As a child I had a fairly easy life. Grew up in a home with a few brothers and sisters, played sports, became a cheerleader in junior high school, had my first crush. Typical young lady except that when I turned 14 my childhood ended and I was expected to grow up and be an adult. It all started when we moved to Texas from our home in Oklahoma. Everything was taken away from me, my friends, sports, my cheerleading… I thought my life was over. I fell into a deep depression, my parents took me to see the shrinks, I was placed in homeschool and the only outlet I had from my life at home was my life at church. I hated everyone and everything but went because I was around people I didnt know and they didnt know me. Of course at the young age of 16 all I wanted to do was blame others for my troubles and hate God for ripping me away from everything I knew and loved. I graduated high school in 1999 and went to Job Corps from there. Everything seemed fine at first, life was as normal as could be expected. 4 weeks after getting there the girls in the dorm started making fun of me, they teased me about everything. I became anti social and had only a couple of friends to talk to. After a year there I decided enough was enough, I wasnt going to let people push me around, I wasnt ugly or stupid or a reject, I was a very pretty young woman who deserved love. The very day afterward I met my future husband. We immediately clicked, the only difference between us was that I was a Christian and he was a Wiccan, we looked past all that and both graduated the same month, when I met his family they seemed nice but I was cautious, something didnt seem right. I let it go and after a year of dating we got married, I found out 3 weeks later I was pregnant with our daughter. Skipping on though, I had my daughter and everything was fine until his attitude completely changed, why? Because his mother told him I was cheating on him and his daughter wasnt his. Instead of asking me for the truth he started an every day process of beating me, calling me names and telling me I was a worthless piece of trash. Skip forward again and I left him. I moed home where my family helped me get back on my feet. I got a job, was able to afford a one bedroom apartment and soon after a car, I overcame my fear of being abused and got the courage to leave that situation. My mountain in the way was my ex husband. I trusted in my God and when He said it was time to go I never questioned Him, I packed up and left. He helped me move that mountain out of my way and on to bigger and better things. I havnt looked back yet.
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