My kids probably saved my life. I was out of control, met a chick, told her to get in my mailtruck (kinda like poetic justice but with drugs and booze), then I got a place, put her in it and she got preggo. I 60% straightened up and the next one came. Every time one would pop out she was off and I was getting my stuff tighter. After years of tragedy and treatment(hers) we got married after much counseling, one great month of probably what one would consider a normal life, we had friends over, she snuck a six pack in, she couldn't do it(normal life). She came back 3 days later with hickeys and new duds drunk and high dancing like a stripper, kids were 2 and 3 at this point. I filed for divorce the next day.
My daughters are 14 and 15 now, I've raised them entirely alone, no support since then.
I've got a million stories, but they're just ours mainly. Every day we do and say crazy stuff.
I'm a pretty....
dynamic, person, so that's rubbed off on them, even the conservative one and we are laughing wrestling and all over the house for awhile.
There's been nightmarish hell too, I wasn't built to be everything they need, so I'm trying everything to hold on.
One is doing better than the other, but one is too much like me.
I took her to horse therapy today, we start weekly every Thursday now. Between that, counseling, sports, everything I do etc. hopefully these things get better.
Without them I'd probably have ended up like all my buddies, dead or in prison or both.
I'm not sure anything else could've stopped me.
These days I'm coming to terms that I've been in my own way, and can now give them nearly 100% until they graduate, then gradually begin my bucket list, maybe meet someone.
They are both beautiful and gifted. Today I got the "a guy asked me to homecoming, can I go?" from BOTH of them.
Friends, it's gonna be a loooooooong 4 years!
And who am I kidding, it's gonna be a long forever