about me

My name is Letitia. I am 33 years old. (I have dreaded this year for as long as I can remember. You will learn why a little bit later) I am married now for 3 years to the most amazing man I have ever known. Together we have a beautiful and sweet little girl who turns 2 in just a few days. I have the privilege of staying home with my daughter during the day and work part time in the evening as a recovery room RN.
Here's my story:
I lost my mom to a brain aneurysm when I was 8 years old. It all started on my Communion day. I remember my mom helping me get ready as she complained of a terrible headache. The next thing I remember is her screaming for my father, watching him run up the stairs and seeing her collapse in his arms.
Our house quickly filled with neighbors as the paramedics took her away. My mom's best friend took me to church to make my communion and my father went to hospital to be with his wife. My mom did not die this day but it was the last time I ever saw her. My mother passed 2 days later on May, 3rd 1983 leaving behind a husband and 3 children.
Losing my mother was just the beginning of a very sad and unfortunate childhood. After my mom's passing, my older sister moved out to live with her father. (my mom was married before she met my dad)
I not only had to deal with the loss of my mom; I had to deal with the loss of my sister as well. My father did not do a very good job and keeping us together so it was years before I saw my sister again.
My father quickly moved another woman and her 3 children into our home. I resent him so much for this but I think this was the only way he felt he could raise my younger brother and myself. This woman quickly became the evil stepmother and the 6 years my dad spent with her were pure torture for my brother and me. Having this cold, unloving woman during those years only made me miss and need my mother that much more.
When I was 15, my father divorced her, and he, my brother and I moved out. The next 3 years were probably the happiest for me. They are certainly the best times I've had with my dad.
My father remarried when I was 18, to yet another winner! How he finds these woman amazes me. His current wife is the reason my father and I do not talk today. (that you will certainly hear more about later as well.)
For now I better end this post because it's turning out to be quite longer than I had planned.

~Letitia~