Mainly I needed to tell my story just for peace of mind. I've held it all in for so long, never telling anyone really and I know writing it down will help me move on. I have three grown daughters, eight grandchildren, six siblings, nicies, nephews, cousins, sunts and uncles, but I really don't have any family except my 12 year old granddaughter. I left my husband when y youngest was five. He got into drugs and refused to stop, so I thought my children and I would be better off without him. I moved a few hours away, near my mother and other family members. I had never had a job, my husband didn't allow it, he insisted my only job be a housewife and mother. Everything I did, everywhete I went, my children wete with me. They were first babysat when my oldest was 12. My kids were my life. It was hard at first trying to support, house, and feed them, actually, it was always hard, being a single mom, the only ptovider. For a long time I worked a full time and part time job trying to give them what they needed and wanted. I think all of our problems started when I met my partner (which lasted 15 years). He was okay for awhile, or so I thought, but thats another tragic story to tell at a different time. A couple of years into that relationship is when my middle daughter staryed behaving completely different, she was almost 13 years old at that time, she is 35 now.
