Am a happy go lucky person,who has experienced too much shit over the years to just let keep forgiving and forgetting..So now,if someone causes me grief,they are instantly struck out of my life.I say what I think,and it's cost me a few friendships in the past,but looking back,they weren't true friends anyways,so it really don't matter.
My kids are my world.I will continue to defend them till my death.After raising them alone for almost 10 yrs,we have a big bond between us,and it keeps me alive,so to speak.

I live with a man who is unfaithful to me,and belts into me when he is caught out or when I stand up for myself when being abused.Most people wonder why I am still living with him,and the answer is quite simple..It's my house,he refuses to go,but it's only a matter of time before me and my kids are rid of him and his sleazy ways forever.