i started my freshman year of college at the university of arizona* i received an academic scholarship from my work in high school* the time durning my application process was pretty crazy at home* my parents were going threw an extremely nasty divorce* when i say extremely---i mean seriously* i did not apply to a single school in the state of texas* i was so ready to get out of that mess* the start to my year in arizona was amazing* i missed my mom a lot but, things were really great* all went smoothly until i hit spring break* my parents had not been in the same room with each other (except for legal dealings) since december of my senior year of high school (2005)* the day before i was leaving to go back to school i walked downstairs (at my moms house) to find my dad* i knew something was really wrong* the reasons behind my parents divorced had remained private due to my fathers employment* had it been brought to the public attention (particularly the bishop) what my father had been d*o*i*n*g for the past eight years -- he most likely would loose his job* this scenario had played out the day before my return to arizona and guess what---dad lost his job* everything got really warped* it was like my universe started to physically cave in on me* to make matters worse-- out of state tuition-- well, that was no longer an option (even with my scholarship)* i got on a plan the next day, went back to school and, preceded to self destruct* some how, by what was probably an act of god, i maintained my grades* but, in the last 2 months of school i was black-listed from two different fraternity houses, lost every friend i had made, lost about twenty pounds, ran into my ex and caused a huge scene (twice) (in public) and, cried every single second of every single day* someone referring to me as a hot mess durning this time would be putting it lightly*

my dad came to pick me up from school in may (2007) (since he was unemployed and all) and i had to sit in a car with him back to austin for 14 something hours* i moved back in with my mom and then she gave me the w-o-r-s-t news--- she wouldn't let me get a dog (?)* since i was pretty much loosing my since of reality this sent me over the edge* i moved in with a really great friend (who was in my wedding) and almost ruined that relationship* after a semester of being back home i got accepted to texas state (spring 2008)* i moved to san marcos where i preceded to almost fail out (my first public admittance of this fact) and spent my second semester of texas state (i have now been back home for a year) on probation* they did not have a nursing program at texas state at the time so i picked the next best thing (special education?) i hated every second of my time there (except when i was laying out by the pool or a keg plopped down on my porch with all my "friends" from austin)* things just went from bad to worse* my best girlfriend at the time (now my sister in-law) kept me somewhat sane* somehow i managed to get on the other side of all this (all things considered) without really messing up my life* i just looked like a total shit show for a year and a half* embarrassing*

in september of 2008 i turned 21* i was standing outside one of my favorite mexican restaurants with a group of friends and my mom waiting to be seated* my friend who had been there loyally while i self destructed was standing on a parking stump with me* we had joked durning the last two years about how funny it would be if i married into the family (via her older brother)* i had seen him a few times once at their dads house, once a dinner with their mom, and once at a party* all three times this guy did not give me the time of day* he vaguely knew who i was but, had never said more than "hi*" he was a good looking guy and always seemed to have this mystery about him --- like he knew all the cool things happening* i never had a problem finding guys to date* it was never really much work (as conceded as this sounds--hhah) so i really didn't push to receive this guys attention* as my friend and i stood on this stump-- out of no where she goes, "if you can spell our last name i will call my brother so he can wish you happy birthday*" their last name is a killer and since i am dyslexic the odds were totally in her favor* fate however, had a different plan* somehow--i spelled their name* as he wished me happy birthday i got this really strange feeling--* the phone call was short and quick* the rest of the night preceded as a normal 21st birthday would* two days later, i heard from m*d*s


hey

hey hope you had a good 21st, heard about the poor lady in kirby lane, she shouldnt have been standing in front of you right?!?! well I lost my phone shortly after we talked but should have a new one by the end of the week just give me a call.

P.S. nice lab!

Matt

Thank you for the message Matthew!!!!!!
Yeah that lady should not have been standing in my way. I think I had made it pretty clear when I busted through the bathroom door that a fountain of 21 drinks was about to bust out of my body at any moment. However, I still felt REALLY bad about throwing up on her.

I am sorry to hear about your cell phone, that is really not fun. I know how it goes. I hope that you had an awesome weekend, and that your week so far is going well. I am glad that you finally know my plan to become a S*******(our last name)!

Whenever you get your phone you can give me a call... (512)***-****

Talk to you soon

PS-She is really pretty isn't she.. I thought you had meet the poo...

Taylor

a few days later he did call me* i was sitting on the floor with my roommate eating chicken nuggets* once again--the feeling came* two months later, i was pregnant* all of the events that lead to my meeting of m*d*s were really difficult* the events after we found out we were pregnant were difficult* however, when i think about it-- m*d*s and r*a*s saved me* i found out yesterday that i made deans list this semester* i am in nursing school (not special education) which is where i always wanted to be* i have a little family unit and even though things are crazy 80% of the time* its really amazing* i love my husband, love my kid, love my baby to be, and i love myself* i have come a long way from the train wreck i was allowing myself to live* some days are really hard* some days are not so hard* but unlike a few years ago-- i am moving forward* i no longer allow myself to sit in a muddy mess*

Chlodzic,
TFS