Where to go from here....back to 1989

1989
Alarm clock buzzes...I have Saturday school...uurrghhh. 6th grade is already a pleasure...my secoond year that is.
How can a 12 yr. old miss 86 days of school and her parent not notice?  Oh look football practice is going on when I get there...bet Jason is out there.  That was my first boyfriend..actually lasted for over a year with all the bouncing from Ohio to Indiana.. anyways class is dismissed.  Oh goodness I can finally smoke..yeah unfortunate that I smoked at 12..actually 11 but nobody cared so I did.  Walk outside and suprise my mom is there with her trunk open?  Whats going on...Oh my dad is back in the states..great what a way to continuing the morning...Why did you waste your money on getting me back only to send me away again?  Your move to Indiana with me.....No I'm not...catch me if you can....Like a whisle in the wind I was gone.

This was not the first time I would have high hopes from my mom only for her to find some jerk that didn't like kids and send me back to dad.

As I tell my life story and journeys I don't want pity..I was wild when I was growing up.  It keeps my feet grounded now and makes me the person and mother I am today.  I'm wonderful...no exageration either..My kids have rules and they follow them. They play sports, do well in school, and listen.  It's a strict house but their frinds call me mom and I would never change my past...but I chose to break the cycle of my family.

A little stroll in the beginning...

  Hmmmm... I guess I will start with a little more information.  My family is nuts...probably certifiable if anyone pushed the issue seriously.  My wonderful mother and father were divorced before I could walk.  My dad then joined the service and blessed me with the best step-mom and two sisters and one brother.  Unfortunatlly I just started talking to them after 8 years when my dad died in June 2009.  My family fought over me my entire life and I have no idea why.  You would have thought that I could have turned water into gold thats how bad they fought and I certainly wasn't a pleasure to be around either. After my 3rd grade year I got to go see my dad in Leiston Suffolk,England for the summer which turned into  two years because he would not return me.  Yeah..my mom had to fight like crazy to have me returned and I finally was in middle of my 6th grade year.  I believe I came back then a totally different person..

Uggghhhh....Life

If you ever want to know what a crazy life can be like just ask because I am living proof.  I don't mean crazy as in whoo hoo party time or hectic schedules...what I mean is the amount of stress that one person can take everyday and still smile. 
My names Christine and I am 32 years old.  My life is far from normal and I guess it was ment to be this way although it has always been this way.  I can only imagine what a normal life would be like..must be like heaven.  I figure I am going to write about what I have learned over 32 years and its alot, but I will start at the beginning so in the end when you are thinking about what you are going to say, you will understand that being positive is my only fighting chance.