Updated: Sep 17, 2020
I remember the day I was faced with the challenge of what to do.I'll get to that later because in order for you to understand that day.... you have to understand my mindset. I was raised in a conservative family both parents in the household. I had moved to Atlanta, GA and felt finally I could do whatever I wanted to do. I had never been allowed to hang out, get wild, party ..... none of that. I was 25 years old when I arrived in December of 2000. I couldn't anticipate how my life would change in a year. The truth is when you are born in a family such as mine, although I was 25... I was really 16. I didn't have normal teenage experiences. I mean as a point of example.... my Mom literally stitched my Prom Dress closed at the zipper Prom Night. Truthfully, I never really thought about the fact that the dress could still be lifted up.
All I ever wanted was to know what I was missing. I had been 21 with an 11 o'clock curfew. Yes you heard me correctly. It was inevitable that if your parents hold on that tightly.... the seed can never really grow.
Like I said, I wasn't from a single parent household, quite the opposite, However I did not develop as normal girls do. I was insecure, awkward looking, and unsure of how to interact with guys. This was easy prey for advanced guys. That first year in Atlanta..... I met quite a few.There was only one however that completely caught my attention.
The one that got my attention the most was my oldest daughters father. I still remember the corny memories that guided me to the decision to draw closer. He was captivating, seemed so sure and confident. He made me feel so beautiful.... and that was all it took to lead me to what we both see as sour and sweet memories..... All of which lead to the birth of our daughter. I'm still mixed with emotions still today. It's amazing how some who traveled on their journey are quick to tell you after the birth... they immediately recognized the blessing. I just remember the many years of challenges,stress, loneliness, anguish, and loss of control. Clearly you should recognize that there is so much more to my story....