1:45am already?? Well friends, get used to it. I am such a night owl it's not even funny. You'd think with a 2 year old and a 2 month old I'd cherish my sleep... but oh no not me. now let's get on with introductions.. and possibly my autobiography ;)
The name is Miaa. We'll just leave it at that.. I don't want any visits from random strangers at my front door. haha. I am 20, looking forward to making it to 21 in January of 2012 if my kids allow me to keep my sanity until then.I have a husband who is in the army named Brett, a son who is 2 named Gage, and a daughter who is 2 months named Ainsley. I am a nursing student. Thats about all the info youll need to know about me for now. ;) Let's get on to the life story. Thats where it gets VERY interesting.
Let me open by saying I was not the girl who was a drop out or made bad grades.. I did not let my unfortunate circumstances EVER bring me down.. I always grabbed my life by the horns and overcame. Regardless of all the bad I was experiencing I held a 4.0 GPA throughout my school career, I was a cheerleader, I was homecoming queen(you know the girl everyone LOVED to hate on), and on student council, I took ever door that God cracked open for and busted it down to try and better myself. I was told once that the closer you relationship with God gets te more the devil will try you.. well I must certainly have been on good terms with god since the day I was born because god knows I've been tried a lot in the short time I've been alive.. and with that we will get started, whew Where to start... hmm. The beginning obviously. The VERYY beginning. I was born and raised in North Carolina. That's right folks.. a good ole southern girl right here!My mom was 19 when she had me and my "sperm donor" was a cheating bastard. :) I have never met him to this day and have no intentions on doing so. My mom worked 3 jobs to support me so I spent most of the 1st three years of my life with her mom and dad who molested me all three of those years until finally I told my mom what was going on. She immediately packed her things and got us out of that house. You see my mothers family has a looooong history of molestation and MAJOR issues in it. Lordy. We'll save THOSE stories for a later date. anywho, she moved in with her older (10 years to be exact) sister and her husband where we lived until she met my daddy(he adopted me at the age of 3) and they got married and we moved to Hawaii. Nothing to significant happened there for the next 3 years of my life.. except for a few sunburns and a lot of swimming.. At the age of six my daddy got out of the army and we moved back to North Carolina.. and things were pretty dull in my life until JUNIOR HIGH happened.. I was always on the prettier side which automatically makes you hated by ALL the girls at school and in turn made me be friend boys being that they were sooo much easier to get along with. Well in case you didnt know in junior high that makes you a SLUT to everyone in school whether you are a virgin or not. Lucky for me that FABULOUS reputation stuck with me until high school. Where at the ripe old age of 15 I was raped by a family friend. I confided this fact to the one girlfriend I trusted and word traveled fast, like an awful game of telephone, in my small town and it got back to my parents that I was "sleeping with an older man" and they immediately sent me to live with my daddys parents alone (whom I had only met briefly 2 times prior) to attend a Catholic Private School in Maryland as my punishment for this crime I most certainly didnt commit. Needless to say I was distraught and my reputation followed me to my new school and home thanks to my "fantastic" grandparents. They took my cellphone and means of contact with the outside world, made my parents view me as a horrible liar (by tellings lies about thingsI had done to my parents), treated me as an outsider, and belittled me until finally just after New Years 2006 I tried to kill myself by overdosing on pills... my rational for this was death HAD to be better than having NO ONE. And as I slipped off to sleep my last thoughts were maybe i should go lay in the woods in the snow.. that way if the pills dont kill me the cold will and they wont find me until its too late.. when I woke up I was in a rehab for troubled teens. There I went through two weeks of counseling with my parents and voicing everything that had happened and (thinking that I was) working things out with my parents. When I got out my parents FINALLY realized that my dads family were HORRIBLE liars and we moved back to NC. Much to my surprise at my new school I quickly got the reputation of a slut once again without even having a boyfriend. At this point I was fed up with peoples opinions of me and my slutty reputation when I had only ever been raped so I said f%*k it, if you can beat the gossip, live it out and began my sex spree.. from the age of 16 to the age of 18 I had sex with over 30 people(very hard to admit for me because looking back I was very ashamed but you have to understand that after being raped sex no longer has meaning for you. And I figure if my husband knows this about me and still loves and accepts me for me then I dont really care if everyone else does or not. I am currently in a monogamous happy relationship and VERY much looking forward to having sex with ONLY my husband for the rest of my life) and eventually ended up getting pregnant at the age of 18 just before my early grade date by my boyfriend at the time who I thought would love me forever.. typical right? Of course history repeated itself and he showed his true colors as a cheating bastard and jsut as quickly as a I became a pregnant teen I also became a single pregnant teen. His family and himself tried to force me to have an abortion but being the headstrong woman I am told them to go f*%k off and having the support of my mom and dad decided to keep the baby. On June 9, 2009 my handsome son was born.. but not without putting up a fight. Great pregnancy, hell of a delivery. My water broke on the 9th and as soon as I got to labor and delivery they diagnosed me with Helps syndrome and rushed me in for an emergency csection. When my son was 2 months old I got engaged to a guy I had been seeing on and off during my pregnancy.. let's call him.. Bates. Bates and I got engaged right before he deployed to afghanistan which caused quite a bit of turmoil in my life being that my parents DESPISED him and I was living in their house until he came back from deployment. After being engaged to him for 4 months the PTSD kicked in and he began saying things like "im going to kill you" and "you need to see other people" so finally I took his advice and met Brett.. on facebook of course.. (it is after all the new eharmony.. haven't you heard?) we almost immediately hit it off. :) Bates quickly found out after stalking my phonebills and what was left of the relationship QUICKLY came to a DEAD end. My parents were.. less than thrilled to say the least, at the idea of Brett. They are very old fashioned and felt like Brett had done wrong by coming into my relationship when he did.. so needless to say they despised but still I dated him. Things only got worse when to my daddys dismay I began staying (or in my daddys words "shacking up") with brett after only one month of dating.. by two months we were pregnant.. yes i said it.. I was 19, pregnant AGAIN and still not married.. call me STUPID. I was also TERRIFIED to tell Brett for fear that he would leave me just like my sons sperm donor had. But Brett found out and was ecstatic until I miscarried at 5 weeks pregnant. We were so upset at that point that we knew were meant to be together and immediately got engaged.. yes engaged after only 3 months of dating. needless to say my parents were less than thrilled with my being engaged again in less than 4 months after my first engagement ended but still they went along with it. for a month we planned a wedding (keep in mind I have still not met Brett's family and we are also still trying to have a baby) I met bretts family the thursday prior to our wedding and finally Sunday June 6th arrived and it was our wedding day. :) The wedding was quick.. a shotgun wedding... but still beautiful.. and we were married. After being together and knowing each other only 5 months. All the while we were trying to have a baby. Finally in August (2 months after being married) we got pregnant. WITH TWINS! Imagine my shock when the doctor told me it was twins. we were soo excited and anxious about the journey we were about to embark on. At 10 weeks pregnant I began to bleed and the doctor told me that there was now only one viable fetus. I had lost one of the twins.. but still we were happy, we knew we were blessed to have even concieved at all. brett of course wanted another boy and I wanted a girl.. typical right? At 20 weeks we found out we were being blessed with a beautiful baby girl that we decided to name Ainsley Grace. The pregnancy continued on to 38 weeks with A LOT of sickness and VERY high blood pressure along the way. At 5am on May 5,2011 my water broke and after 18 hours of labor and 10 minutes of pushing my BEAUTIFUL Ainsley grace was here... weighing 8lbs with beautiful auburn hair and BIG blue eyes. She has grown quick and gotten to be sooo big these past two months... which brings us to today at 2:37am on July 9, 2011 with my beautiful CHRISTIAN family whom I love with all my heart and would not trade for the world.. trying to further my faith in god on a daily basis and raising these two beautiful blessings that God has allowed me to call my kids. Now happily married for a year and 1 month to my soulmate. Phew. Now wasnt THAT a longgg CRAZY story?? If THAT kept you interested.. follow mee. You definitely in for A LOT more CRAZY days :) Talk to you soon <3
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More please..hooked on Mia..
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you! More to come! Promise
ReplyDeleteMy biological father was accused of molesting me when I was 2. He committed suicide when I was almost 3. My dad now adopted me. I went my whole life not ever seeing my real dads family until recently at almost 25, my aunt comes along to tell me my father never did that to me and that maybe it was my moms dad who did. Awesome. Thanks. I could've went without having to wonder about that.
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