Many of you may or may not know this but my mom lives in a completely different state than me and lives thousands of miles far away, like 24hrs away. My mom moved to Houston Texas back when I was 17 in 10th grade. I had a decision to make. (bare with me for this post is going to be long) I could leave all my friends and family in South Carolina and live with her and my step dad or live with my dad where I was raised at.
I was so heart broken to know that my mom, my best friend who I was so close to and loved so dearly was about to move ten thousand miles away. The purpose of this move was because their wasn't any work here in S.C at the time and my step-father had already found a job and home in TX near his brother. As much as I love my mom, I wasn't ready to leave my friends or family and move to a completely different state and start all over.
So I ended up living with my dad, step-mother, and two step-brothers. I hated it. I never was home, stayed away with my friends most of the time or visited my Granny daily because she lived right next door. You see my dad was never really around us growing up. He cared for only himself and that was it, at least that's what I saw in my eyes! No wonder my mom got a divorce when I was 3 years old. But I still loved my dad even though he really wasn't around or talked to me much. I never was the type to have hate in my heart toward anyone, especially with family. We had a difficult time trying to bring up a conversation and still do sometimes unless it has to do with Hunter or hunting.
Growing up in a divorced home is tough. I lived back and forth from my mom to my dad. I couldn't decide where I wanted to be at, and who I wanted to be. I was a wild child through out High School and didn't give a crap about anyone or anything. I was the typical teenager who cared about myself and no one else. Thanks to my Step-mother for keeping me on track with my grades I barely passed and graduated with my class mates (which I hated my school).
After graduating I moved in with my Granny because I felt forced out of my Dad's home. I lived with her and my Grandaddy. My Grandparents were like my parents. They helped me so much after High School. They helped me get my license and a first time job working at Walmart. My Grandaddy sold his boat and bought me my first car. I was truly blessed but back then I didn't see it as blessed more like spoiled. I would work, come home eat, then spend money like it wasn't nothing, payed my bills and had fun. I didn't spend much time with my Grandparents back then but looking back now I wish I had spent all the time in the world. After switching jobs working at a boat company, and meeting the love of my life and having Hunter I had long moved out of my Grandparents house. After a year or so of moving out my Grandfather passed away due to kidney failure and a bunch of health issues. I was eight months pregnant when he passed away, and it broke my heart. If he could have held on just a few weeks longer he could have met his first Great Grand.
Looking back now at all what has happened in my life I can say It wasn't the best, but It was full of good memories as well as bad. I hated my teenage years looking back and wish I could have changed some things. I know that's not possible but I know that I can forget the past and look to my future. I have a family to take care of now and don't have time for drama and people who try to bring me down. I'm a completely changed woman now, Thanks to the good Lord above and meeting my wonderful husband.
Back to the beginning of my post about my mom...
This past week she has had bronchitis and on top of that a sinus infection. She went to the doctor last week but she still wasn't getting any better. Her doctor finally put her in the hospital for treatment and to make sure she doesn't have pneumonia. It turns out she has first stages of emphysema. Something I never thought she'd have. She can either quite smoking or continue and be on a oxygen tank for the rest of her life. This scares me. I'm so worried about my mom because she has no one in Texas but her husband and they rarely get along. I feel so distant from her and can only be their for her in spirit and through phone. It makes me sick to my stomach to think that she's in the hospital sick and I can't just leave and go visit with her. All of her family lives here in S.C and is pretty upset about all this as well. She has no cell phone, no Internet connections to see any pictures of her family/Grandson, ... all she has is her house phone. I feel like at times my step-father took her away from her family just to have her to him self and not have to worry about family. It frightens me to think if something ever happened to my mom, what can I do living ten thousands of miles away. It's a scary feeling.
But I'm trying to stay strong for her and my family and be positive. I know that I cannot be with her at this time but all I can do is pray.
I got carried away with this post from the beginning but I just thought I'd lay it on the line and tell how I really feel to whomever shall read this. Maybe this isn't a post I'd like my son to read about when he gets older but it needed to be said.
Mom, If you ever do read this, I love you and praying you'll be able to come home soon one day. Until then I'm their in spirit and will be praying for you!!!
I was so heart broken to know that my mom, my best friend who I was so close to and loved so dearly was about to move ten thousand miles away. The purpose of this move was because their wasn't any work here in S.C at the time and my step-father had already found a job and home in TX near his brother. As much as I love my mom, I wasn't ready to leave my friends or family and move to a completely different state and start all over.
So I ended up living with my dad, step-mother, and two step-brothers. I hated it. I never was home, stayed away with my friends most of the time or visited my Granny daily because she lived right next door. You see my dad was never really around us growing up. He cared for only himself and that was it, at least that's what I saw in my eyes! No wonder my mom got a divorce when I was 3 years old. But I still loved my dad even though he really wasn't around or talked to me much. I never was the type to have hate in my heart toward anyone, especially with family. We had a difficult time trying to bring up a conversation and still do sometimes unless it has to do with Hunter or hunting.
Growing up in a divorced home is tough. I lived back and forth from my mom to my dad. I couldn't decide where I wanted to be at, and who I wanted to be. I was a wild child through out High School and didn't give a crap about anyone or anything. I was the typical teenager who cared about myself and no one else. Thanks to my Step-mother for keeping me on track with my grades I barely passed and graduated with my class mates (which I hated my school).
After graduating I moved in with my Granny because I felt forced out of my Dad's home. I lived with her and my Grandaddy. My Grandparents were like my parents. They helped me so much after High School. They helped me get my license and a first time job working at Walmart. My Grandaddy sold his boat and bought me my first car. I was truly blessed but back then I didn't see it as blessed more like spoiled. I would work, come home eat, then spend money like it wasn't nothing, payed my bills and had fun. I didn't spend much time with my Grandparents back then but looking back now I wish I had spent all the time in the world. After switching jobs working at a boat company, and meeting the love of my life and having Hunter I had long moved out of my Grandparents house. After a year or so of moving out my Grandfather passed away due to kidney failure and a bunch of health issues. I was eight months pregnant when he passed away, and it broke my heart. If he could have held on just a few weeks longer he could have met his first Great Grand.
Looking back now at all what has happened in my life I can say It wasn't the best, but It was full of good memories as well as bad. I hated my teenage years looking back and wish I could have changed some things. I know that's not possible but I know that I can forget the past and look to my future. I have a family to take care of now and don't have time for drama and people who try to bring me down. I'm a completely changed woman now, Thanks to the good Lord above and meeting my wonderful husband.
Back to the beginning of my post about my mom...
This past week she has had bronchitis and on top of that a sinus infection. She went to the doctor last week but she still wasn't getting any better. Her doctor finally put her in the hospital for treatment and to make sure she doesn't have pneumonia. It turns out she has first stages of emphysema. Something I never thought she'd have. She can either quite smoking or continue and be on a oxygen tank for the rest of her life. This scares me. I'm so worried about my mom because she has no one in Texas but her husband and they rarely get along. I feel so distant from her and can only be their for her in spirit and through phone. It makes me sick to my stomach to think that she's in the hospital sick and I can't just leave and go visit with her. All of her family lives here in S.C and is pretty upset about all this as well. She has no cell phone, no Internet connections to see any pictures of her family/Grandson, ... all she has is her house phone. I feel like at times my step-father took her away from her family just to have her to him self and not have to worry about family. It frightens me to think if something ever happened to my mom, what can I do living ten thousands of miles away. It's a scary feeling.
But I'm trying to stay strong for her and my family and be positive. I know that I cannot be with her at this time but all I can do is pray.
I got carried away with this post from the beginning but I just thought I'd lay it on the line and tell how I really feel to whomever shall read this. Maybe this isn't a post I'd like my son to read about when he gets older but it needed to be said.
Mom, If you ever do read this, I love you and praying you'll be able to come home soon one day. Until then I'm their in spirit and will be praying for you!!!
Love your daughter,
Kim ♥
5 sweet friend had something to say:
Praying for her Kim.
If you feel like her husband has her trapped there and she isn't happy would it be possible for you to just go get her and bring her back to SC with you?
Hope you all can find a solution and she is able to stop smoking!
Praying that she gets better! I can only imagine how hard it is to be so far away from family members.
Praying for your Mom, girl!!!! Thinking of you!!
Praying for your mom - and you! :)
I hope that she recovers quickly and that she is able to find the strength to quit smoking. Both of my parents smoke and it terrifies me what may lay ahead of them.
HUGS girl!!!
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