|Rugrats in the late 70's early 80's|
Jay and I got married the day after I graduated High School because I was pregnant with Jayson, and the end of my year I was completely ostrasized because I was pregnant because back then that was not as common as it is today, it was like I had the plague. The people who did talk to me called me a slut and told me how stupid I was, but my true friends stayed by my side. I am still married to Jay today and that only made me stronger. Jay and I learned and made mistakes in our 20's and many involved fighting at parties and bars. I seemed to find the men that like to fight woman and Jay would hold my purse and say "Your in trouble now!" or he would join in with their friends to make sure they didn't jump in. Believe it or not I could hold my own and never got my ass beat, it was usually the other way around and would take a team of people or bouncers to get me off them once I got started, both of my major fist fights , they hit me first, once I was defending my brother at a party and a guy I went to school with was calling my brother a retard and then punched me in the face when I was trying to reason with him because Jay was about to tear him a new one. The other was at a bar called Characters and my friend Mary got jumped in a bathroom by 5 girls, when she came out and sat at our table and told us what happened, it was obvious, she looked like she had been through a blender, the main girl walked by and I was trapped in the booth table, I flipped it over so I could get out and her boyfriend came to her rescue when he realized what was going on, Jay was right behind me, as her boyfriend pulled me off of her by my hair (if you ever want to me to flip out, just pull me hair) and Jay pulled my purse off my shoulder, looked the guy in the eye and said, "You are in trouble now, kick his ass Honey!" Somehow we ended up on a pool table and that was the fight it took around 4 bouncers to pull me off of him after I did some pretty good damage.
Life slows down and you get older, the bar fighting slowed down after that, I think one more when we were at 2nd St bar and a gay guy would not leave Jay alone, his Big Softball player date got involved and the fight was on, Jay couldn't hit a girl so that became a wrestling match and the gay guy backed off after a few minutes when he realized I was a force to be reconned with. No I'm not proud of all of those fights, but for me they were euphoric and there were more that don't deserve recognition. As I child I bottled up all my fear and anger and eventually that comes out in some form. Some hurt themselves, others fight back. Was I a bad kid? I don't know, I guess I was. Was I a handful, absolutely. I have a huge heart, a very passionate and protective heart, I think part of that is because I don't want anyone to live the the hurt and pain and memories I have lived with my whole life, and still live with to this day. Now when I jokingly say "I am heavily medicated for your protection" I am serious. I have been diagnosed with PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) and have been told that I have handled my life very well and am an extremely productive adult. It usually goes completely the other way. I am still married, I have never been in jail (luckily) I am kind to a fault (until to break that circle of trust, then I am done) I feel the need to fix everything for everyone so they don't have to be in any pain, I am not nor have I ever been addicted (I have had moments of self destruction don't get me wrong). I am a strong woman of life's circumstances, I am Bubba.