The Story Continues......

I can't believe how quickly time flies..........It's been more than a year since I've blogged! So much has happened, we sold our house (yes in this economy),bought a new house, became a new grandmother again #7, moved my son and his family including new grandbaby to Florida, and my darling husband was fired from his job. They called it downsizing........downsizing my foot, and I've started new Internet businesses all while recuperating from the dreaded back surgery (refer to my previous blog). Now, don't misunderstand me, I'm no martyr.While I have been suffering excruciating pain and discomfort since I had surgery in 2004, I will admit that I have had a little pain relief thanks to Dr. Pain Pills..........If you know what I mean. All very legal and necessary. Anyway, I feel the need to vent so here goes........

In this last year, I have learned that I am a very strong woman. Not only strong physically but, mentally as well. I learned that I can do anything and experience anything and that in the end I will be OK. It has taken me some 50 years to come to the realization that I was born to live a challenging and tumultuous life! Forgive me if I sound like a victim - I promise you I am NOT at all a victim. I am a SURVIVOR!!!!

In my previous Blog, I was telling you about about my upbringing. I was raised in a very strict Catholic home with two parents, a mother who was emotionally absent and a father well, lets just say he was alcoholically challenged. I grew up with a house full of siblings, 4 brothers and 2 sisters. A total of 7 including myself. I am the second eldest and the eldest of the sisters. I was a very sensitive child and at the same time I was hard as nails. When you grow up in a latino household, as the eldest daughter I was expected to do many chores as well as take care of my siblings. Most of the time I was trying to outrun my father who was always drunk and for some reason he always felt compelled to physically abuse and torture me. I was so afraid of him that I dreaded being in the same room with him. There is a lot that I could tell you but, I won't due to the bad memories and the pain it still causes me to even think about those days.That is no exaggeration! Anyway, I managed to be an excellent student and found a safe haven in my school work and school activities.If there was something going on after school, I found a way to participate so that I wouldn't have to go home in the hopes of avoiding my father. I would get home in time to prepare dinner before my mother got home from work. My hard work at school paid off as I was consistently on the Honor Roll and graduated from High School with a 3.7 gpa. Little did I know that mydisfunctional upbringing would haunt me all thru my adult life and that mentally I would continue to try to "outrun" my father................to be continued.

I promise that I will write again very soon.

Good Night!
Angiez
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