Tragedies....

You would never know if you saw me at my place of employment or in a public setting that I have lived a hard life. If I helped you with an item at work you might say I am happy and helpful, joyous, cordial or nice. It takes ALOT for me to carry that persona everywhere..... Did you ever wonder about the person behind the gas station counter, or the waitress that just brought your drinks, or the check-in clerk at the hotel? They "seemed like a nice girl" is probably what you would think, but did you know that they probably really fight the urge to call in sick or hide from the mean cruel world known to others as "the public".....

My hard life consists of crazy things I have witnessed and experienced along my twisted path .... Check em out ....

in no particular order............

One month before my eighteenth birthday I was arrested for Driving While Under the Influence of alcohol..... I was less than a quarter of a mile from my house and in a brand new car I hadn't had for more than 10 days. I was coming home from a party, highly intoxicated, and lost control of that super soft to the touch power steering and flipped my car.. end over end ... sideways in one side of a six foot ditch... over.... and landed on the other side... my neighbor Chad saw and heard my brakes from his house and said "my car looked like a basketball being dribbled down a court"..."I should of never walked away from that accident" Fire and Rescue said.... I blew a .116, well over the legal limit, and had to be picked up from the Johnson County jail by my mom, who was being hit on by the drunk in the holding tank next to me.
6 days after my accident I got the license plates in the mail to the vehicle I had just totaled.....

My bad luck............

When I was 18 I moved six hours from home to a town I knew three people... and to top it off ...one of those people was incarcerated. I got a job and saved all my money to bail out said person only for said person to pawn my stereo and all my Cd's and tell me he loaned them to a friend for a party. I was young and naive and went to retrieve the items after he had been sentenced to prison weeks later only to find out they were gone.... this same person bragged to all his friends in my apartment about how stupid I was for believing his lies about all the times he had cheated on me while I hid in the closet with a friend and heard it from his lips....

My life..............

When I was 19 years old I was stabbed at a party by a crazy guy who was trying to start a fight in a very small, one bedroom apartment that I happen to live at with my dog. When the crazy guy lunged at me and three guys got up to pull him back he fell on a glass coffee table and me, trying to get myself and my dog out of harms way, was stabbed in the leg by the glass from my own coffee table......

My skills................


When I was 27 years old I came home to an apartment I shared with my son and a boyfriend to find drugs in my home. When I did not approve of said drugs I removed them and when the boyfriend came home and saw the said drugs missing he did not ask where they were, simply put a gun to my head in front of my five year old son and said "give it back or say goodbye"
My son and I moved 5 days later while he was at work......
And I lived in fear for two years after that..........

My grief............

Two days before my thirty second birthday my boyfriend of one year moved out while I was at work. No note, no notice, just gone..... This was tragic because my children were both involved and I had no answers and no way of knowing.... He made no contact for two days and finally said he decided he wasn't ready for the whole family thing.... I mourned him and our break-up like a death... I didn't celebrate a birthday that year even though my co-workers tried awfully hard and I had to have a friend come and stay on my couch because I would have bad moments and needed someone to come pick up my shattered torn heart......

My sadness..............

When I was 25 years old I received a phone call from a man who claimed "his wife worked with my husband and did I know they were having an affair???" When my husband found out I knew of his indiscretions he said he really never wanted to be married and wished all of it, even our son, never happened to him......

My heartbreak...............

When I was 19 years old I went on a wild shopping spree and ended up in Newport News, Virginia where I purchased my Dog. She was a purebred Keeshond and her name was Princess. She was my everything. She was with me for nine years.. through a marriage, a divorce and the birth of my son and lots of other failed relationships and moves including my move to Kentucky..... six months after our arrival Princess was stolen off our front porch. I was again devastated and no dog has EVER taken her place...........
I saw her one year after her disappearance at a house and was unable to retrieve her and when I went back they were gone and so was she........

My tragedy..............

And to think I carry such a happy bubbly personality and if you saw me you would never know the trials and tribulations I have seen and suffered..... and this is few of many..... what I can talk about.... the tragedies I have been able to overcome.
I will return to enlighten you with some comedy I have experienced and maybe in a moment of weakness I will touch or embellish on one of these memories....

Until then they are just memories that make me hard and rough on the inside afraid to let people in or see the tragedies I have lived and witnessed.....