I was young when I married my first husband.

Trying desperately to fill voids in my life, by having what appeared to be 'the good life'. I married for all the wrong reasons and as I look back, I can see why I did what I did.
 
The little girl, now grown up, was shown no guidance, or positive role models. I had no real clue, what it took to build a strong, loving relationship. All I knew, was that I had a guy, finally who told me he loved me.

The very first time I became pregnant, was late in 1994. The feelings of being scared, mixed with feelings of overwhelming joy. I had always wanted to be a mother. Longing for the love, a child gives to their mother.

The pregnancy didn't last long. New to motherhood, I didn't know what to do when the bleeding started, and I lost my first baby. Confused and scared, I withdrew from family and friends.

My first husband and I had two children in the few years we were together - read their stories: 1st Kid or 2nd Kid!

Our relationship was rocky, and occasionally went over the line.  I knew that this was not the way things should be. I knew God had plans for me. It took a while, but in November 1998, my husband moved out and I filed for divorce.

I was free from my husband! I felt so good!
I made a promise to my kids, that I would do the very best for them.

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