So I left off talking about where I come from. Not to speak bad about my parents because I wouldn't do that but, I will tell you the truth about them. My parents are both alcoholics, my mother is way worse than my dad by far. So I really wasn't supervised like I should have been when I was younger. My parents are divorced, have been since I was a baby. So I lived with my dad til I was about 10, them I went to live with mom. We moved to this small town when I was 16. I never went to high school here because my mom diver made me go. So I never graduated school and imagine how I met my friends. I met them at parties, people drinking all these kids had grown up with each other. Mom didn't really care what I did, she let me go where I wanted and do what I wanted with who I wanted.
I spent alot of my life making big mistakes. Mistakes that are still following me around as an adult. Things people remember about me that even sometimes I don't remember. So my past is not the best people have spend alot of time talking about me. This is one of the reason my boyfriend and I fight so much. He thinks people judge him in negative way for being with me. They can't except the fact that I'm older and more resonsible. I sometimes wonder though after this many years can he not just take me as I am.
If you guys actually knew me you would never believe some of the things that I let slide from him. I am a strong outspoken woman, for the most part. He is the only person on the planet I don't stand up to. No, he is not physical at all and I'm not afraid of him. He would never ever put his hands on any woman. He does get really hurt sometimes and says things, I know he's just rying to hurt my feelings.
New subject for awhile (Told you I would jump around alot). Somebody tell me what you think of jealousy?
I am dating a guy who is so insecure and jealous and I think it hurts his feelings sometime because I am not jealous. If something legitimately shady happens of course I will call you on it. But, something stupid like looking at girls and talking to girls doesn't bother me at all. Is this normal or not? I really want some feedback here.
I think I'm done spilling my guts for now, I am gonna watch a little Tom and Jerry with my son and try to get him to take a nap. Good luck to me right. Talk at you later. I apologize if the structure of my blog gets on your nerves be patient with me didn't make it real far in English class.
People have always said I should write a book, so I decided to write a blog. I'm just sharing crazy stories about My life and the people in it.
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Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Welcome to my life!
First of all, I'll explain what this is about. I have always been told I could write a book about my life, so I kind of am. I will share stories with you about the random crazy things that happen to me everyday. I would love for you to comment on any of this with your own stories.
I like in one of the most boring places in the world, Nebraska. I'm sure there are other places worse but, I surely wouldn't know that. I live in a town of a couple thousand people. I have two larger cities very close and they both have a couple hundred thousand people. For those of you reading this from big cities, you can imagine what I am living without.
This is a place where, if you dress in the latest fashions and walk down the street people think you are, "on drugs". The people here are all crazy, all they do is talk about everyone else. I mean everyone is talking about someone and since there isn't that many people, everyone knows everyones business.
Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I am 27 years old and I have a 4 year old son named Treyton. His father and I are not together, beings he is the craziest weirdo on the planet. I mean this guy needs to be locked up. He is a good dad for the most part, he lacks common sense sometimes. I have joint custody of Treyton with his dad. We live in a small two bedroom apartment and for the most part mind our own business.
I have been dating the same guy off and on for the last 6 years, he is not my son's father. We fight like cats and dogs. Alot of which is my fault, I have made alot of mistakes. To understand my life now and who I am maybe I should tell you about my childhood a little bit. I think to understand me you would have to understand my mother. The person who raised me through the time when I was most impressionable.
I will continue to post stories about my friends, co-workers, enemies, parents, my son, just about anyone I feel like talking about. Sorry I just cut off in the middle of nowhere, I have to leave for work. Please be patient this may happen alot.
I like in one of the most boring places in the world, Nebraska. I'm sure there are other places worse but, I surely wouldn't know that. I live in a town of a couple thousand people. I have two larger cities very close and they both have a couple hundred thousand people. For those of you reading this from big cities, you can imagine what I am living without.
This is a place where, if you dress in the latest fashions and walk down the street people think you are, "on drugs". The people here are all crazy, all they do is talk about everyone else. I mean everyone is talking about someone and since there isn't that many people, everyone knows everyones business.
Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I am 27 years old and I have a 4 year old son named Treyton. His father and I are not together, beings he is the craziest weirdo on the planet. I mean this guy needs to be locked up. He is a good dad for the most part, he lacks common sense sometimes. I have joint custody of Treyton with his dad. We live in a small two bedroom apartment and for the most part mind our own business.
I have been dating the same guy off and on for the last 6 years, he is not my son's father. We fight like cats and dogs. Alot of which is my fault, I have made alot of mistakes. To understand my life now and who I am maybe I should tell you about my childhood a little bit. I think to understand me you would have to understand my mother. The person who raised me through the time when I was most impressionable.
I will continue to post stories about my friends, co-workers, enemies, parents, my son, just about anyone I feel like talking about. Sorry I just cut off in the middle of nowhere, I have to leave for work. Please be patient this may happen alot.
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