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You’ve heard of Murphy’s Law, right? The saying that goes “if anything can go wrong, it will.” I’m convinced that I’m a direct descendant of Murphy. Honestly. My entire life has been filled with abnormal happenings of a human being.
Now, here’s the thing. I was raised in a middle class family. I had everything that I ever needed and more with out being spoiled. I got a good education, am a college graduate, and I own a business. One would think that I have my shit together. For the most part, I do. But I can’t make it through one day without something going wrong. Seriously. People think I’m joking; making all this stuff up. To be honest, if someone else were telling me this, I, too, would think that there’s no way that all of this stuff could happen to one person.
But it happens to me.
I am a very intelligent woman. A little background. Again, I was raised in a two-parent, middle class family. We weren’t poor. (Actually, we had more money than I thought we did, my father is a descendant of Ebenezer Scrooge.) My brother and I were well cared for and had everything we needed. My mother stayed at home with us until we were old enough to stay home alone. We went to good schools. My parents made sure that vacations were filled with trips to places other kids only dreamed of going such as the Grand Canyon, Colorado, and skiing in Vermont. We were fortunate kids to have the parents and life that we did.
I was an honor student, got scholarships to several colleges, and while I decided that college wasn’t for me right after high school, eventually I went back. I went to school full time while working full time and graduated with honors. I got a four-year degree in two and a half years.
I had the courage and confidence to pick up two kids and move across the state, away from my support system because there was a great job opportunity. I bought my own home. Currently, I run my own business. Again, one would think that I have my act together.
I guess, in a sense, I do. The bills are paid. We live well. We aren’t wanting for anything. But then these things start happening. People love to hear things that have happened to me. In hindsight, they are always funny but when they are happening, well….let’s just say that I have to wait 24 hours normally to see the humor.
With all that being said, at two o’clock in the morning, I bolted out of bed and decided that someone else may want to hear my stories. In all actuality, I’m hoping that someone else will read these and relate and know that they are not alone. My other hope is that it will bring joy to those who don’t deal with these issues on a daily basis. (Somewhat like how I like to watch Jerry Springer when I’m having a really bad day to confirm that my life is pretty good. After all, I could be appearing for the ninth time trying to find my baby’s daddy.)
Most names have been changed to protect the innocent (if you can call them innocent…once you hang with me, you’re innocence is gone!) Of course, when I talk about my mother, father, brother, or anyone else in my family, and you know me, then you’ll know who they are. If you’re someone in the story and I’ve changed your name, you’ll know who you are. And, if you’re not happy about a story I’ve told because it’s about something you were in on, you can sue, but you won’t get much.
So here’s the story of a Very Intelligent Woman, a direct descendant of Murphy…