this experience, besides the fact that I'm still alive, is that I got to know my mother.
I am now rather down to earth. Not that I was always like that. I was unfortunate enough to go through alcoholism (a couple of times), I never got into drugs (I am personally proud of that one), and I have had three serious relationships in my life. My sons father, my daughters' father, and Mark (my husband). I loved each of them. They were all special and unique men. Some I still love very much, while others....Well, lets just say I wouldn't care if he fell off the face of the planet.
My life has completely turned around. I went from living in a small apartment barely making it by while going to college, to living near my family and owning my own home. I never thought two years ago that I would be where I am today. Someone up there is keeping an eye on me. I have truly been blessed.
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