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Re: Rockstar Bio's: Who We Are and How We Got Here!
I've been sitting here reading everyone's bios; some of them took my breath away because of situations that life has thrown in front of them. But each of you has climbed over those hurdles, and each one has made you stronger. God bless each of you!
I guess I was very fortunate to have had a wonderful childhood. I was born the third of three daughters, and at the time, my Dad wanted a boy, so he was a little disappointed. You can believe my Mom got roses when my little brother was born 15 months later! Still, I became "Daddy's little girl" and was actually more like a little boy growing up than a little girl, and cherished the time that my Dad taught me how to spot wildlife that was blended into the trees, how to spot a rainbow trout hiding in the shadow of a big rock in the creek, how to peel pulp (stripping bark off a tree) for the loggers...I could go on and on.
I grew up in the Blue Hills in Wisconsin, and looking back, we didn't have much money. But my Mom and Dad spent so much time with us doing things, like fishing every weekend during the summer, an annual trip to Canada to my aunt and uncles resort, trips to the rodeo or the fair or the mardi gras...to this day, "time" is much more precious to me than money. I grew up playing outdoors with my pets or walking in the woods or waiting for the temperature to hit 65 degrees so we could go swimming in the big hole in the creek about 2 miles down the road...after we chased the cows out of the hole....ewwwww! I remember loving the spring when the snow was melting and I could build little boats and float them along the ditch by the road...I remember the snow being so deep we could jump from the hayloft in the barn. I know, my experiences are lots different from some of the bios I've been reading...and a world away from the ones who grew up in the city.
I was a cheerleader in junior high and high school, and a drum majorette for the band...always loved the boys but my cousin was always the pretty one that the boys gravitated first. I always thought I was the "fat" cousin...at 118 pounds! Anyway, cheeleader married football player...not because I was ready for marriage or because I was really in love, but everyone else was getting married! Bill enlisted in the Air Force during the Vietnam War when they were calling numbers and he was going to be drafted into the Army.
Moving out to California for our first duty station was a real shocker for this country girl, but it forced us to become a real couple and while we were out there had our two babies. We eventually moved to Omaha, Wichita, then had a tour in Germany for three years. Back to Omaha, where Bill decided to go to officers training school and become an officer. He was gone to training for about a year and during that time, I grew up and we grew apart and were never able to figure out how to put it back together again. We moved to Alaska with his job in the Air Force but divorced after 18 1/2 years of marriage. I stayed there for about 16 years, and that's where our kids met their spouses and had their babies.
Husband #2 (Rick) was someone I'd met at work, and after living together a couple of years, I realized his real nature (controlling and abusive)...but for those of you who have been in a relationship like that, it isn't easy to get out. I eventually relented and married him...worked the morning of our wedding day, crying all morning because I didn't want to get married...married him anyway. Things didn't get better as he promised...they got worse. After being thrown over the couch, being physically restrained, having a gun pointed at me, and watching myself grow from a fun loving woman to a scared and angry one, I resigned myself to figuring I would never have the courage to leave him.
However, after being married to him for about 5 years, I rushed back to Wisconsin because my father had a heart attack. He survived surgery and when we got him home from the hospital, I called to tell Rick that I was spending another week in Wisconsin with my Dad. He demanded I fly home immediately because HE needed me home. Something snapped inside me and I realized then that I had to get out of that relationship. The day before I returned to Alaska, I ran into an old high school sweetheart (Ron)...he's actually my first husband's first cousin (small town!). Ron took me out to lunch and I told him what was going on in my life. When I returned to Alaska, Ron kept in touch with me and was the one that was my "rock", giving me the courage to be able to get out of that abusive relationship. I even contacted the women's crisis center and they had me fill out these continuums that showed the progression of three types of abuse (physical, mental, and sexual). Each continuum showed progressive behavior of someone like him...all of the contiuums ended in suicide/homicide. As I filled out each of these three forms, I realized that Rick's behavior had escalated to the point that suicide/homicide was the very next "step" on all three. I knew I had to leave, and knew I didn't dare tell him or I was convinced he would kill me and then kill himself. To leave, I planned it all out, woke up one morning and told Rick that I had to head to work early...I went by my daughter's house and got my suitcase, got on a plane, and left Alaska and Rick. Sure enough, he attempted suicide a short time later and tried to use that as a means to pull me back home. It didn't work.
Everything happens for a reason, and God put Rick there to help me move to the next phase in my life. Jump to where I am now, I'm engaged to my old high school sweetheart...have been for 8 years so I've realized he has no intention of getting married. Used to bother me, doesn't anymore. I'm fortunate enough to have a terrific career where I travel full-time, mostly out to DC, and then I'm home (in Wisconsin) on the weekends. I love the travel, I love my job, and I love living in a little town in Wisconsin and being able to travel to the big cities during the week. I can be home on the weekends to spend time with my fiance and help my elderly parents.
My son and daughter still live in Alaska and its difficult being so far away from them and my six grandchildren. But with all the traveling that I do with my job, I'm able to build up mileage and get up there twice a year to spend time with them.
My weight...I thought I was "fat" in high school at 118 pounds. After getting married, I got "clear up to" 130 pounds, joined Weight Watchers and got down to 108. I went back and forth between those weights over the years, until I was married to Rick...the stress of being in a relationship like that made my weight soar to 170 pounds. I took the weight off when I moved back to Wisconsin, and then when my Dad had his second open heart surgery four years ago, he almost died. I spent six weeks in the hospital by his side, working off my laptop computer for my job. I "unlearned" all the good eating and exercising habits I'd built up. I gained one pound, one became two, two became five, five became ten...and I kept saying "at least I don't weigh as much as I did before". Then one day I stepped on the scale and I was back to 170, and then inched up to 175 before I said enough is enough. I went to a weight doctor who discounted my excuses, got me on a good program that I could maintain for the rest of my life because it's simply healthy eating, and watching portion control, and eating the "right" kind of calories. The weight has come off amazingly...and continues to come off.
I'm so blessed...I have both of my parents yet, even though their health isn't good. I have two wonderful kids and six beautiful grandkids. I have a terrific job that pays well and allows me to travel. I've found out that I don't have to be out of shape just because I'm 56 years old...I can be healthy and feel good about how I look.
And if someday my fiance decides he wants to marry me, my first husband will become my "cousin", which would make him "second cousin" to our kids, so my first husbands second wife would be my kid's second-cousin-by-marriage stepmother...or something like that. It gets too confusing, so maybe it is better if we don't get married!
Anyway, I hope my bio was light reading (most of it anyway)....and thanks for all of you sharing your bios.
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