A little about us. My husband was raised in agribusiness and on a farm. His family raised livestock while running a slaughterhouse.
I was raised by a mom who had bad schizophrenia and a document dad ( DNA is showing no possible blood relation) who was a blackout alcoholic.
I took a Private investigation class after widowed from my 1st husband. In high school my tests said I should be a police officer or a nurse. I decided to be a security guard and go to school for private investigation to see if I liked police career after being a certified nurse assistant to see if I would like to be a nurse. I liked neither, but I did learn useful info. One thing I learned is my legal paperwork was screwed up and my PI instructor didn’t like my parent’s answers. In checking DNA knowing my mother was schizophrenic I learned my 1st husband who died was a mentally and financially abusive husband, had an unknown to me child, I took allot of crap I didn’t deserve and my what I thought was my blood dad might not be, so him Illegally Emancipating his Parental Rights to me choosing to believe a liar over a lie I didn’t even know about is no factor. He himself might’ve been lied to.
When I went into the private investigation course, I was cut down with verbal abused by family. I quit doing my schoolwork and resorted to drugs and bad people. I chose the abusers were right due to their education and elevation. I was worthless. After going clean from meth (now 27 years) and choosing to change my life I reproached the Private Investigation class. I was still being stalked and abused but I separated from abusers and made boundaries. I learned the situation wasnt pretty and I was dealt unfair cards.
We teach our children, a parent teaches you what to do and what not to do. Does you no good ignoring what is right due to bitterness. I was raised as both a female and a male. I was my dads boy he didn’t have. He was misogynist and refused therapy even though I repeatedly asked. He was an honorably discharged navy vet who taught me allot about strength in being a person, not a gender. There is allot I need to accept and much I chose not to repeat after allot of therapy.
My children accept me as non binary. My now husband adopted my first child and we had a second child together. My husband now is the only dad my first child ever known since his first dad died when he was a year old. (The adoption was with his blood dad’s blessing since he told me to have him adopted before he died from his medical condition that the lifespan is short.) Both of my children are close and my husband in my life now and I are best friends.
One of my children came out and I think it is great I was trusted and safe. That is a huge blessing to me. Both of my children, my husband and I share allot of laughs and conversation. (I won’t talk for my husband or his life in this blog post or in real life unless there is a medical or legal need.) My now mother in law chose me as my husband’s wife encouraging him to marry me when he was unsure if 2 months knowing each other was too little since the pastor told us to wait a year. We didn’t want to wait and make a huge decision too quickly. I am allot like my mother in law except she was the turn the other cheek type of Christian and me not so much. I wasn’t raised to be soft and I was trained to be lethal when necessary. With animals for slaughter I am slow to cull but that doesn’t mean never. For us if a teaching, etc. goes against science, history, and family, then the teacher or teaching has to leave. We will no longer tolerate what insults our intellect or intelligence.
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