the short version of my story



A lot of you already know my story, some don’t. Because some are curious I will attempt to give you the cliffs notes version.
My mom left my dad at a very early point in my life, he was a terrible alcoholic, and could not take care of him self let alone a young little girl. Because of this position I felt like a possession to him and a unwanted parasite to her. Although he passed away in 2006, I am still very angry at the choices he made as well as the choices my mom made. I am not certain as if I will ever be able to say the things I need to say to her.
A few years after their divorce I was raped repeatedly by family members whose names I won’t mention out of respect for others. I was forced to have sex with men, women, a teen age boy, and even a German Sheppard at one point. They took photos. My whole life I have told people, and of course they don’t believe a word of it. But I know my truth and my hell. I live it every day. Some nights I still have flash back of the horrific things they did.
Because of being raped I became pregnant at 13 and shortly after my 14th birthday I had to get an abortion. This is a choice that no one especially a child should have to deal with. I still think of what ifs. Because of all of these points I became a drug addict at only 14. I also began to be very promiscuous and didn’t care about myself. At 15 I became pregnant again with my oldest child Stacy, I had her at 16, and Kristen was born when I was 17 and Cynthia when I was 19. Rocky and I married when I was 16, and have been married now for 18 years.  We have lost 3 children due to miscarriage in the last 10 years.
I still struggle with the drug daemons, and am not completely healed. Stacy got married this year in (2012) this has been a very bad year because of not only the changes, but also my lupus. I found out I had SLE in 2004 after my step sister died of it in 2001. Leigh Ann was my best friend. This week she will be gone for 11 years, and my heart breaks for that loss all the time. I have trouble walking some days I don’t feel like getting out of bed, but I can’t give up!