Long Story Short : Part III

Well, my Mom fell head-over-heals for the guy. She would have married that boy. Up until; recently, she was sure he was the ONE. Well, after a couple years, the relationship ended. My Mom was heartbroken. She soon began down a fairly rough path. She drank and partied. She also went to med school, it was her dream to be a doctor. She started to fall apart. It was then that my Father came into the picture. He was a tall, dark, handsome, charming, curly-haired, olive-skinned, Italian man. She fell in love again. He wasn't like her first love, but he loved her and treated her like a princess. Well, eventually she got married and then pregnant. That's where I come in. I was born. My mom says all the time that if I hadn't come along ahe would probably be dead. My dad, although charming, is and alcoholic, a drug user, and has a nasty temper. Well, he and my mom had some arguments, he tried to choke her, she was saved by a gay man at a Taco Bell, and they were divorced. He left and she took a two-year-old to class. Mom continued going to school. She eventually graduated and was a nurse. She met a man at a conference when I was about four, they got involved, my brother came along nine months after he left. My mother had gained an unsurpassed ability to settle fort a man. She can find the good in anyone. Well, four years later, I was eight, Josh was four, and Mom was in love again. This time he was a nice man, but not a smart or honest man. They got married, she got pregnant, he freaked out, she had a baby, and he left. Now, for those of you keeping score; that's three kids, ages 8, 4, and newborn, that's two marriages, two divorces, and several boyfriends. My Mother is the most forgiving and trusting person I know. When other people have given up, she presses on. Well...In the course of all this, we had moved from Bloomington, IN, to Indianapolis, IN, and we were now in Logansport, IN.


We were happy in Logansport. My brothers and I went to a good school. Mom had a good job. We lived in a great old farm house, next to a huge park. We had a couple dogs, some cats, and some birds (for awhile, until the cats met them...) Things were good. I was about twelve. * Side Note : at birth Jake was pretty healthy--Jake is the youngest-- but, as he got older, he kept having seizures, the doctors couldn't figure it out. He would fall down, stop breathing, and turn blue...Not fun. Well, we eventually found out that there was a hole in the bone in his forehead and part of his brain was actually in his nose. He had to have brain surgery. He survived, and is only very mildly disabled--he's just a little slow.

Ok, so to continue. Mom started feeling restless. Shesent her resume out to several places. One of the only ones she heard back from was the Indian health Services in Arizona. That's good for now...I'll continue later.