This is my first entry on Bloopdiary. I previously had one, but that was years ago. I'm excited to be back, because I'm at a point in my life where I believe writing will be a great theraputic tool for me.
My name is Stephanie, I'm 26 years old and live in Georgia. I live with my fiance, Michael and his mother. I have two beautiful children. Weylan, who is 5 years old and in Kindergarten. And Jolene who is barely 6 weeks old. I love being a mother and embrace every day I am with them.
I am currently in the middle of a great transition. For the past 10 years I have been plagued by addiction. Pills, weed, Methamphetamine, Hallucinagens, Opiates, Suboxone, etc. My addiction started at the age of 16 when my parents introduced me to drugs. I don't blame them for my addiction but it would have been harder for me to get into that life if they hadn't shown me the way. I met my first husband when I was 18, and he was also an addict. Together a year later, we had Weylan on July 11th, 2009. We tried to make things work but we just we're meant to be together. Soon after our separation, Jason entered a rehab facility and left me and his son behind. Currently, we are going through a divorce.
Just after Jason left, I met Michael who I can honestly say without a doubt is my soulmate. The first day I met him, I hated his attitude. It pissed me off so much I told him not to ever call me again. But when he called me two days later apologizing for the way he acted and taking the effort to change for me, I gave him another chance and we've been together since December of 2012.
On March 12th, I gave birth to our daughter Jolene Willow Lefebvre. She is now about 6 weeks old and has changed my life for the better. I'm living clean and sober and making the best out of each day.
Unfortunately, the thing that changed me was my Father's death in May of 2014. My Father was my best friend in the entire world. He passed away due to a heart attack caused by complications of COPD. I miss him every single day, and I decided to become a better mother, and human being to honor him. I just wish I could go back in time and change my ways before I lost him. My mother is still alive, but barely. She is by far the worst addict I've ever known. She has stolen from me, my brother, even my children for her habits. I moved out of her house and into Michael's mother's house with him in February of this year because my mother decided to steal my unborn daughter's clothes and shoes to sell to get money for drugs. That was the last straw for me.
I still speak to her, but I will never trust her with my children.
Altogether, my life is looking up. My children are happier, and so am I. This is where I will record my thoughts, frustrations, and my secrets. This is my story.
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