Ladies and Gentlemen.. (or lady shall I say seeing as I have only 1 follower currently..)
MY MOMMY!

(And My Son.)
This woman has taught me everything about life. She is my best friend. My anchor. My rock. And sometimes the biggest pain in the ass I know.
I know I know She's my MOM we aren't supposed to get a long all the time. But Serious, Up until the time I found I was pregnant, we did. That was a year and a few good months ago. Now it's like a constant 'who can raise a child better' battle. Of course I'll never tell I think she's wrong. I still call her and ask for opinion things. Sometimes I do it just to do the opposite of what she says :P
Whoopps started talking about me..
My mom in great detail, is a woman who has been through Hell and back. (Sorry but I'm not getting THAT detailed here)
She was an adult at the age of 14. Took care of her family, the house, and lost a bit of her childhood. Oh but don't worry, at 17-18 she went through the reckless teen phase and Oh man this is where I pop in!
My mommy became a mommy Feb 6, 1989 when she was just 18.5 years old. Talk about having to grow up again real quick! She didn't have the help she deserved either. But she did have a good head on her shoulders and left that pompous ass and found herself back at home with her own (Wonderful) mommy.
I grew up with my mom and my grandparents. They were my world. They still are to this day.
My mom eventually got back on her feet and we had our place for a while. I don't remember much of it so again not quite as detailed as I planned..
When I was 7 she married my dad, no not my step-dad. I don't care if I'm not his flesh and blood, he is my dad and I am his daughter.
I don't *know* the details to back this up, but somehow my dad lost his childhood too.
I think he chose it. Idk.
Anyway... MY DADDY!

(And ME!)
Wow.. this could be a L-O-N-G post...
I'll try to keep it simple.
I still remember the first time I asked my daddy if I could call him 'daddy'
The look on his face and the excitement in the air thrilled my heart. I mean c'mon, every little girl needs a daddy! And I finally found mine. (Well my mom found him anyway lol)
We were pretty tight. We played softball together, did flips on the trampoline, went to the lake, fished, built half of a fort, (not sure why only half..) We were such a great pair.
Then I became a teenager.
Or a tween? I don't remember exactly how I was but boy did my dad and I have a falling out.
We fought all the time. Nothing was ever mutual between us anymore. And of course it was always my fault for having such a bad attitude.
Now that' I'm grown and have my kid I thought I could look back on these days and see his point but I still don't. How does MY attitude make you act like you hate all 3 of your kids? Hmm..?
Anyway..
Things were pretty bad. I know it hurt my mom and I also know she hid herself from our actions and pretended everything was okay, but it really wasn't. I didn't think it ever would be.
I hated him. And I made sure I said those three hurtful words loud and clear! He knew. I knew he knew.
I have never regretted being honest so much in my life. Yes, honest. Not thirteen year old smart ass I hate you's. I sincerely hated him. For a very long time.
But I do very much regret hurting him. He is my daddy. And as much I wanted to at the time, I can't help but hurt over hurting him.
Things got..better, I guess after I moved out. It was weird. I still thought I hated him but he seemed so different. His oldest little girl was gone. I get that now.
It took me getting married to really fall back in love with my dad. We have a wonderful long distance relationship now due to my husband being in the military. However, we have have hopeful plans of being home again soon and I cannot wait to start our little family where we belong. With our own families.
Babble babble babble... Not sure if this is what was expected from this topic but hey I did it anyway.
So I hope you enjoyed a look through my very shadowed child like eyes. :D