I guess you could ask yourself what does a 23 year old female really have to stress about, I mean come on... She doesnt have a mortgage and more than likely doesn't have a car payment maybe some have kids, not all some probably have college loans they may be paying on. The little worries that I guess some may see as the ordinary basic things a person goes through affects everyone differently. I could walk a path hand in hand with you but what we experience, how we feel and what we see would be two entirely different stories.
I am just that a 23 year old female no mortgage no kids (of my own) no car payment (until September of this year). I mean really you would think life would be a walk in the park, but life has a screwed up idea of a park. I live in my hometown, in a modest 2 bedroom apartment with my little sister who is 16 soon to be 17 we have our tiffs, but all in all we actually get along quite nicely. This ride started in 1987 when I was the second child born to my mom and dad both of whom were 24, mom and dad were high school sweethearts who didn't last long after my younger sister was born. Once they divorced my mom had custody of my older brother Jeremy, Me and my younger sister Tara.
Life went on mom dated as did dad and it led to different relationships, where dad had two other children Tanji and Thristian. Life was not what I would call peachy when I was growing up, but I guess it made me who I am. Mom worked like crazy to support my brother sister and I while dad really wasn't in the picture much she worked at Jockey I remember she would go in at 6 am and would get off at 4 we always had health insurance and food on the table nice clothes, furniture and places to live up unitl about 9 years old. Mom dated a few men some more memorable than others, I think the worst one of all had to of been BJ he was from Oklahoma, I still have pictures with him from one fourth of July when I was around 5, I still remember the day he left.. Mom picked my sister and brother and I up I remember sitting behind her in the car while she cried and cried and told us that BJ was gone. He had wrote a note to mom telling her he couldn't handle kids, along with the note was a stack of laundry that he had done and that had turned pink he broke my moms heart that day.
I remember my mom talking to some younger guys that were from out of town working in the tobacco warehouses in our town. But the next relationship I really remember my mom entering was with Gary, he was about 5 years younger than my mom putting him at around 26 and my mom at around 31 when they got married. Right off I never felt like Gary liked me, from a young age he favored my sister Tara greatly as my brother Jeremy seemed to be getting into a lot of trouble in school my mom Gary and him were at odds a lot. I remember the day mom and Gary got married I was around 6 and they were married on a boat, mom still worked at Jockey and Gary worked for the water plant in town, together they seemed to make ends meet quite nicely, I remember them buying a lot of new things in the first house that we moved in lots of new furniture that now looking back was absolutely grotesque looking. My little sister and I shared a bedroom we had a full side bed that we shared and we had ballet slipper boarder around our room, christmas' and birthday's were quite nice, I remember we got a big van and he got a little white truck and mom got a new beretta from my perspective we were living quite comfortably.
To be continued.....