I'm far too awkward to come up with my OWN bio, but I also didn't want to leave this space empty. So here is eight words given by my best friends; adventurous, awkward, clumsy, funny, kind, shy, friendly, and surprisingly smart.
Little bit of my background; When I was 18 years young, I had met this guy that had changed my entire life. Not entirely for the best. Although I do have to thank him for my beautiful son. Him and I had started super casual, ended up in a relationship. Four years of a thousand red flags, isolation, manipulation, screaming, threats of all sorts, and domestic violence. Most of all, the totally taboo. Rape in a relationship. When I found out I was pregnant, I left him. That's the short version of it. I'm sure I will write about my past toxic relationship with a title of I'm not a Victim but like #MeToo Pt. with a random number as I have many stories to share. For now lets focus on this piece.
If you were to ask me ten years ago to write my story, sorry no. If you were to ask me to write about the trauma I had went through as a maturing pre-teen, I would have told you to shit bricks,.. oops is that language even allowed here? Apologies. In my defense ten years ago, I was fifteen years young, filled with anger and trauma. I've honestly had this tab sitting open. Not knowing where to start. As you can tell by my picture, it's 2 a.m. A normal person would be sleeping at this time. Here I am rambling about things that don't really matter, so I will get started, the first time it happened.