My mom was my best friend and since she had me at the age of 23, we grew up together in a sort of way. She passed on a lot of life lessons including how to be a strong, independent woman, but she also passed along her horrible taste in men! I’m sharing some of my life story in Part 1 of 2 Parts about my school-age years, how my dad came back into my life and how the immense joy I had on my 16th birthday was crushed in the blink of an eye by my own father.
No matter what your past was like, you’re in charge of your future!
What we’re talking about
- Being Raised By A Single Mom
- Men Problems
- My First Car
My Mom Was My Best Friend
I was raised by my mom and at times it seemed I had to take more care of her than she did of me. With memories of making us breakfast and my own lunch by age 5 and being cautious about making too much noise due to her migraines, I was a latch-key kid by every definition. I had to grow up fast, but my mom grew up alongside me which made us best friends.
Searching For Her Soulmate
As a single mom, she was on the search for her soulmate but continued to not make the best choices when it came to her partners. From the lobbyist in Sacramento to the therapist turned fiance to the rugby player…we had our fair share of men who didn’t deserve to be in our lives.
Killing My Joy
I was so excited to get my first car which I was paying for myself. My dad, the passionate car guy, took my list of must-haves…and my money. He then handed over the keys to my step monster’s old Rabbit which was already broken down and said it was all mine since he had me sign a contract for it. Never before has someone been able to kill my joy so quickly.
I’ll be sharing more of my story with you and would love to hear yours!