You learned a little about me, my goals, my age and my mindset in my first post. Now it’s time to dig a little deeper.
I have been married and divorced 3 times. That’s right – 3. Although all my exes don’t live in Texas, they all had one thing in common, they were picked by me. I am not sure when my picker broke, but sometime during high school. I couldn’t pick Mr. Right if he was delivered to my door by the Almighty himself to this day!
I got married the first time at sixteen. Yep, I know that’s too young! But in the seventies and all that sex, drugs and rock and roll stuff going on I got caught up and caught. Most girls I knew were doing it and getting by with it. Not me! Oh no, I was one of the few that it took one time and, dammit, out came my oldest.
Four years later I had my second and last, thank you very much! We stuck it out for the kids, just like we were taught back in those days, for seventeen years! What were we thinking??? My kids still tell me that was our biggest mistake. They were exposed to the good, bad and ugly of married life, emphasis on the bad and ugly!
Just as we were splitting up, I was raped at gunpoint at a mall where I was working. I am gliding over this, not because it’s hard – it is, but because I will come back to that and the effect it had on me later.
At the same time my oldest brother was diagnosed with the found too late “C” word at 46. He passed five months later. That broke me, not just because of the grief but because he was the black sheep of the family. My other older brother was as white of a sheep that you could imagine. So it only made sense that as the token gray sheep, I had to step up my game! And I exceeded all expectations!
How did I do that?? Next post…