From The Darkest Corner To The Sunlight

I was every parents' worse nightmare. Substance issues, bad bad grades, really bad friends, runaway. I got brought back from Oakland by my mother and a 'private detective' who found me. I spit on him, he slapped me. I used very offensive language, he grabbed my face forcing my mouth open. I ran, he caught me, bent me over and used his belt on me. I was going home, like it or not.

I went to a rehab detox facility, worse six months of my life. Medical, dental, psychological evaluations, intrusive and physical. After six months, I went to a 'farm' with other kids, 100% female, girls, staff, security. One year, I also went to the tenth grade. I went home to my parents.

Today I'm a good mother of two kids, three and seven, married to a police detective, live in the house next door to my parents. I'm mellow. Don't lose my temper, I have housekeeping responsibilities, my husband likes me cooking for him.

As to our sex life, it's normal, twice a month for sure, his job is stressful. I'm not a sex bunny, more of a social butterfly. I have a big family, the nature of our upbringing. I don't think of my 'rebellion', which I attribute to the kids I hung out with and substance abuse. I'm a forever addict, so I have to be careful. My husband is obsessive looking after me, but I need a strong man to look up to.

You can survive, but you need a strong man to pull you out of it. Your mother is there to love you, but your Dad needs to lay the law down. My Dad wasn't there and my stepdad didn't 'interfere'. He should have taken a belt to me, but he didn't. Water under the bridge.