LIVING WITH HIM IS KILLING ME..THE LIFE AND TIMES
Friday, December 24, 2010
Part 2
Well, I really have nothing better to do so here goes....Part 2...While the weight was melting off my insecurities were building up and I started looking for love in all the wrong places. I guess I was what you would call promiscuous. Every guy I thought showed the least interest in me I returned the favor with sexual favors. Meanwhile, my school work was suffering and my home life was a wreck. I felt no one cared ,understood or cared to understand. My mom was busy fighting and hiding from her husband and my dad must of been heavily into magic because every time I visited his house he disappeared. So as far as I was concerned I was on my own. And the journey began.....drinking had become just as second nature as eating and throwing up. School was no where in my radar and I was headed no where fast.. To be continued
Where do I start?
Oh God....I wish I would have thought of creating a blog about 2 1/2 yrs ago. That's really when all the drama began. Well what the hell...lets be honest my whole entire life has been drama. Lets see, why don't we start here.. I was born to a strong, independent mother and a drug addicted father. My parents where never married and from what I hear never really got along so it wasn't too long before they split. There after, my relationship with my father went down hill. I didn't see him much and when I did it was never for too long. He had gotten married and when I went to visit him I was usually left with his wife. Who beat the hell out of me every time I took a deep breath. My mom was also married to a jerk at the time and though he never hit me he did beat the mess out of her and didn't mind telling me exactly what he felt about my presence which was almost never anything good. So now that you know the foundation lets fast forward a little. By the time I had started high school I was the weight of a 30 yr old woman so it was no surprise when I got teased to no end. This is really when hell began. By my sophmore year I was full blown bullimic. I threw up atleast six times a day. The weight melted off and I thought I was happy.....Stay tuned for part 2
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