BlackDrappa Fuzzy Wuzzy    NY, USA
1876 Posts
Bare with me, it starts out sad, but then gets happy. Here's the story of my life:
I'm Tiffany, 23 years old, and I was born in Buffalo, NY to my 23 year old mother and my cheating father. He had an affair with a woman from work while my mother was pregnant with me and then left her when I wasn't even 2 yet. I share his middle name, Lynn, but all I can think about is the wh*re he is STILL with because guess what her name is? Yep, you guessed it, Lynn. I see my father and Lynn about every 2 months. We get along ok and I think both my parents are better off without each other, but I still hate the fact that it happened.
I have 3 older half sisters by my father. The one closet to my age, Sara, had her first child before she was 16. The middle one, Jenna, is a recovering crack addict with an abusive boyfriend. And the oldest, Jessica, is a shut in who is afraid of being out in public. All my sisters dropped out of High School. I am the only one of my father's children that has graduated High School (let along college). Sadly, they get the most support and attention, but I'm starting to think it's because they are more needy than I am.
My mother raised me by working 2 or 3 jobs at a time. Even though she was barely home, she took me every where she could with her and spoiled me to no end. I was never left with a babysitter outside of the family until I was 6. She would even take me to work with her if she could. I would get her in trouble by eating the cherries and other fruits at the bar that were meant for the cocktails or turning the little swords they use for drinks into blow darts using a straw. After my father, my mother dated some abusive a**holes to me and her. One time I even had to call the cops at the age of 4 because her one boyfriend was beating her so bad I thought he was going to kill her. He found out I called and beat me unconscious and when I work up, the jerk was being taken away by the cops in handcuffs. I still have nightmares about that night...It went on for quite awhile, my mom dating jerks, until she finally met my current step-father, Doug. I call him my savior because he is the sweetest guy ever and everything got better when my mother met him.
They married when I was 11 and had my half brother. I had some hardships in those years, but NOTHING compared to my childhood. We are a happy family now. My parents have a huge 2 story house now with my brother, 2 dogs, beautiful yard...they are living the dream. I moved out last year into an apartment with my wonderful boyfriend almost 3 years. We just upgraded recently to a better apartment, right around the corner from my mother. I have a 4 year college degree under my belt, Major in Criminal Justice and Minor in Sociology. I work for a highly regarded consulting firm and LOVE my job as a Library Information Specialist. Unlike many of my friends, I have a full time job with benefits at a company that is expanding in this horrible economy. My friends annoy me sometimes, but I love them. My boyfriend and I love to entertain. I also help my mother out at home when my step-dad gets called out for work (he works for an electric company) and I babysit my many cousins. I love my suggie babies, so much so that we are fostering a special needs duo right now. I'm a little in debt, but I am very happy with my life where it is right now. 
Here are some pics!:
Me as a baby
Old pic of my dad, sisters, and I
My mom, step-dad, and brother
Me and da boyfriend
JRMMJONES Face Hugger  USA 405 Posts Every time I see the post today... I sing the song... This is...the story of a girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world... and though she looks so sad in photographs I absolutely love her when she smiles... how many days in a year she woke up with hope but she only found tears I can be so insincere making her promises never for real as long as she stands there waiting wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes now how many days disappear when you look in the mirror so how do you choose Your clothes never wear as well the next day And your hair never falls in quite the same... way You never seem to run out of things to saaaaaaaayyyyyy This is...the story of a .....girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world... and though she looks so sad in photographs I absolutely love her when she smiles... I feel better now that I got that out of my system
Some photos from our members JRMMJONES Face Hugger USA 405 Posts If my screenname was the title of a song that described me.. I think it would have to be...Meredith Brooks song... Bitch hahahaha.. or something by Smashing Pumpkins. God how I miss zoning out in my room to that cd. No bills to worry about, other than gas in the car and insurance. No taxes, an easy job, I could wear no bra, short shorts, flannel shirts, and docs, and no one stared at me like I was a loser. My hair was never brushed and I hated makeup (I still don't wear any)... but dang it.. I was soooo cool. LuuLuu Face Hugger USA 970 Posts
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