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It's a long and winding path to discovering who you really are. I've hit many bumps and potholes along my journey. Some choices I've made have been good, where others were complete and utter mistakes, of which I've learned a great deal. Let me share my story.

My parents were divorced before I was a year old, so I don't know what it is like to have both mom and dad living under the same roof. I can't miss what I never had, so I never dwelled upon it as a child. I didn't even envy the friends I had whose parents were still together. I just accepted it as the way my life was. I believe that is what has shaped how I handle life and the many turns and twists it has thrown at me over the years. I lived with my mom and her parents until about the age of five, when my mom finally got us into her own place. Unfortunately, my mom had an alcohol addiction and because of that, she let the wrong people into our lives. My grandparents picked me up one day after I had apparently talked to one of my mom's friends on the phone and told her I was hungry but no one would make me a peanut butter sandwich and asked her to call my grandma. The cops were involved, and the next thing I knew, I was living with my dad, his wife, and his parents. It was a hard adjustment for me. My two sets of grandparents had completely different lifestyles and my paternal grandmother considered me spoiled because my maternal grandparents had tried to make sure I never went without anything I needed or wanted. Maybe I was a bit spoiled, but at five years old, you don't understand what that means. My paternal grandparents were both of ill health, and my dad and step mother spent a good share of their time in bars (my step mother was a stripper) or sleeping. The house they owned was in poor condition, and it got worse in the years to come. Frequently the various animals they had would urinate on the floor and much of the floor was falling apart due to lack of care. Cleanliness was not a huge concern with my father's family. It was a drastic change from my maternal grandparents, who's house was and still is immaculate.

There was a brief period of my life where my mom just disappeared completely. I got a few phone calls and a letter from time to time, but for a couple of years I didn't even see her. She re-entered my life around my eighth birthday and I found out I had a half sister. She brought my baby sister to my birthday party, which was the first time I'd seen her since I was maybe six years

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