Being tired of being alone, and only having one date since my divorce (which by the way was a blind date and definatly not my type) i decided to join match.com to see what I could find, since I didn't ever get the chance to get out. We'll after answering a series of questions, it paired my up with 5 guys. I emailed them all saying that we had been paired. A week went by and a guy emailed me and we started talking. We had our first date a week after. We had our first date at Camino Real, we then went to the movies, and after that things were going good so we went to O'Charley's for a drink and some wings. We then found ourselves sitting in the parking lot of Camino Real, sitting on his tailgate talking for hours. It seemed like would could talk for ever. At 3:30am we parted ways.
We talked the whole week and that weekend we got together and I cooked him dinner. Well after that night, he moved in and we have been together ever since. Going on 4 years. Couple on months went by and he asked me to marry him. We have been married for 3 years this January.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
The Next Chapter- DIVORCE
Christmas Day-2002, we (my husband, I and the kids) opened up presents. After opening up presents, he packed his stuff and left. (yes left us on Christmas Day) I was heart broken but what held me up was my kids. They were 5 and 2. I was crying but they wern't. I remember my daughter saying, well at least you and daddy won't fight now that he's gone. Well that made me realize that we didn't need to be together. I made an appt with an attorney and my mom and I had a consult with her. She stated that our contested divorce would cost about $3,000.00. So my mom gave the attorney her credit card and he was served, at work, the next week. Needless to say he was not happy. Our divorce was so awful. It dragged on for about 9 months. Well our last court date, our final, he didn't show so I got everything. The house, car, kids,furnishings,etc. He had to pay spousal support and child support. (he had a great job at the time)
Living on the support, I watched my best friends baby and thats how I made ends meet for the 1st year of the divorce. I lost about 60 pounds during the divorce. I weighed 150 lbs and look very sick that skinny. (yes can you believe it?)
After a year of the support he got a DUI and lost his job. The support stopped. I had to get a job. I got a job at a CPA firm as a receptionist. Making $8.00 an hour. I had to put my son, who was 4 at the time, in daycare. That was the first time he was ever in daycare. He cried just about every day. It broke my heart. We lived paycheck to paycheck but we made it. I didn't recieve child support for 7 years.
After working at the CPA firm for almost 2 years and being treated like trash, they hired a college girl, they said that I was to train her and her job was to work along side me. I found that odd since I had worked there for almost 2 years by myself. I trained her for 2 weeks and at the end of 2 weeks they called me in the office and told me they had to let me go and gave me 3 weeks severance pay. Well I was dumbfounded again. Single parent, no job, no child support. WTH was I to do????
So I hit the pavement and went office to office handing out my resume. I recieved a call from a dental office and that's what started my experience in the dental field.
I worked for a local dentist for 2 years and somehow keep it together. Without any child support, I had to pay my car note one month and my house note the next. Somehow we made it. Also not to mention help from my mom along the way. (I don't know what I would of done without her)
Living on the support, I watched my best friends baby and thats how I made ends meet for the 1st year of the divorce. I lost about 60 pounds during the divorce. I weighed 150 lbs and look very sick that skinny. (yes can you believe it?)
After a year of the support he got a DUI and lost his job. The support stopped. I had to get a job. I got a job at a CPA firm as a receptionist. Making $8.00 an hour. I had to put my son, who was 4 at the time, in daycare. That was the first time he was ever in daycare. He cried just about every day. It broke my heart. We lived paycheck to paycheck but we made it. I didn't recieve child support for 7 years.
After working at the CPA firm for almost 2 years and being treated like trash, they hired a college girl, they said that I was to train her and her job was to work along side me. I found that odd since I had worked there for almost 2 years by myself. I trained her for 2 weeks and at the end of 2 weeks they called me in the office and told me they had to let me go and gave me 3 weeks severance pay. Well I was dumbfounded again. Single parent, no job, no child support. WTH was I to do????
So I hit the pavement and went office to office handing out my resume. I recieved a call from a dental office and that's what started my experience in the dental field.
I worked for a local dentist for 2 years and somehow keep it together. Without any child support, I had to pay my car note one month and my house note the next. Somehow we made it. Also not to mention help from my mom along the way. (I don't know what I would of done without her)
Meeting my 1st husband
So I'm still living with my mom in this one bedroom apartment. We attend my 2nd cousins rehersal dinner for his wedding. He was marrying a girl almost twice his age. Her son was 2 years younger than me and my mom and his mom were trying to get us together. When I first met him he had long hair and I didn't find him attractive at all. The next day (the wedding day) I had to do a double take when he walked in, he had cut all his hair off.
At the reception we sorta danced closer into each other. We talked and exchanged phone numbers. He came to pick me up the next day for our first date. We lived 40 mins away from each other. He arrived on his motorcycle. Well after our first date, we were in love. We were with each other every day.
Well 3 years into our on again off again relationship. I found out I was pregnant, on my 20th birthday.
I was scared but happy. We decided to keep the baby and get married that October.
Well a week later he stayed out all night and never came home.At 4am he finally called and told me that he could do what he wanted and he didn't have to call me and let me know what was going on. So what did i do? I put his shit out and changed the locks (yes at 4am)
I didn't hear from him again until 20 weeks pregnant ultrasound day, found out it was a girl. Mom and I was so happy. Called his mom and told her it was a girl. He called me and said " are you sure it's a girl, what's the likelyhood of it being correct?" He wanted a boy. What a jerk.
So the day came, Sunday, March 17, 1997, I was feeling bad that day and knew something was up. I was 37 weeks along. Went to the hospital dilated to 5. Walked for about an hour then things went fast. 4 hours later i was pushing. At 12:26am on Monday, March 18, 1997, my beautiful baby girl was born, 6 lbs and 13 ounces, 19 1/2 inches long. She was perfect. Her dad was there to cut the cord and hold her. He visited the next day for about an hour. Then seen her a few times in the next 2 years. When she was almost 2, he wanted to get back together. I was hesitant because of what happend in the past.
I was wanting to take things slow, to let him prove to me that he had changed. My mom found out that I was even talking to him on the phone and she flipped out. (my mom and I were living together at the time so she could help me) She said that if i talked to him or let him see his daughter, I would have to move. So I moved my daughter and I out and into his mothers house. Things were going good. He proposed to me one day at work and we planned a wedding in one month. Well 2 weeks before our wedding date, we found out we were pregnant with our 2nd child. I was so scared. Our wedding day came and went. We were now married with one kid and one on the way and living with his mom. Things were pretty good. We got into an argument one night and I threatend to leave him. Well his temper (that I never seen before) came out. He put a hole in his moms door and picked up the coffee table and threw it across the room and broke it. I ran upstairs to get my stuff. He came up behind me and while I was holding our 2 year old daughter and also 5 months pregnant with our son, he put his hands around my neck and choked me until I almost passed out, then threw me on the bed. He refused to let me leave the room. I was screaming for his mom to come help me. She came in and told him he needed to calm down. He sleeped downstairs and I slept upstairs with the door locked. The next day he apologized and promised he would never do it again. What was I supposed to do, we just got married and I had no where to go.
We finally saved up enough to get our own place. We moved into a 2 bedroom apartment. Things were great. He worked as a lumper and I was a stay at home mom. On Monday, January 4, 2000 I woke up at 8am in pain. Took a shower and hopped into the car. Arrived at the hospital dilated to 7 already. Things were going fast. Had our son at 11:26am. The delivery was scarry, the babies heart rate went down and they shot me up with drugs and they had to put a suction cup on his head to get him out quick. I thought I was dying. His poor head looked awful where thee suction cup was. (he is now 11 years old and you can still see where the cup was)
The next day in the hospital, I was to have my tubs tied. They wheeled me down to labor and delivery to have me prepped for surgery and get an epidural. I was alone cause the father was sleeping in the room they took me from. The anestheiologist came in to give me the epidural and he broke the glass vial in his hand and blood was everywhere. I told him to leave me alone. That was the 1st time I ever had a panic attack. Needless to say I didn't get my tubes tied. I seen that as a sign.
After bringing our son home, things changed, i changed. I felt real depressed and didn't feel quite the same. At nights I didn't want my husband to leave for work cause I would be alone and I was afraid something was going to happen to me and no one would be there. I began to have panic attacks. Just leaving the house and going to wal-mart would give me a panic attack. I became a hermit and didn't want to go anywhere. My mom made me go to the doctor. He told me that everything was fine and that I probably needed to see a shrink. Well my mom took me to a female doctor and she knew just what to do. She put me on Zoloft, a depression medication. As the weeks went by things started getting better and I was happy and somewhat panic attack free. Life was good.
I was cleaning out the car one day and found a huge bag of weed in the center console. I was so pissed that I had my kids in that car and I could of been pulled over and charged for that and my kids could of been taken away, that I threw the whole bag in the dumpster. Well the maintance man must of been watching me cause as soon as i threw it in the dumpster, he jumped in to get it. So when my husband at the time, went to get in the car to go to work, he was mad and wanted to know where his weed was. After me telling him what I did, he hit me, closed fist, across my face. I was dumbfounded. I called the cops and of course he was gone before they got there. No charges were filed cause he was already gone and I didn't go the next day to file charges. (let's face it, I had 2 kids, no job and no where to go)
So he apologized and things went back to normal. After living in the apartments for a year, we started to look at houses. We had a 3 bedroom house build from the ground up. Barly qualified for it, even had to do sweat equity. 3 months later we moved into our brand new beautiful house. Life was good.
About 2 years later we were at home, my husband had been drinking all day watching football. He wanted to take the family out to dinner. Great! I got the kids ready and went to get in the car. He jumped in the driver seat. I was like no, you've been drinking all day. He said "well either I drive or we don't go" I said well we won't go. He got out of the driver seat and i decided that the kids and I would go out to eat, they were hungry. He grabbed the car door open and tried to grab my purse that wsa attached to my shoulder. When I didn't let it go, he balled his fist up and hit me across my jaw. Still to this day my jaw hurts. I called the cops and they passed him coming in. The said that they didn't want to damage their car chasing him (we lived on a gravel road at the time) WTH, were was the justice. They took a report and told me I would have to go downtown tomorrow and file a report. Well he came home the next morning and was very apologettic. What was I to do? 2 kids, new house ( i have never lived in a house, always apartments) and no job and no place to run. Let's face it, I was stuck. The physical abuse was sparatic but the mental abuse was almost always.
At the reception we sorta danced closer into each other. We talked and exchanged phone numbers. He came to pick me up the next day for our first date. We lived 40 mins away from each other. He arrived on his motorcycle. Well after our first date, we were in love. We were with each other every day.
Well 3 years into our on again off again relationship. I found out I was pregnant, on my 20th birthday.
I was scared but happy. We decided to keep the baby and get married that October.
Well a week later he stayed out all night and never came home.At 4am he finally called and told me that he could do what he wanted and he didn't have to call me and let me know what was going on. So what did i do? I put his shit out and changed the locks (yes at 4am)
I didn't hear from him again until 20 weeks pregnant ultrasound day, found out it was a girl. Mom and I was so happy. Called his mom and told her it was a girl. He called me and said " are you sure it's a girl, what's the likelyhood of it being correct?" He wanted a boy. What a jerk.
So the day came, Sunday, March 17, 1997, I was feeling bad that day and knew something was up. I was 37 weeks along. Went to the hospital dilated to 5. Walked for about an hour then things went fast. 4 hours later i was pushing. At 12:26am on Monday, March 18, 1997, my beautiful baby girl was born, 6 lbs and 13 ounces, 19 1/2 inches long. She was perfect. Her dad was there to cut the cord and hold her. He visited the next day for about an hour. Then seen her a few times in the next 2 years. When she was almost 2, he wanted to get back together. I was hesitant because of what happend in the past.
I was wanting to take things slow, to let him prove to me that he had changed. My mom found out that I was even talking to him on the phone and she flipped out. (my mom and I were living together at the time so she could help me) She said that if i talked to him or let him see his daughter, I would have to move. So I moved my daughter and I out and into his mothers house. Things were going good. He proposed to me one day at work and we planned a wedding in one month. Well 2 weeks before our wedding date, we found out we were pregnant with our 2nd child. I was so scared. Our wedding day came and went. We were now married with one kid and one on the way and living with his mom. Things were pretty good. We got into an argument one night and I threatend to leave him. Well his temper (that I never seen before) came out. He put a hole in his moms door and picked up the coffee table and threw it across the room and broke it. I ran upstairs to get my stuff. He came up behind me and while I was holding our 2 year old daughter and also 5 months pregnant with our son, he put his hands around my neck and choked me until I almost passed out, then threw me on the bed. He refused to let me leave the room. I was screaming for his mom to come help me. She came in and told him he needed to calm down. He sleeped downstairs and I slept upstairs with the door locked. The next day he apologized and promised he would never do it again. What was I supposed to do, we just got married and I had no where to go.
We finally saved up enough to get our own place. We moved into a 2 bedroom apartment. Things were great. He worked as a lumper and I was a stay at home mom. On Monday, January 4, 2000 I woke up at 8am in pain. Took a shower and hopped into the car. Arrived at the hospital dilated to 7 already. Things were going fast. Had our son at 11:26am. The delivery was scarry, the babies heart rate went down and they shot me up with drugs and they had to put a suction cup on his head to get him out quick. I thought I was dying. His poor head looked awful where thee suction cup was. (he is now 11 years old and you can still see where the cup was)
The next day in the hospital, I was to have my tubs tied. They wheeled me down to labor and delivery to have me prepped for surgery and get an epidural. I was alone cause the father was sleeping in the room they took me from. The anestheiologist came in to give me the epidural and he broke the glass vial in his hand and blood was everywhere. I told him to leave me alone. That was the 1st time I ever had a panic attack. Needless to say I didn't get my tubes tied. I seen that as a sign.
After bringing our son home, things changed, i changed. I felt real depressed and didn't feel quite the same. At nights I didn't want my husband to leave for work cause I would be alone and I was afraid something was going to happen to me and no one would be there. I began to have panic attacks. Just leaving the house and going to wal-mart would give me a panic attack. I became a hermit and didn't want to go anywhere. My mom made me go to the doctor. He told me that everything was fine and that I probably needed to see a shrink. Well my mom took me to a female doctor and she knew just what to do. She put me on Zoloft, a depression medication. As the weeks went by things started getting better and I was happy and somewhat panic attack free. Life was good.
I was cleaning out the car one day and found a huge bag of weed in the center console. I was so pissed that I had my kids in that car and I could of been pulled over and charged for that and my kids could of been taken away, that I threw the whole bag in the dumpster. Well the maintance man must of been watching me cause as soon as i threw it in the dumpster, he jumped in to get it. So when my husband at the time, went to get in the car to go to work, he was mad and wanted to know where his weed was. After me telling him what I did, he hit me, closed fist, across my face. I was dumbfounded. I called the cops and of course he was gone before they got there. No charges were filed cause he was already gone and I didn't go the next day to file charges. (let's face it, I had 2 kids, no job and no where to go)
So he apologized and things went back to normal. After living in the apartments for a year, we started to look at houses. We had a 3 bedroom house build from the ground up. Barly qualified for it, even had to do sweat equity. 3 months later we moved into our brand new beautiful house. Life was good.
About 2 years later we were at home, my husband had been drinking all day watching football. He wanted to take the family out to dinner. Great! I got the kids ready and went to get in the car. He jumped in the driver seat. I was like no, you've been drinking all day. He said "well either I drive or we don't go" I said well we won't go. He got out of the driver seat and i decided that the kids and I would go out to eat, they were hungry. He grabbed the car door open and tried to grab my purse that wsa attached to my shoulder. When I didn't let it go, he balled his fist up and hit me across my jaw. Still to this day my jaw hurts. I called the cops and they passed him coming in. The said that they didn't want to damage their car chasing him (we lived on a gravel road at the time) WTH, were was the justice. They took a report and told me I would have to go downtown tomorrow and file a report. Well he came home the next morning and was very apologettic. What was I to do? 2 kids, new house ( i have never lived in a house, always apartments) and no job and no place to run. Let's face it, I was stuck. The physical abuse was sparatic but the mental abuse was almost always.
My Mom, My Rock
Ok let's back up a little and explain my childhood with my mom. After my mom divorced my dad (I was 9 months old) It was just her and I. We were always together. She was my world, my rock. Life was good. We moved several times throughout my child hood. Not sure why, maybe lack of money? She was a single parent that didn't have a high school education and didn't make much money and she didn't get child support. The state offered to give her $20.00 per month in food stamps and she told them to stick it up their ass. :) My mom struggled to raise me but did an awesome job. I envy her so much.
She never dated, but when I was 14, she ended up meeting a guy and got married. Needless to say I didn't like him, I probably never gave him a chance, all I seen was that he was taking time away from my mom. It was always the 2 of us, not the 3 of us. I cried the whole time they were at the alter. This was around the same time that I started being rebellious. The marriage lasted 4 years.
So in moving I attended several schools, LaVergne High, McGavock High, Glencliff High, & Mt. Juliet High, those are just high schools. Well senior year was half at Glencliff then half at Mt. Juliet High and trust me going from an all minority school to an all white, country, stuck up school was hard. Everyone already made friends and had been going to school together for years. No one wanted to befriend the weird new girl. So after a few months, I dropped out. Got a job with my mom at a travel agency. My mom was so broken hearted. She so desperately wanted me to graduate, since she didn't get the chance to.
She never dated, but when I was 14, she ended up meeting a guy and got married. Needless to say I didn't like him, I probably never gave him a chance, all I seen was that he was taking time away from my mom. It was always the 2 of us, not the 3 of us. I cried the whole time they were at the alter. This was around the same time that I started being rebellious. The marriage lasted 4 years.
So in moving I attended several schools, LaVergne High, McGavock High, Glencliff High, & Mt. Juliet High, those are just high schools. Well senior year was half at Glencliff then half at Mt. Juliet High and trust me going from an all minority school to an all white, country, stuck up school was hard. Everyone already made friends and had been going to school together for years. No one wanted to befriend the weird new girl. So after a few months, I dropped out. Got a job with my mom at a travel agency. My mom was so broken hearted. She so desperately wanted me to graduate, since she didn't get the chance to.
The Beginning
Monday, July 26, 1976
6:46am..Jamie Faye Clark was born to Linda Faye (Quinn) Clark & George James (Jack) Clark III at Baptist Hospital in Nashville, TN. My mom was the fifth child of 12 and my dad was the oldest of 5 kids. My mom and dad were married for 2 years before I came along. After I was born my dad started to get jealous of me. He started doing heavy drugs and drinking. He would often abuse my mom both physically and mentally. At 9 months old, my mom had enough and they divorced. My dad never came around, unless he had a new girlfriend to impress. The courts had him pay $20.00 per week in child support which he rarely did. He told my mom he wasn't paying her money to "blow" on herself. I remember having to wait at my aunt's house every other Friday for him to pick me up for visitations. I would intentionally fall asleep thinking that if he showed up, my mom wouldn't wake me up and I wouldn't have to go. (that's how bad I hated to go with him) He would get me maybe once every 3 months. I remember once when he had me, his girlfriend was over (i was maybe 7) and he beat her so bad that I remember him bringing a limp body down the stairs and we rushed her to the hospital.
The next girlfriend I remember, he married, I remember her being very mean to me. I was 9 years old and she would make me stay outside all day. Even made me use the restroom outside. That marriage lasted a couple of years. Then he married my current step mother (due to her being pregnant with my 1/2 sister). They are still married to this day but he has had several affairs. We even ran into him and his mistress out one day. So when I was in high school I was the typical brat teenager and was outta control. My mom made me go live with my dad, she couldn't handle me anymore. I was running around with a "bad crowd" of kids. Mainly she didn't like that I had a black boyfriend. But with my high school being 75% black. What do you expect?
So living with my dad, whom I seen maybe once every 3 months, was fun at first. He had the fancy car and big house. Then he started being mean. He would come home from work and look at my sister and say look at my princess, then he would look at me and say what kind of trouble have u gotten into today? When I didn't do anything. That left a lasting effect on me and made me start having anger toward my sister. So after several months of living with him, he and his wife said that I stole a ring. A ring that cost over 1/2 a million dollars. 1st of all why would you keep a ring of that value in your house? So how i found out was I was at school and I was called to the office and for 3 days straight I was grilled by two detectives. Crying through the whole thing I was so scared. On day 4 my dad tells me not to ride the bus that he would pick me up after school. He picks me up after school, the next morning I wake up and he tells me to get ready he was taking me somewhere. After i got in the truck, he tells me that they found the ring, that I dropped it the day I got into the truck, when he picked me up at school. Well if I had a half a million dollar ring I wouldn't have it at school where I was being grilled for 3 days for it and I would make sure not to freaking drop it in his truck.
So he takes me to my mom's house. On our way he gets a phone call stating that my mom was in a car wreck on her way home. He tells me that she's hurt really bad and not sure if she's going to make it and that it's all my fault for being "bad". (you have to understand my mom was my rock) My world came crashing down. We waited, at a waffle house, to hear more. After about an hour we went to the hospital to pick my mom up. She was fine, just bruises and scrapes. She was never in bad shape, he just lied to make me feel bad. I was so happy and relieved to see my mom, and she was ok. He dropped me and her off at her apartment. I had no clothes, but what I had on my back and he left no money for my mom to take care of me. (she had just moved into an apartment, she lived with her sister for a while and sold everything she had. well then she moved into a one bedroom apartment with a bed and a tv on a cardboard box.) After the wreck she couldn't work for a month. So after 3 days go by my grandmother (my dad's mom) calls my mom and tells her that all my stuff was over her house in bags. We go to get them and they had all been slashed, holes in them and every porcelain doll I had was broken. Nothing in those bags were salvageable. (who does that?)
I had to end up going to juvenile court on this ring and the judge threw the case out calling it a phantom ring.
6:46am..Jamie Faye Clark was born to Linda Faye (Quinn) Clark & George James (Jack) Clark III at Baptist Hospital in Nashville, TN. My mom was the fifth child of 12 and my dad was the oldest of 5 kids. My mom and dad were married for 2 years before I came along. After I was born my dad started to get jealous of me. He started doing heavy drugs and drinking. He would often abuse my mom both physically and mentally. At 9 months old, my mom had enough and they divorced. My dad never came around, unless he had a new girlfriend to impress. The courts had him pay $20.00 per week in child support which he rarely did. He told my mom he wasn't paying her money to "blow" on herself. I remember having to wait at my aunt's house every other Friday for him to pick me up for visitations. I would intentionally fall asleep thinking that if he showed up, my mom wouldn't wake me up and I wouldn't have to go. (that's how bad I hated to go with him) He would get me maybe once every 3 months. I remember once when he had me, his girlfriend was over (i was maybe 7) and he beat her so bad that I remember him bringing a limp body down the stairs and we rushed her to the hospital.
The next girlfriend I remember, he married, I remember her being very mean to me. I was 9 years old and she would make me stay outside all day. Even made me use the restroom outside. That marriage lasted a couple of years. Then he married my current step mother (due to her being pregnant with my 1/2 sister). They are still married to this day but he has had several affairs. We even ran into him and his mistress out one day. So when I was in high school I was the typical brat teenager and was outta control. My mom made me go live with my dad, she couldn't handle me anymore. I was running around with a "bad crowd" of kids. Mainly she didn't like that I had a black boyfriend. But with my high school being 75% black. What do you expect?
So living with my dad, whom I seen maybe once every 3 months, was fun at first. He had the fancy car and big house. Then he started being mean. He would come home from work and look at my sister and say look at my princess, then he would look at me and say what kind of trouble have u gotten into today? When I didn't do anything. That left a lasting effect on me and made me start having anger toward my sister. So after several months of living with him, he and his wife said that I stole a ring. A ring that cost over 1/2 a million dollars. 1st of all why would you keep a ring of that value in your house? So how i found out was I was at school and I was called to the office and for 3 days straight I was grilled by two detectives. Crying through the whole thing I was so scared. On day 4 my dad tells me not to ride the bus that he would pick me up after school. He picks me up after school, the next morning I wake up and he tells me to get ready he was taking me somewhere. After i got in the truck, he tells me that they found the ring, that I dropped it the day I got into the truck, when he picked me up at school. Well if I had a half a million dollar ring I wouldn't have it at school where I was being grilled for 3 days for it and I would make sure not to freaking drop it in his truck.
So he takes me to my mom's house. On our way he gets a phone call stating that my mom was in a car wreck on her way home. He tells me that she's hurt really bad and not sure if she's going to make it and that it's all my fault for being "bad". (you have to understand my mom was my rock) My world came crashing down. We waited, at a waffle house, to hear more. After about an hour we went to the hospital to pick my mom up. She was fine, just bruises and scrapes. She was never in bad shape, he just lied to make me feel bad. I was so happy and relieved to see my mom, and she was ok. He dropped me and her off at her apartment. I had no clothes, but what I had on my back and he left no money for my mom to take care of me. (she had just moved into an apartment, she lived with her sister for a while and sold everything she had. well then she moved into a one bedroom apartment with a bed and a tv on a cardboard box.) After the wreck she couldn't work for a month. So after 3 days go by my grandmother (my dad's mom) calls my mom and tells her that all my stuff was over her house in bags. We go to get them and they had all been slashed, holes in them and every porcelain doll I had was broken. Nothing in those bags were salvageable. (who does that?)
I had to end up going to juvenile court on this ring and the judge threw the case out calling it a phantom ring.
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