Blog Everyday In May - The Story Of Your Life.


I am so excited about this challenge for the month. Like I said yesterday, it feels so good to be excited at the thought of blogging. It becomes so easy to get stuck in a routine in life and the same can be said for Blogging. You have your weekly link-ups, your photos that you post and it becomes so routine that you don't even really think about it anymore. I'm eager to be pushed out of my comfort zone when it comes to writing. 

The first topic we were given was "The Story Of Your Life"... In 250 words. (Mine turned out to be a lot longer than 250 words! Sorry!) Now I could write forever about this subject. I'm only 27 but a lot has happened in those years but I'm going to try and keep this light hearted and not too long because chances are I'll either confuse you or bore you.. Trust me, my intentions are to do neither. 

So.. The basics.. I was born on Friday, August 16th 1985 at a hospital in Devon (South West of England!) Apparently when I was born the nurses were sure that my Mum had given me highlights as my hair was brown with blonde streaks. 

My Mum, Dad and I lived in a seaside town called Dawlish until I was about 18 months old, then we moved to Somerset (Every time I've moved in my life I've gone further up England!) Just before my first birthday my Mum fell pregnant with my Sister and by the time she was born my Mum & Dad had separated  He didn't have a relationship with Aimee (my Sister) but continued to see me until I was around 4 years old. He then decided not to see me anymore and that was the last I saw of him until I contacted him when I was fifteen years old. Even now we don't have a fantastic relationship. He pops up occasionally and plays the doting Dad and then when the novelty of having a daughter wears off he disappears again. I've recently come to the decision that he has walked in and out of my life for years but I won't allow him to do that to James. I'm now old enough to understand but my son isn't so based on that I've decided not to have any contact with him. 


{My Auntie & Uncles wedding - 1990}


My Mum gave birth to my baby sister four days after my eighth birthday. She delivered her at home and I still remember it like it was yesterday. Aimee and I were sat down stairs watching Lady & The Tramp. We lived in a tiny street and we were in the middle of a heatwave so all the windows were wide open and all the women that lived on the street were outside waiting to hear the cries of a newborn. Throughout her pregnancy my Mum was convinced that she was having a boy and when Chloe made her appearance apparently the first thing my Mum said was.. "Put her back, I want a boy!" I'm pretty sure that was just the gas and air talking because Mum now says that she is so glad that she has three daughters. Especially since she mostly raised us on her own. 

Life was pretty simple. There was one big stumbling block but this is not the place to discuss it. I will say though that as difficult as it was for me and even though it gave me so many years of heartache and misery, it helped make me the woman and mother that I am today and for that I am grateful. 
I was a pretty boring teenager. I didn't go out. I was more than happy to sit at home reading. When I stepped out of line Mum would send me to my room until she discovered that with all my books up there it wasn't really a punishment.. It was then she decided that taking my books away when I needed disciplining was far more effective! 

I don't think I've ever mentioned this here. It's not something I really shout about but when I was eighteen I got married.. I was lonely and desperate for someone to love me and at eighteen you think you know everything. My Mum begged me not to do it but I was sure that I knew better... I didn't. The marriage didn't last long due to violence but again, it's one of those things that has helped make me who I am today. 

Not long after my first marriage ended I met Anthony. He was twenty two at the time and I thought he was so grown up. He was in the Army and had traveled the world. On our first meeting he didn't make a great impression on me but our second meeting was completely different. We ended up spending the whole of his leave together and I knew by the Sunday night when he went back to Camp that this was the real deal. Everyone tried to tell me not to get my hopes up. They all said that he would go back to camp and I would never hear from him again. Ha! Ten years later and we're married with James and our daughter on the way!
 
{Engagement photo - 2006}

Honestly the best part of my life has been the last ten years. Poor Anthony has, without even knowing it, healed a lot of the wounds from my past and I am honestly a better person for being his wife. We've done so much together and done a lot of growing up. We've taken trips, we've gotten drunk (a lot in our early years!) we've lived in London, we've been through deployments, five of them! We've had our son and became parents together, we've been through illnesses together and surgeries, we've laughed until our stomach hurt and spent hours talking on the phone (thank you to the army for that). Don't get me wrong, we've had our stresses & strains (hello, first year of parenting!) but if the good part sticks out more than the bad then you know you're doing something right. 




I'm looking forward to seeing what the next ten years brings in "The Story Of My Life.." Hopefully more laughing, sticky finger prints, Mummy snuggles and a few date nights thrown in wouldn't go amiss :) 


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