Lets start at the beginning of the year.
In January, I was still living with my parents. My (then) fiance was still deployed in Iraq. My life was chaotic. It seemed that each way that I turned I was always being thrown into drama. Not just any drama. I was tossed and turned like a tornado in Kansas destroying everything. I had no where to turn and no one to fall back on.
In February I moved out of my parents house into my a friend of my fiance's families house. They had many different morals than I, thus, things did not turn out as well. No matter what I did, I never seemed to please them. Then on the 24th at 7 am, the father kicked in the door to my room and told me to get out of his house. No questions asked, not caring if I was living in my car or not. I called my mother (whom I had been fighting with at the time) and begged her to come help me. My great friend Jasmin also came to my rescue. She came and helped me get all my stuff out in a matter of 2 hours and moved me into her house. My mother stood behind me and took charge when I needed someone to the most. I texted my fiance and told him I was not sure what happened and to call me when he got the chance. When he did call me I was at work at 2 am, he proceeded to break up with me because of the string of lies that other people had been telling him. Instead of asking me the truth, he took the easy way out. For 5 days I went nuts. I drank, I started doing drugs all day and I compeltley let my self go.
On March 1st, while at work, I was still distraught and threw his dog tags in a metal grinder. While trying to clean up the scraps I hit my right hand against a metal pocket folder and sliced my middle tendon in half. While I was walking out of the emergency room, B texted me asking me not to hate him for what happened and that he was sorry. I told him I wanted to talk to him and told him exactly how his friends and family had been treating me. The next night we decided to try our relationship again. No one is allowed to get inbetween us, or stick their noses into our relationship. And people would have to accept us as a couple. Nothing more nothing less. On March 8th, I walked into my apartment where Jasmin, Dawn and I were living. I found the apartment in total chaos. Dawn was trying to burn down the apartment. Everything was turned on, there were coupons in the oven, windows were open, and heaters were on at full blast. Dawn was kicked out the next day. On the 13th I had surgery to repair my damaged tendon. I have now learned why they say dont drink, smoke, or eat before going under the knife. For 6 weeks I was in a cast on light duty. I smoked pot and drank alcohol every single day from the time I woke up until I fell asleep.
In April, I came to an enlightenment. I had talked to B the night prior. While on a mixture of Schrooms, Pot, and Alcohol. And I could not remember a single thing we had talked about. I couldnt bear the thought of him dying and me not remembering him saying, "I love you" or "I miss you". So I limited my pot and alcohol intake and quit schrooms all together.
In May I moved into my mother's house again. Jasmin and I wern't getting along as well as we had before and it was best. I lived with my mother and step father for 3 weeks before my step father kicked me out because he had ASSUMED I stole 3 quarters from him. Yes, 75 cents. I moved into a woman house, who at the time was a great friend. She had 2 children, a husband, 2 dogs, a chinchilla, and a lizard. The house reaked of animal. Dishes were everwhich were, dirty clothes, and black mold in the shower. I still worked from 3 in the afternoon until 11 at night. Before I went to work I cleaned and cleaned, babysat, and played mother.
I only lived with her until July
In July, I was at another friends house who broke down and told me a week prior to me moving to New York that the woman I had previously lived with was attempting to lie to my fiance to get him to break up with me so I wouldnt move away.. Why? Because she didn't understand why I would move from Nebraska to New York for a man. She felt that I was abandoning her and her family. So I did. I moved out a week before and into my other friends house. On July 13th I left the small 900 population town I had practically grown up in. I made it to Watertown, NY in 26 hours with my cat Ele.
July - November
(hardly anything worth writing about)
November was a great month for me. My fiance got home safely from Iraq on the 11th. Six days later we had our marriage vows and became husband and wife.
Theres a short transcript to my life so far. Hope you enjoyed and that It answered any questions you may be asking. Please no grammer nazi's. Its 0131 and I'm tired
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