The Spiral

I never really got over what happened. I went deeper into the depths of depression, drug and alcohol abuse and trying to find someone who could take away the pain. I did get through college and my GED but I did it as if I were a zombie. It was just something to do to keep the memories in the back of my mind. I moved from place to place, not staying in any one spot for too long and each relationship I was in was worse than the one before.

I moved from Illinois to Washington State in an effort to start over but that didn't help much until 1987 when my life would change drastically.

I had two failed marriages under my belt and more bad relationships than I care to count when I met someone who I thought would change my life and in a lot of ways, he did. Rhett became my best friend and the father of another son. In 1986, I almost died from an ectopic pregnancy and was told I had a less than 40 percent chance of ever concieving again. Then in 1987, I found out I was 7 weeks pregnant with a boy. I gave birth to Patrick Gregory on April 3, 1988. Patrick was and still is everything to me.