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. |
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