Hello! So, this is my first attempt at blogging. I have kept a journal most of my life and figure that this is the "techie" equivalent". My life on the web instead of the page. I want to use this page as a place for the real "Me". I have come a LOOONNGG way in the last year, it's crazy to look back on where I have been.
Where do I begin? I guess where all things start, my first venture into being an "adult". This occurred in 1989 on the occasion of my first (yes there were more than one) marriage. So, here we go.........
The Missy in me.........
My first "Prince Charming" came along and swept me completely off my feet. I was raised in a super-religious household and was kept very sheltered. The first man I dated was my first husband and I was 24 years old! He was everything I had ever wanted for the eight months I knew him BEFORE the wedding. Charming, polite, generous and sweet. After we were married, things continued this way for a while and life was good. The first time he hit me, we had been married 8 months. It was a total and complete shock. I had been spanked by my parents, but the idea of my HUSBAND ever hitting me just never crossed my mind. He slapped me across the face and I stood there dumb-founded. This was the point of no return, had I only known. I should have told him it was unacceptable and that it would never happen again or I was gone. Instead, I began to cry and apologize.....hoping I guess to avoid further abuse. It did work and he was very apologetic, stating that it only happened because I "made him so mad". This seemed possible to me and I vowed to do my best not to anger him again. Little did I know, it was only the beginning...........
Where do I begin? I guess where all things start, my first venture into being an "adult". This occurred in 1989 on the occasion of my first (yes there were more than one) marriage. So, here we go.........
The Missy in me.........
My first "Prince Charming" came along and swept me completely off my feet. I was raised in a super-religious household and was kept very sheltered. The first man I dated was my first husband and I was 24 years old! He was everything I had ever wanted for the eight months I knew him BEFORE the wedding. Charming, polite, generous and sweet. After we were married, things continued this way for a while and life was good. The first time he hit me, we had been married 8 months. It was a total and complete shock. I had been spanked by my parents, but the idea of my HUSBAND ever hitting me just never crossed my mind. He slapped me across the face and I stood there dumb-founded. This was the point of no return, had I only known. I should have told him it was unacceptable and that it would never happen again or I was gone. Instead, I began to cry and apologize.....hoping I guess to avoid further abuse. It did work and he was very apologetic, stating that it only happened because I "made him so mad". This seemed possible to me and I vowed to do my best not to anger him again. Little did I know, it was only the beginning...........
