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.
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