this thing. maybe i'll start dating my blog again, instead of treating it like a booty call.
in utah, i was born in the 1990's. raised with big bangs, a party-planning mom & a sweet dad.
six years later, my parents did it again & made my brother. we don't look anything alike but i love him just the same.
three years later, i was 9. my parents split.
mom didn't adjust well after the divorce. i remember a lot of alcohol, suicide attempts, & sadness.
she went to wisconsin to live with her mom. she wanted heal to become a better person and mother.
i was happy living with my dad & brother but dad started dating & that was weird.
when i was 11, dad got remarried in april. his wife & i don't get along.
on the other side of the country, mom was sober, rediscovered God, & she sounded happy.
in july of that year, she died in a car accident. she was suppose to come home in 2 weeks.
i was mad, then sad, then livid, then ungrateful, then i decided to go to church & i felt better. i felt happy.
high school was awkward but i had good friends.
my senior year, i had a pen pal named mckay. he was living in scotland at the time. his letters made me laugh & i loved him from the very start.
i married him in 2012.
we work, go to school, & kiss a lot.
life is pretty awesome.