Not Yours

My story is mine.

It's all mine.

It's full of so many dips and dives and potholes and sink holes and complete destruction.

It's full of all the things I never thought it would be full of.

I had such good intentions!

I only ever wanted to be married to someone who loved me endlessly and have babies and be the best mama ever.

It's clear that I didn't marry someone, or anyone, that loved me... not to mention endlessly, or kindly, or at all really.

Plenty of people will tell you that I am not a good mama.

 I've worked far more jobs at the same time than I ever could have dreamed of.

I failed Math 1010 six times and did not graduate from high school.

I've had plenty of medical bills go to judgements.

I've changed my last name more times than I would like to remember.

There is so much more...

But, it's my story.

If you have questions about me, my story, or anything else pertaining to me...

News Alert: I am quite literally the only one who can answer those questions for you.

Anyone else who attempts to talk about me or my story is only telling you their perception of it.

That's not my story.