My life has gone on since straight. I have traveled, gone back to school, hated some and loved many. After I left straight I clowned around in Boston getting more high and more drunk than before. I allowed myself to be influenced by even more chaos than before straight because ultimately I learned that I made the decisions pertaining to my life. Unfortunately, I cared not that much about my life. However, the roots of that pathology can be traced further back than straight.
What I lost in straight was my high school education, "normal" teenage experiences and the ability to take responsibility for myself by myself. As if without intervention that could have ever taken place.
I am now 32. I have a awesome little boy who is now 9 years old. I also have a 9 year old little girl who is my foster daughter. Her mother didn't want her and would not take care of her. She had less opportunity available for her at her birth than I did in the two years I rebelled at straight. Again, choices... Usually we have some, but sometimes we do not.
I sit here at 7 months pregnant thinking about how just 2 months ago I finally had everything I ever wanted. Good job, good children, a new life on its a way for my fiancee and myself. I was so in love. On October 16th, my fiancee was killed in a car accident as he drove home after work.
That is my reality, and as you get older you find that the things that once you bitched about have really lost their relevance.
Life goes on for some and for others it does not. Everything in between is truely a mystery.
Leigh
Faith, as well intentioned as it may be, must be built on facts, not fiction- faith in fiction is a damnable false hope.
--Thomas Edison, American inventor