I don't know how long I lived with the people they set me up with. Ive spoken to my mother and she said I never lived at home again. We continued to date and a year later I was pregnant again. Call me stupid. I knew this time I wasn't giving this child up for any reason. One heartache was enough. I wouldn't recommend this to anyone. But in those days birth control was not as easy to get. No excuses. My boyfriend was on vacation in the Grand Canyon when I found out. I was staying at his family's home while they were away. I phoned him and told him he needed to come home . When he returned we got in the car with 2 witnesses and drove to Valdosta Georgia and got married. I thought life would be OK. Again , foolish girl. When we returned from what we called a honeymoon in Gatlinburg Tenn. we rented a little garage apartment and settled in. He went to Barber college and I worked through my pregnancy.



On January 26 1971 our little girl was born. I was so happy. We bought a little house and moved in. I went to cosmetology school and life went on. As with any young marriage we had our ups and downs. things didn't work out and we divorced when our daughter was 4. I have to say I was still searching for something to fill the emptiness inside of me, not knowing that it would linger for years. I had met someone else thinking the void would be filled. We married shortley after my divorce and started a new life. We had to start counseling from the begining. That should have been my first sign that something was wrong, but I again was blinded by what I thought was love. Seems like I was always the bad guy. He was a man with problems. He molested my daughter for years before I found out. I had seen some strange things but didn't put much into them. I couldn't believe he'd do these things to my chhild. We had 2 sons while we were married. It was a long and very hostile 14 years. We divorced and again I met someone else. Joe and I lived on the same street and our children were friend and went to school together. He just happened to be there when I needed someone and was my lifesaver.

We were married in 1990. He had 2 boys and I had 2 boys at home at the time. It's hard being a step parent. Don't ever let anyone tell you it's not. Joe's wife had died of canser the year before and was taking care of his sons alone. We became friends and talked alot. Eventually things settled down and we worked our way through alot of problems with kids .