Tuesday, June 16, 2009
For my first blog I am going to begin by introducing myself. My name is Amber. I am 19 and currently living in a small town in South Western Kansas. As you can imagin, it is pretty boring down here & with my husband working anywhere from 5 hour days to 13+ hour days, it tends to get lonely also. To kill some time I am an online student working towards my High School Diploma.
You see, growing up was rough for me. I wouldn't say that I had the worst child hood, because I didn't. But I didn't have an average one either. My parents divorced when I was only 6 months old and as you can imagin, my mother got custody. I grew up in a small town in North Western, Kansas & with daddy being a truck driver, I never really knew him. My mother was...well lets just say she wasn't the sweetest mother in the world...There were actually times where my daddy would be less than 30 minutes away and she wouldn't even tell me, let alone take me to go see him. So when I was 13, I moved in with my father and that started a huge rollercoaster of moves and trauma in my life. Just a few months after moving in with him, he had a horrible accident that put him in a drug enduced coma for 2 months and he spent another 2 months in the hospital recovering. I ended up moving back in with my mother. I was so angry that I was finally getting to know my father after missing out on all the childhood moments with him, and now he was taken away from me and there was nothing I could do. After living with my mother for a while again and turning into a teenager, our relationship got really rocky and I went back and forth between my parents a few more times. When I was 15, my mother divorced my step-looser (step-father of 14 years) and immediatly got a new boyfriend who she'd happen to meet through my ex-step-father. He ended up moving us both to Pueblo, Colorado, where we lived for a little over a year before he came home one night and told us he was leaving & had a girlfriend in Nebraska (he too was a truck driver). We had to sell about 70% of our belongings just to get money for a U-Haul and move back to Kansas. It was a horrible experience, however I loved Pueblo.
We ended up moving to a small town that I had previously had a serious boyfriend in. That was really the beginning of me growing up. At 16 I was dating this guy for 3 years (on & off) and ended up moving in with him and my father in Garden City, Ks. It wasn't long after that I found out that I was pregnant with my first son. Our relationship went down hill. My best guess is that he wasn't ready to be a father and didn't want to deal with the consequences of sex. To this day I still don't know and will probably never know. We ended up breaking up when my son was only a month old...
Shortly after all that drama, I met the man who is now my husband. His name is Nathan and he is 22. Ever since we met he has taken care of my son and I and has always been there for us. We are currently in the process of buying our very own, first house & expecting our second child. Nathan and I have a lot of ups and downs and very sharp corners in our relationship, but we've always been able to work through things and stay deeply in love with each other.
That is it on my 'life story' for you. I will be posting more stories, however most of them will not be anything like this. I plan to write articles on topics that are close to my heart and even just opinions about others. I hope you enjoy this blog!
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I have done as Lily explained about the comments and hope that no one else has any problems.
Love you all and thanks for caring enought to want to leave me comments, that's awesome!
I had a very rocky relationship with my mom and dad. Time will change the way you look at it. Someday (when you're old like me) you'll see how all that grief made you a great person. You will find an inner strength because of all your history. I look forward to reading more of your posts. I hope I can leave a comment next time.
Lily
Thank you Lily. I try hard to get past and rebuild all those burned bridges between my mother and I. My next post may actually let you in a little further on that subject. Thank you for your comment!