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An Epiphany from the Eyes of a Gypsy

I recently watched the movie "The Perfect Man" with Hillary Duff. This is a movie about a teen-aged girl who moves around all the time because her mother runs from her trials. The girl blogs about her life; she shares her woes and her enlightenments. She ends up creating this perfect man for her mother, and weaves a tangled web of lies, just to cheer her mom up and hopefully end up staying in one place. Of course, this backfires on her, and she ends up having to tell her mom the truth. Her life gets a little too personal, so she talks her mom into moving again; only this time for her. Her mother ends up taking her place chatting on-line, and realizes what a horrible example she's set for her daughter. Mom then decides to stick it out for a change and help her daughter face her own demons.

This movie really hit home with me. If my mom and I got together to write a movie about our lives, we could have easily written this movie. The only difference is, these people figured it out before the daughter grew up, my mom and I are just now figuring it out. I left home two days after my eighteenth birthday. Why? Because life got tough, I wanted to find the real me, I didn't want to face the "me" I was becoming, and I knew I was possibly pregnant and couldn't face my family and friends with the news. So, I ran away with a carnival. I came home 1 month before the baby was due, then left again 2 months after she was born. When my second child was born, I realized I couldn't keep running. So we moved to my sister's house in Minneapolis. It took a few months to get our own place, and get on our feet, but we did. When the bills got to hard to manage, we moved out of town, to a cheaper apartment.

My gypsy instincts kicked in again. We lived there for one year. In that years time we added another child to our dysfunctional family, my husband cheated on me, and we fell behind in bills again. We decided it would be best to move back to Michigan. So in the blink of an eye, I was traveling alone with my three, very young, children. My husband and I were trying to reconcile, but he thought it would be best to stay in Minnesota until he could get his job transferred. Well, three months later I realized that wasn't going to happen. He rarely called, and when he did we fought. He only sent money when I demanded it, and even then it wasn't even enough to pay the rent. And there was still no word on a transfer. I told him I couldn't do it anymore. He

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