The day I ended up on my parents door step with three kids and the clothes on our back, strung out on meth running from a life I thought I wanted. Let's just say that it is a wicked lie that you have to be "perfect" in order to be a follower of Jesus. I met Him four months later. I walked through the doors of my church high. He did not close the door on me. And it wasn't until months later I got on my knees asking Him to deliver me from my addiction because I knew I wouldn't be able to do on my own power. I have been drug free almost 7 years now. Thank You my Savior. 🤗
a while back in 2003 I had a bad anxiety attack . It scared me. I don't know if that's a bad situation but at the time it was for me. I know it sounds dumb . I'm sorry.
The day in summer 1976 when my drunkard old man (finally) deserted us, blurting out as he stomped away, “You and the damn kids are too ugly to look at!”. (Slams door)
My brainless, toxic, shrew of a mother yelled back, “so you’re leaving them with me?” Then she went out drinking. My sisters and I were stuck living in a crappy apartment with her, full ashtrays, empty fridge, facing eviction.
Never saw a nickel of child support. No birthday cards, nothing. I have never forgiven either of them.
32 years later —almost to the day— I retired a multimillionaire, and had permanent exclusion/non-contact orders issued against both of them. May they die slow, and alone.