I am referring to how I became a blogger, of course.
To me, my life isn't all that eventful. I'm a mother, a wife and I manage a very well known and thriving business; I'm a very busy woman to say the least. To an "outsider" I am the industry standard for my profession, ever-changing style, tattoos, piercings,etc. I do not look like the average Mom even though I AM a pretty average Mom.
My best friend from childhood suggested I start blogging my trials and tribulations. I gave this much consideration over several days. Probably because over the years I have drug her into more situations than she would care to admit, but she had fun everytime.
To appreciate me, I guess you need to know a bit about my past.
Let's see...I moved away from my childhood at 16 years old when I went out into the world on my own. I quit school because it couldn't teach me what I needed to know to survive MY life, only the streets and "human studies" could; besides I had to work full-time to survive. I rented a room in a Boarding House. I was too young to sign a lease and bouncing from friend to friends house quickly wore my welcome out. The gentleman (I use that term loosely) that was the landlord of the boarding house was a local perv who owned many boarding homes. In my particular house there were six rooms, I had the biggest for fifty dollars a week. The other rooms were consumed by construction workers bouncing from job to job and dodging their child support obligations. This is probably where I started to build my fence (that later in life I learned to comfortably sit on top of and watch the world below).
The men were your A-typical assholes. There was only one bathroom in the house and we shared it. They all tried to fuck me. I never would! I'm surprised during this time in my life that I wasn't raped. I was young and very niave but was never scared.
I dated. I tried every flavor, sometimes at the same time without any of the guys even knowing. I'm not a "man-hater" but MOST men are so predictable and un-observant.
I dabbled in the drug scene for a bit. It was expensive to afford and much easier to date dealers, so I did, for awhile.
By the time I turned eighteen, I had met someone my age. I felt he was relatively as normal as they came. He was a virgin. He was sincere, honest, settled; all the things I hadn't experienced out of a man. We married at nineteen and had two children. We lived a fairly normal life for seven years, then there was a distinct change in our relationship. Call it the seven year itch, call it what you want. I personally call it Crystal (of course I'm using fake names). We met in the trade school I attended and starting working together in the same facility.
I felt sorry for her because she graduated high school early and was younger than the rest that attended our trade school. We became close friends, fast. She was very smart, super I was in her wedding, our kids played together and husbands grew to be great friends. Every weekend we did "couple" things; joined bowling leagues for the shits and giggles, played cards, etc.
* Returning with Part 2 "How this all came to be..." soon!
