He turned me into a MONSTER!

· When I entered this world, GOD had a plan. He gave me two parents who so desperately wanted to love me and yet through their own personal dysfunction and pain, both lacked the basic fundamentals every child requires to essentially feel loved, nurtured, adored, safe, etc; Though I have always known how much they both desperately wanted to express their love, by God’s grace when the words were never spoke, I knew it was there. · My father who was extremely attractive and known as a ladies man, never lacked in the area of women. Though I truly believe he was infatuated and completely in-love with my drop dead gorgeous mother, he never found it within himself to show her through his words, nor by his actions. · At the age of 5 after my mother became so mentally drained, she made the decision to leave my father. Packing up what few belongings we had, she purchased three one-way tickets, loaded me, my older sister and herself on the first Grey Hound bus and never looked back. My mother was a Godly woman (another poor mixture in why her and my father never saw eye to eye), and though she may have lacked in many areas, she always instilled the power of prayer and having GOD in my life. To this day, I admire her for this. · After arriving we spent many months living with my grandparents before my mother met yet another handsome man which we eventually moved in with. During these next few months he too caused her so much grief and pain which essentially served as the icing on the cake in why she later cracked! Unaware of what was happening my mother left me with a babysitter and never came back. Not until years later would I discover that she had mentally had a nervous breakdown and admitted herself into a hospital for Psychiatric care and evaluation. · Over the next few months while my mother went through therapy, I stayed with my Aunt who lived several hours away. During this time all family members hid the truth about my mothers whereabouts and made the decision that I would not be allowed to speak to my father in fear that I may slip up and alert him of what was happening. I can only assume they were hoping that my mother would recover and later return after putting her life back to together however, after a friend of the family informed my father of what had occurred, he showed the following day unannounced and stole me from school. I mean literally loaded me up in his car, without warning, without and form of notification to the school authorities and left the state. One may note he was arrested the following day and later released on bail. After filing for divorce, when my mother didn’t appear in court, he was granted full custody over me. · During these next several years, my father who was a military drill sergeant lived on a very small income. He struggled in all areas of supporting us financially but always made the best with what we had. We lived in a two-bedroom shack, lived off the meat he would hunt and pondered through rations (for those who wonder what this is, its boxed food provided by the government), as a means to feed ourselves. Given the fact child-care was so expensive and we barely made ends meet, I would often sleep in the back seat of his 1974 El Camino during the morning hours prior to him dropping me off for school. · Somewhere between the age of 5 and 12, I had three stepmothers. Not until my father met his last wife, did he finally settle down. · Around the age of 12, my father was discharged from the military due to physically disabilities and planted our family in a small rural community on the edge of town. To this day I consider this my home base. · At the age of 14, I got my first job. As a matter of fact, had the laws permitted me, I would have started way before that. Hired by a highly recognized restaurant chain, I would later become the youngest nighttime supervisor notated on record, while managing women who were 3 times my age. My tenure with this company began when I was 14 and I remained as a valuable employee until I left to pursue a better opportunity at the age of 18. I have worked every day of sense then. · Somewhere between the age of 15 and 16, my father and stepmother became financially strapped. During this time, we lost our home in foreclosure. During the initial years when I first started working, I saved every dime I made with the goal of buying my very first car. When it was discovered that my parent’s debt required my assistance, I willingly handed over all my entire savings. Over the next few years, practically every dime I made went towards assisting my family with the monthly household expenses, and not until I was 20 years old did I finally purchase my very first car. · In 1993 I sang at the Grand Ole Opry and had I simply had the guidance, support and motivation, I could have easily been the next Carrie Underwood. · After finishing my education, I landed a job with a wireless telecommunications company, which after 14 years I remain employed. · On August 16, 2000, I watched my father die a very slow and painful death after being bit by a Rattle Snake. It was until this moment in my life, did I realize what PAIN truly felt like. I had walked through the fire and lived however, this loss was far beyond anything I had ever embraced. · As time passed, I became extremely passionate about my visions and my dreams. If there was anything I knew about myself, anything deeply ingrained, I would never go back to the days of being poor and guess what, I haven’t! As a matter of fact, I have more at 35 than most people have when entering retirement. To show you just how good GOD can be when one makes sacrifices, I am now driving my 3rd soon to be 4th BMW. I’ve flipped real estate; own an investment property in another city, with plans to purchase my next on the coast. I have a beautiful daughter who I adore immensely and a passion for life like no one could imagine! Sometimes not even myself…