Stephanie Wold
Bio
Stories (6/0)
Solving the World's Problems.
When I was 11 years old, my grandparents took me in and raised me from there on out. My mother was on the crack pipe, my dad was in and out of jail, and my sister wasn't far behind them. I knew I had two choices to make: to get in line or become a leader.
By Stephanie Wold12 months ago in Families
To The Momma Struggling...
Being a parent can be so damn hard and I know how frustrating it is to just get through the days. The crying, the tantrums in the car, the screaming in the middle of a grocery store… all while you’re trying to keep yourself together as well. But all you want to do is cry, have a tantrum, and scream. It’s so hard not to lose your shit every day, hell…it’s hard not to lose it every hour. If I broke down as much as I wanted to, I might be considered a toddler myself.
By Stephanie Wold3 years ago in Families
The Hardest Thing I've Ever Done.
I wasn’t born into a family, I was born into a lifestyle. My parents were never together. My dad took off a lot, my mom hooked up with different men, while both had a drinking and drug problem. I never actually lived with my dad but visited when I was allowed to. My mom had full custody of me from day one, which eventually turned into none.
By Stephanie Wold3 years ago in Families
Simpler Times
Something I miss are the simpler times in life. The times where my brother, Jessie, and I would had mud fights in the front yard, or when we would go on spider hunts and tape spiders to the wall for fun - because what five year olds weren't a little psycho. The simpler time in my life where I only had to worry about what the weather was going to be like the next day, or what I was going to eat for lunch. Or the times in my life where I was so happy and loving life that I didn’t let anything get me down except when my parents wouldn’t let me go out on a school night.
By Stephanie Wold3 years ago in Families