ME
I am far from your typical teenager, depending on what category you put me in.
Let me tell you a little bit about my life and how this whole thing started.
When I was 15 my mom kicked me out and I was on my own. So I moved from one town to the next to go live with my father. From then on my life went down hill. I was hard into drugs and drinking. I had no responsibilities and no care in the world. I was back and forth from Juvi to partying. I was THE last person any of my friends thought would settle down and become the person I am now. But in the process I was disowned by most of my family. But I did have someone by my side when no one else was there. His name was Zach and without him I would be absolutely know where in my life. Anyways. I was a party girl, I knew everyone and everyone knew me but I didn't have a good reputation at all. I was slut and drug addict. And I got what I wanted when I wanted it.
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| 15 years old |
At almost 17 I was stuck in lock down rehab and then put in Foster Care for 8 months. In that time I finished high school, after dropping out three times. I tried living with my mom again when I was out. But of course we butted heads and I was right back to my good old town of Prescott. It was like things never changed though. I got a new group of friends and ran things just as I did before. My 18th birthday was the best day of my life. I was an adult I had no one I had to respond to. But that only lasted for a short while. March 3, 2012 I got the call that changed my life. My best friend, the only person I trusted. The only person who no matter what stuck by my side, had been killed. I was a wreck and half. I went over board for about a week with my only intentions was to be drunk and not have to face reality.
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| Foster care/ my foster sister |
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| Graduation |
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| Pool party |
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| 2011 |
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| RIP |
In my drunken rage of hate for the world I met a man who not only showed me that not everything is evil in life and taught me how to love again. And that's exactly what I did. I loved him like there was nothing else in this world. Together we got off drugs and stopped drinking. We entered the next chapter in our lives together. We were inseparable and head over heals for each other. In our rainbow and butterfly love we decided to spread our wings and wanted to have a baby. We conceived our son on June 21, 2012. We found out July 19, 2012. We thought that being parents would be the best thing in the world and that we would be the best and perfect little family ever. Well we were far from wrong when it came down to it!
When I was 2 months pregnant I was in a very bad car accident which not only took a toll on me but on top of my raging hormones it took a huge toll on mine and Devon's relationship. We ended up breaking up for two months. But we continued to live together, while he was talking to two other girls. We finally realized that we loved each other more then anything in the world and got back together on Halloween. After getting back together we soon started talking about marriage. To me though marriage is a hard subject to talk about. After watching and being in the middle of my parents blood battle of a divorce I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would get married. Divorce and being a single mom was my BIGGEST fear in the world. But I knew he loved me and I knew we could do it. So Christmas Devon proposed to me. We got married in our living room with our close friends and family only on New Years Eve. I was beyond nervous but standing next to him and saying I do. I knew that marrying my best friend was the second right thing I had done in my life(next to having my son).
With the new year upon us and me getting bigger things weren't getting any easier. I turned 19 February 22nd and we had our baby shower on the 24th. The night of our baby shower I went into early preterm labor. They stopped me and sent me home. March 1st we moved out of our house into a place. March 5th I went into labor and after 8 hours of natural and painful labor our beautiful 5lbs 7oz 17inch little boy was born at 7:12 pm. That was the most amazing moment of our lives. We thought that things were going to get better now that our baby boy was in our arms. But again we were very wrong. Things only got worse. Devon always wanted out of the house and away from me. And I was extremely depressed. We argued 95% of the time and usually the only time we weren't we were either asleep or having sex. So finally after months of arguing and at each others throats. On Mother's day we got into an argument beyond all others and Devon left.
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