The Beginning

I was born in Germany. Both my parents have been in and out of almost every military branch there is. My father went all the way to Special Forces and my mom a lieutenant. When I was 12, I woke up with a bad dream. My mom was overseas for 6 months and my father was home with my little brother and I. I walked into his room for some comfort. Instead, I found him and my moms best friend in bed together. When my mom got back a month later, I told her and it led to the ruin of their marriage and the little family I had left. My mom has seven brother and my father has five siblings. I've never met any of the three grandfathers I have, and as for aunts, cousins, and grandma's...once every two or three years minimum. By the time I was a senior in high school, I was already the adult in the family. My mom broke down after my dad leaving along with his 200 grand debt along with it. My mom was forced to work 3 jobs, and I got two part time jobs. I was up at 4, at school by 5:30 for show choir, off by 2:30 and at work from 3-8 or 9. I came home and did it all over again. I worked 10-11 hour days on the weekend, and together my mom and I crawled out of debt and into college loans. My parents are friendly now, because my father has no home anymore being on active duty all the time and overseas 11 out of 12 months of the year. I don't really see him or really remember who he is most of the time. For now...Bellingham and WWU has given me wings to become who I really am....because before all of this....I was a robot just trying to make up for telling my mother about my father and ruining the only three people that I called a family.