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**THIS**
**WOMAN**
IS THE
REASON
THAT I AM
OBSESSED
WITH,
AND
COMMITTED
TO,
“NO MORE
TOXIC AND
ABUSIVE
RELATIONSHIPS!”
Dear Mama,
I Am Absolutely
F*cking
DEVASTATED
That You Are Gone
To Heaven
So SOON
…
AND THE WAY
YOU WENT!!!!
🙁 🙁 🙁 🙁
May You Rest
In Peace
While I Try To
Find Mine.
Helen Moody Entzminger
September 7, 1941
To
August 7, 2019.
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HELLO
WORLD!!!
I AM
…
WRITER/
PRODUCER,
LONDON,
SISTAGIRL #1
I AM THE
#1
RELATIONSHIP
WRITER FOR
TODAY’S WOMAN.
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I AM
OBSESSED WITH
HELPING
YOUNG WOMEN
FIND THE
ROOT CA– USES
OF THEIR
ABUSIVE
RELATIONSHIPS.
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A TOXIC
RELATIONSHIP
IS EASY TO
GET INTO
….
BUT IT IS
A B**TCH
TO GET OUT OF!!
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HERE ARE
THREE VIDEOS
I MADE YEARS AGO
SHOWING HOW
I WAS STILL
STRUGGLING
WITH THE EFFECTS
OF TOXIC AND
ABUSIVE
RELATIONSHIPS.
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WHO AM I?
I am a little girl with a dream who grew up trying to FIGURE OUT how to make that dream come true. (That’s ME at age 6. Notice how I squint my eyes in all my photos!)
(Oh! This is my graduation photo! I was already a teenage mother (I had my daughter when I was 16) but I didn’t let that stop me! I’ve been trying to find my way and pursue my dreams ALL MY LIFE! NEVER, EVER, EVER GIVE UP! Sometimes you may have to slow down but NEVER, EVER STOP!))
3/12/16 – WILL THE PAIN EVER STOP? WILL I EVER “LET IT GO?” I cry as I look back at my graduation photo and I have to “go back” and hug that girl I used to be and tell her how proud I am of her.
I was pregnant at 16. I wasn’t a bad or rebellious girl. Sometimes, over the course of my life, when I was drinking a little wine (okay, a LOT of wine), I would scream at God, “IF I DIDN’T HAVE TO DROP OUT OF THE CHEERLEADING SQUAD, I WOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN PREGNANT COS I WOULD HAVE BEEN AT CHEERLEADER PRACTICE!”
(No, I’m not blaming other people for me not keeping my legs closed.)
Anyway, when I became pregnant, I DID NOT drop out of school. I STAYED in high school while walking around in MATERNITY wear … having everybody gossip about me … having some friends NOT be friends with me anymore because their parents thought I was a bad influence … I had my teachers tell me they were so disappointed in me because they had believed that I was gonna be SOMEBODY and MAKE SOMETHING of my life and now I had ruined my life by getting pregnant.
I HAD ALL THAT GOING ON (I won’t EVEN go into the “baby daddy” drama right now. We’ll save THAT hot-mess for a different day!) … BUT I STILL GRADUATED 9TH OUT OF 365!!! (To this day I’m still mad about that because they only picked the top 8 for National Honor Society and I wasn’t able to wear that thing around my graduation robe or sit with THEM because I was #9. I had gotten a “D” in gym class cos I couldn’t do the exercises (Helloooo I was pregnant!) so my gym teacher gave me an essay to write so I wouldn’t get an “F” in the class. (I got an “A” on the essay.) The “D” lowered my G.P.A. (grade point average) and THAT’S why I had to graduate 9th).
Plus, I was nominated for Homecoming Queen but couldn’t “run for it” because they didn’t think a teen mother was a good role model.
Sorry. I didn’t mean to vent and write all of this. I’m just “in my feelings” today. I guess I’m trying to say, NEVER EVER GIVE UP TRYING TO ACHIEVE YOUR DREAMS!! If you believe in yourself and your talent … after you fall down … give yourself a few minutes (or hours) to sulk and feel disappointed … THEN PICK YOUR ASS BACK UP AND KEEP GOING!
Oh, and that baby girl I had as a 16 year old unwed mother? (in my proud mama voice) She has her Master’s Degree, has SEEN the parts of the world she wanted to see and is NOW ready to settle down! I am so proud of her (as I’m proud of ALL my kids)! (And, yes, I made sure she was a high school cheerleader! lol!)
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Wow!!! This is me at age 26, married with 4 kids under the age of 10. They’re all grown now. When I look back at that photo, all I can think about is how poor we were and how it was, working full-time, homework, getting kids to their activities, trying to make sure they all had love and attention. It was hard, it was a struggle, it was a sacrifice, but it was DONE.
I can remember going to the bathroom one day at work and crying, crying, crying. I’ve always felt bad because I had to take my son to the babysitter’s when he was 9 days old. I was crying and crying because, as a young girl, this was NOT the suppressed and oppressive life I had dreamed for myself. But I held onto my hopes and dreams, I kept going and I did what I had to do.
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THANKS FOR
LETTING ME
VENT! ♥ ♥
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