My life growing up.... the history of my life.

I've cried so much lately because my heart is hurting. And no I do 

not want a pity party.  Have you ever just thought that sometimes 

your life has been nothing but let downs?  Don't get me wrong.  I 

love my family....I love my friends.....but right now I look at my 

life and wonder why have I had the life I've had.  I thank God for 

what all he has given me. But for what all I've gone thru in my 

life I'm shocked I'm even still alive.  Just like my friend Kim 

Henry Faulkner says....Carol you could write a book on all the 

things that have happened in your life.Well, instead of a book, I'll 

just blog about it.

Introducing myself is pretty hard. I'm Carol Lynn, I was born in 1962 in Russell, Ky. I was the last child born to John and  Mary. I have two brothers,  one is deceased  and a sister which  are both older than me.  I went to Russell Central Elementary, in Russell, rode a bus to  and from school. I absolutely loved that school. Mr. Nelson

Allan was the principal. I loved him!!  My family was poor, thanks  to my dad and his gambling. He would drink and gamble all the  money he made while working for Armco in Russell, Ky.  I lived  in a roach infested, run down house.  My Mom was a stay at home  mom, which I truely loved, but was abused by the dad when he was drunk.  I remember one time, my dad beating my mom up and  watching her get push down the hill we lived on. Another time  my mom was beat up, she loaded up all 4 of her kids and we  walked, in the middle of the night, to the police station which I  know it had to have been 3 or more miles away from our house.  This was my first and only time I've ever rode in a police car to  my house. You should know that at this time, I was only a little  girl, younger than 11. The police arrested him, and then again,  when my Dad was released from jail my Mom was beat up again for doing that to him.  My poor mom wasn't from Ky, she was  from Massachusetts, where my mom and dad met for the first  time so she hardly knew anyone here in Russell.  In 1974 my  alcoholic, abusive dad passed  away from  a heart attack.  I know  people may get mad at what I am about to say, but my dad dying  was probably the best thing that could have happened to my  family.