My story part 2

 So my high school years flew by in a blurry whirl. Don't really remember much except the bad times. Prom for instance no guy would ask me to prom so my mother set me up with another cops kid to go with me. We were friends and that's it. We didn't even make it threw pictures before we were off to the hotel party. Needless to say I couldn't tell you what happened. I do know I got in so much trouble cause somebody under age went to prom and came to the party left for some reason and wrecked. I of course got in trouble and had to cover for my date. I didn't know if he was driving or not even to this day it's still blurry. So after graduation the fun began. I thought oh yeah my life is beginning now. Boy did I take a wrong turn some where. I ended up screwing up so bad. Starting dating a guy from OK. He convinced me he loved me and I was so desperate for love and acceptance that I believed everything he said. So for some messed up reason I agreed to go to Oklahoma with him. Okay so this is the first experience with really poor that I have ever been in. I am talking no running water at all. We had to haul water up this mountain every couple of days. His whole family were nuts and here I am. They were big drinkers. So he decided to go for a drive in my car and rammed it into a tree. Not once but alot of times. So not only did I move to the land of crazy people, now I was stuck no car, no money. Oh but we had plenty of drugs and booze. One night he got so drunk he sold me to a friend for a six pack of beer.( I thought I was worth at least a 12 pack lol) So I told his parents I wanted to leave. Lucky for me his brother had come down for a visit from Branson, and I caught a ride back with nothing. So moved back in with my parents with my tail between my legs. Cause of course when I left I knew everything. He was going to marry me and we would live happily ever after. So I lived for a while with my parents till they couldn't stand my partying and coming in at 5am. They said I was to stopped if I was to live under there roof. Well I had great big ideas to leave. So I started living in my car along with my prom date and some others. We thought it was awesome till we sobered up, then it wasn't so great but I wasn't going back to my parents. Nope I was to proud.(ha) So my BF got a call from my mother telling her what was going on and of course she came all the way from IL to rescue me. She took me back with her and started getting my head on straight. Her poor husband didn't know what he was getting into. LOL We had some good times. So I got my own apartment in this 1800's house that had been split up. Well let's just say that we had been going to the bars. Not sure what was going on but either it was haunted or some one was screwing with us. So I ended up packing my shit, saying good bye to my BF and tucking my tail. So someone had this wonderful idea to have me move to Springfield to stay with my mom's friend as a roommate. Stay tuned for Part 3

My Story part 1

Okay first and foremost I hate talking about this. My mom and dad said I should write a book. Ha.. I need to share this so here goes. Stay with me and don't judge me for what I have done. If you can't do this stop reading this now. So First you should know I had wonderful parents who tried. My mother was a police officer. When she wasn't at work she was helping my dad at his business. They were also firefighters. I was what they called a latch key kid. I grew up way to fast when I was 5 or 6 I could carry on a adult conversation and worked at my parents shop. Every morning my dad would take me to school but first we stopped and got donuts for my breakfast. Then off to school which being a poor over weight child was rough. I was lonely to the point that food became my friend. There started my addiction. So at a young age I learned I wasn't skinny and beautiful like all the other kids. I was never invited to birthday parties. I was always a outcast not only was I fat(strike 1) but i was in special education classes (strike 2) and we were poor(strike 3). Okay so my grandmother(god bless her) took me to a doctor while my parents were out of town. He diagnosed me with severe depression. So move on to age 12. I got my first job. I had money so here comes the sneaking of sweets. I would hide the wrappers and boxes of such under my bed. Mom and dad never checked my room. My addiction to food was growing to the point of my parents were locking up the good (sweets and fating foods). But I learned how to break in to the closet unfortunately that's also were the liquor was kept. My first drinking experience. I became a liar to everyone weather I needed to or not. By this time I felt like a outcast in my own family. I was always fighting with my parents. They didn't understand me at all. But I finally had two good friends.They both had problems at home. ( Sorry girls) I am not so sure they even then knew I had a problem. But I had a friend who was with me every weekend. (she still to this day is my best friend. You know who you r...) But then my life crumbled before me the start of my freshman year she was sent to IL to live with her sister. Oh hell I had to go into the lion's den by myself.. She was my safety net. She was my bubble that protected me from all the mean words and actions of the kids. I continued to take comfort in the wonderful feelings I had with sugar and fatty foods. It was my one true friend that never left me. That summer I got my first car and learned how to sneak out. I started to seek out friends in all the wrong circles. They were outcasts to. They drank,smoked cigarettes and weed. If I wanted to fit in with them then I also had to do this. I found out that I could hide it real well from everyone including myself. (Boy did I have a problem.) It didn't help that I never got busted,( when I did get stopped they let me go because of my mom) that made me cool with my so called friends. I went to school still buzzed from the night before and on the way to school I would do some more. I was numb and that's the feeling I always wanted and needed. I HATE the words YOU WOULD BE SO PRETTY IF YOU WOULD JUST LOSE SOME WEIGHT. I heard it from my family and my teachers. They all thought it would help me. My weight wasn't my only issue that I had... stay tuned for part 2