POWER OF GIVING CHARITY SUMMARY:Just another Single Mom. I have no family in this town anymore and work full time. But supporting 2 people completely on one persons income isnt cutting it! I would greatly appreciate any help. MY STORY:
The first memory I have of my entire life was when I was 2 years old. My mom was very pregnant with my little brother at the time and she was sitting on the couch, with a coffee table and chair between herself and my dad. I was standing to the left of my dad, watching him yell at her. He walked over to the bar between the kitchen and the living room and grabbed a bar stool and threw it at my mom. It hit her in the stomach... and I dont remember anything after that.
This set my mind frame for how I believed a "man" should behave.
My parents split when I was 4 and my mom, little brother and I moved into a 2 bedroom apartment in the same town that I live in today. I dont remember much of my childhood. I know my mom was an extreme alcoholic. I know that I was outside alot, and don't remember her being around much when we were little.
I was 8 when she met my stepdad and 9 when they married. My mom had been to rehab for the alcohol and came out sober and a person I had never met before. I liked that person.
In all the pictures at their wedding, I wasnt smiling. I didnt like the guy, but I dont know why not? He had no kids, and had been married before. He was the "abusee" in that relationship, which is still seems so foreign to me.
He came from a military family and was extremely strict and straight laced. I know now, that my mom married him because it was a chance to stop struggling. He would take care of us.
He did - but with little conversation and the slightest things would make him angry. He didnt know how to handle small children.
I hated it when I had to do my homework with him. He would get very frustrated with me. At this point, I was scared of men - and even more so, men screaming at me.
I quickly grew to resent him and my mom. She got pregnant and had their first child together when I was 11. My mom had been sober for 2 years by now and we still hadnt had any chances at having a relationship.
It seemed like her life was her new husband and their new baby.
To fast forward a few years (and not missing much of anything) I moved out when I was 17, before graduation.
I continued going to school and graduated in 2003.
I dont remember my mom or dad being there. I know I didnt get a "graduation present" or a dinner.
I know that my whole reason for living at this point was to find a boy that loved me. Thats all I wanted.
I did everything "typical" to prove to any boy that would pay attention that I was worth loving.
When I was 19 I found one that paid me all the attention I felt deserved. I could tell he was different and 'loved' me.
He had enlisted in the Marine Corps. It was June and he was scheduled to leave in November for 13 weeks of boot camp.
We spent everyday together and were young, so we would go out and drink or party at my apartment... stuff 20 year olds do.
November came, and saying goodbye to him was hard - but I wrote him everyday of his boot camp and knew that I wanted to marry this guy!
I flew to San Diego with his --very disfunctional-- family to watch him graduate bootcamp. We flew back the next day, to a surprise party to welcome him home. He proposed that night, on the dance floor at a bar. (Classy, huh?)
He was stationed in North Carolina at Camp Lejuine and I moved from my small town, 1500 miles across the US the following July to start my married life.
It was strange in a new town, not knowing anyone but him, having to adjust to the life of a Marine's wife.
I soon learned that he wasn't done partying, and didnt care whether or not if I wanted to go out or stay home.
He did what he wanted, when he wanted. He got violent and very angry when he was drunk.
I left him 3 different times, and drove the 24 hour drive back to Texas, always to get talked back into driving back. Alot of driving :)
I found out I was pregnant in October of 2006, on my second trip home after leaving him for cheating on me.
My mom had relapsed and fell off the wagon due to severe post pardom (after their 2nd child) and her doctor wouldn't give her anymore Xanax.
She turned back to alcohol. She was wasted when I told her I was pregnant. She dealt with it in a drunk way, to say the least, asking if she could read the directions of the pregnancy test to make sure I was right.
I went back to NC after that, just to get kicked out a month later, then asked to come back, a month after that. Crazy, I know. I stayed this time - and carried full term. Had Aiden June 2nd 2007 in the Naval Hospital.
He was a perfect baby boy and I fell in love, for real this time.
In October of that year, my then husband told me that he wanted to commit to being a satanist. I was raised baptist and am very much a Godly person. This was the straw that broke this Mama's back.
I left that October and never went back. He tried and tried but I had to think about my kiddo now!
He got out of the Corps in November of 08 and I've seen him once since then. He's hiding out - and hasnt helped me a bit since then.
I have no family in this town anymore and work full time. But supporting 2 people completely on one persons income isnt cutting it! I would greatly appreciate any help. I just need basic help. Utilities, Child care, groceries and gas.
I really appreciate you listening to my story!
If you have any questions for me the power-of-giving.com knows how to get a hold of me or feel free to leave a comment and this page and I'll get back to you.
