July

Since this is the start, I should start at the beginning. I know I'm a bit old to have more children. But even so, in July of 2009, I thought I was pregnant. So..... my husband and I went to the store and bought a kit. My 15 year old daughter had been acting up a lot lately, normal teenage stuff. I didn't want her to know about the test because she was adamant about me not having more kids. She was afraid she'd have to change diapers and whatnot. And she would....lol. Anyway, my husband pulled the kit out of the cart and told her it was for her. He thought it was funny, she didn't. They had been having problems for the past couple of years, she resented the fact that we didn't allow her to run free and she just wanted to be a teenager. I'll never forget the date because it was my dad's birthday. He had passed away a couple of years earlier and I thought how cool it would be to find out I was pregnant on his birthday. We get home and I go to the bathroom to do the test. And SURPRISE.... I had just started my period. Then I started to freak out a bit because I started the day my daughter stopped and she hadn't started yet. So that I don't have to relive that very painful moment in my life, long story short, I found out she had skipped summer school a couple of days and lost her virginity. She was pregnant. So on the day that should have been exciting for me because on my dad's birthday, I would find out I was pregnant, was anything but. I found out she was. This was the start of my downhill spiral into more pain and stress than I ever could have imagined. Later in the month, her biological dad and sister would show up at my house, with the sheriff and take her away to live with them. And she went willingly. After 15 years of me taking care of her, wiping her nose and butt, being there for everything, she left with him.