I grew up with a messed up childhood, I grew up fast, learned to support and take care of myself at a young age and basically do what I had to do. It took alot to fess up and have to move back home after torrie's father and I split. I was the main supporter of that household, but unfourtunately the home was in his name so we couldnt stay and I had to come back to my parents.
My issue is not with my mom, its with my dad. I will not go there but it is becoming increasingly harder to live in a house with this man, sometimes I dont want to even call him dad, lately his issues seem even worse then when I was young. That sucks. For a brief period in my life I was happy to have him be my dad, things were going well for my family, I finally felt safe and happy. Those things never last.
Torrie's dad is a replica of my father, I refuse to have Torrie;s life be my life story on repeat. Everyday I make choices to try and change how her childhood turns out. My choices are soley based on whats best for her at the moment, and if that means less time with dad, then thats what it means.
thats what i needed to get off my chest.
Today I am mailing my college application. I makes me worried. I have a stomach ache. Is this the best decsicion? I know it is, but I just am in a "comfort" zone that I am about to interrupt. ugh I just cant even speak on this right now I might puke!
Torrie is doing 1million times better since her surgery, her vocabulary is becoming endless!!! she is becoming a walking talking machine!
this weekend we went pumpkin picking. I have the pics on my real camera but their not downloaded yet.
here are some of her father and I decorating them!
guess what their supposed to be!
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