<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:19:02.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Judy Jackson's Chaos</title><subtitle type='html'>When abuse of any form...whether by the hands of others or self-inflicted...FINALLY COMES TO AN END.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-5884446628327454389</id><published>2008-09-12T09:07:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:35:02.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Going back to...FOR ME......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;As I explained in the earlier entry, Clay would not involve himself in our children's life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This I recognized very early in our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;However, being raised without either parents made me determined to make this work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My children weren't going to be without either parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm a senior again....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This time though...I'm going to graduate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I know I didn't complete school with my first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sigh....It was plenty tough....Raising a baby....getting both of us prepared...leaving out at 5am to travel via public transportation to the greater northeast, just to return to my neighborhood school and be there on time at 7:45am....((smiling))...I Did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So why are you repeating your senior year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I dropped out of high school in the month of April. Just 2 1/2 months shy from graduating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am student...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am mother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am in a selfish relationship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am pregnant again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am tired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well, the baby is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;he says.."you just need to get your GED!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I want my high school diploma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sidebar*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was a honor roll student and attended the magnetic program within my high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;He stated...."I'm not going to babysit, my work in more important then your education, I've been in this field for almost fifteen years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;What about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;What about what I want in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sure, I am a young mother of two and in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;He told me that he loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I want to finish school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I fell under deep depression...some may call it, postpartum depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I love my children, I want the best for them, I want to make my husband happy, I want us to raise our family together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I believed I was unsuccessful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I felt I was a disappointment to my children, my husband and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I loathed this feeling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I wanted to bring my pain to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I did re-enroll in high school to complete my senior year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This time, I am a senior with two children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;AND...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Again, this meant, I was tackling motherhood, marriage, and education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I couldn't afford childcare expenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Clay, say he wasn't going to pay the cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This meant, I had to resort to others to help me...NOT my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I found care for them, however, in two different locations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The oldest stayed in an area called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nice town&lt;/span&gt; and my youngest in Logan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Neither areas were near where we resided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So again, I traveled via public transportation to drop off my children to their care providers so that I may complete my last year of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sidebar*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Clay, had an automobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My children don't know this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We resided near a highway over path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Walking distance, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;...it's about a seven minute walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It was a wintry night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Clay doing the usual, hanging out with the guys at the local go-go spots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My depression had manifested itself into a physical pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The knot formed first in my throat and traveled to the inside of my stomach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The knot had become so intense...I couldn't stand up straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The pain medicine would rid the demon out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It became unbearable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I wanted to rid it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I didn't know what else to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Pray to God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;At this time, I believed in no God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;How could he allow me so much pain at such an early life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;There can't be a God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And I, can't take this life of pain, no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I walked...me and my two children to the highway over path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;They were so sweet, so trusting, so in love with their mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And we walked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Me and my Sweets....walked in the wintry night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We arrived...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;((tears))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We climbed over the rail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;((more tears))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;They had so much trust in me.....((tears))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I had both in my arms....kissing and expressing my love, my back supported to the bridge railings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm ready to end this life of pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Someone, no, something whispered in my ear....the left one to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It was the sweetest sound I've ever heard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I was told.................................................................If not for you....then for your children.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;That was the greatest gift...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I adopted the voice as my Guardian Angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;He/She has giving me a will to fight and stay alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Live, Love, Protect, Educate, Nurture, MY CHILDREN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=5884446628327454389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/5884446628327454389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/5884446628327454389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/09/going-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' 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style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sidebar*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Clay and I are divorced since May 6, 2007&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He refuses to pay child support for our children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;September 2, 2008, I received a telephone call from Clay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hello Judy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Are you taking the children to their practice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I have some monies for the children to help with their back to school supplies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh, okay..thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I then expressed the conversation with the children...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Off to practice we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm a little embarrassed to say this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I expected to much from him...when I should have known better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We arrived...and Clay handed me forty dollars with a serious face....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(mild toned)...Clay, what do you expect me to do with forty dollars...we have four children in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Well that is when The Monkey showed his ugly face....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Our oldest daughter went and asked for an additional twenty dollars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and explosive he became.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Spitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vulgar&lt;/span&gt; ignorance..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Judy..this...Judy...that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dad...Please stop...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dad...(children screaming)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when The Monkey became known to us by another name...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I'm not Dad....call me Mr. Beast!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-3645570905753210545?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-622826063832193011</id><published>2008-08-11T13:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:32:52.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;What do you mean...he never had time for anyone but you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Just that...Clay, never got involved in the raising...and/or.....nurturing of our children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So, my role was/is...to be both mommy and daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I enjoyed all of it...the best thing I ever had in life was/are my children. I only wish I could have given them a better father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We think back...my heart smiles....They needed me a much as I them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We did everything together....((laughing))....everything...from:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sunday Service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Roller Skating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ice Skating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Recreational walks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dinners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Weekend Getaways...those where the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Football &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cheer leading&lt;/span&gt; practice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dance Lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;School trips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Picnics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Shore visits.....we did it all....and us only...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Clay never had anytime for us......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He did however, have time for the adult entertainment...((sigh)).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-622826063832193011?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/622826063832193011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=622826063832193011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/622826063832193011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/622826063832193011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-me.html' title='For Me...'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-1865002765853471280</id><published>2008-07-17T15:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:04:37.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hard Work..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Moving forward.........My second child has arrived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;This child also is cherished by me.....I plan to love, cherish, protect, and educate this child just the same as my first...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But my relationship, it was already in trouble....I'm going to hang in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My children need both parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;This will work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If you work hard for the relationship, anything is possible, Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Let me tell you, it truly isn't easy when someone has no respect for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Clay, he never respected me as his wife nor mother of his children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Clay....can you watch the children so i can go to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;No....I have to work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But, what about me, I dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My work is more important then your dreams, Judy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If I don't go to work or have any plans, I'll watch them for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;See.........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I realized early, my responsibilities within this marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He being the man, meant................He made all the rules and I had to abide by them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I alone, parented our children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I was given a twenty dollars a week allowance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I couldn't work or go to school, if it interfered with his plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He on the other hand.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He left out the house seven days a week, faithfully at 5:30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He hangs out and gets drunk with his friends, seven days a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Clay, are you going to church with us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;No, not this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Can you go with us to the movies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Can you take us to the beach?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Can you go to the birthday party with us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;No, I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Would you like to bike ride with us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Can we go out to dinner tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;No money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;had time for us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;HE DID, However...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;For me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-1865002765853471280?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1865002765853471280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=1865002765853471280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/1865002765853471280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/1865002765853471280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/07/it.html' title='It&apos;s Hard Work..'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-9092025245956818874</id><published>2008-06-30T13:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:15:43.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Well I used to blame it on everyone else...Maybe, it was much easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But, I'm going to tell you anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So my baby and I moved in with Clay....I'm also two months pregnant again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I was excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My child/children would grow up with a two parent household.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;They will experience life differently from my childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;How about this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;After the first week of us moving in, Clay had abandoned my child and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He just up and left us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;GONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;No phone call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;No letter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;No explanation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Nothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Gone missing for two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Where did he go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Clay had went back to Clark, his ex-wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Til this day...I still don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So two weeks later, Clay decided to come back home...oh, by the way, Clay had moved us into his house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Without any explanation as to why he just up and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He returned with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seagrams&lt;/span&gt; gin in hand..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Welcome Back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-9092025245956818874?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/9092025245956818874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=9092025245956818874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/9092025245956818874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/9092025245956818874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/problems.html' title='The Problems'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-6619733507242863498</id><published>2008-06-29T19:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:46:29.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Well let's just say....it wasn't sweet and tasty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I learnt what my responsibilities where/are in our marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He was are ruler...and I was the child with the children..((Laughing out loud))..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The children and I were an annoyance..how about and intereferes...Oh...oh....a nuisance, that he couldn't pay to rid of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Why say that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Our marriage started off completely wrong...I was a teenage mom..young and vulnerable..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vulnerable&lt;/span&gt; due to my home with grand mom..We struggled through the years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Raised without heat, hot water, and a stove..((laughing again))...since i first took residency there..Don't get me wrong...I'm not complaining...I know it was the best she could do, due to her financial situation and without any support from either parent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Being that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm a teenage mom....I wanted better for my child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I wanted to raise " Proper". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, RIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I wanted her to feel the warmth of a home in the winter...to take hot showers.....to prepare her meals on the stove......and for her to be comfortable bringing her friends home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It's obvious, Fred and I aren't going to be together....He's up at that school carrying on....Sometimes he comes home...most times he didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So I meant my husband, Clay....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Like i said earlier....I knew his family for years...He and Clark had divorced...I never looked at him like, someone I would be with..dang....he's much older than I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I mean.....When I was thirteen, his first child was born..and by the time i reached fifteen...his second child was born..These two lovely ladies..would eventually become my stepdaughters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So as I started....he was much older then me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I don't know what happened...and how we started dating...I was actually attracted to his friend Wayne, who at the time was closer in age...he was only three years older..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But, Wayne didn't ask me out, Clay did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He watched me put, my child into her father's car on a Friday evening....yup...my baby was leaving me for the weekend..Clay witnessed this event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hey Judy....looks like your child has left ..is she gone for the weekend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh...so, what you going to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Just relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Well, why don't you let me take you to the movies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ummmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Saturday, we ended up at the movies....and we where together ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We get pregnant...I move in with him...and these began to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;From the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;, I new something wasn't right. But, I'm again with child...I want my children to grow up with two parents....I can make this work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It wasn't an easy task..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He was an alcoholic and a drug abuser when we first met........NO, I didn't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I mean, now thinking back, I can see..before he and I started dating. Clay and his co-workers met on my block every evening after work. Before they left, everyone had an bottle of beer and some  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Seagram's&lt;/span&gt; gin. It was pretty cool...they all seemed to be having fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I didn't realize until later, that this was the beginning of our problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-6619733507242863498?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6619733507242863498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=6619733507242863498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/6619733507242863498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/6619733507242863498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-marriage.html' title='My Marriage'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-5402063563281141748</id><published>2008-06-29T18:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:37:08.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know...I jumped the Gun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I know....I know....I'm jumping ahead some years...but, this i felt need addressing as soon a possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;How about this, I wanted to try something different...yes, i started relationship a bit backwards...so..i figured, why not...try going into one different..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I explained to this person, who, what I am..and how i got here. My reasons, well, I've been in different relationships with folk...and how about, i expressed to them the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internal&lt;/span&gt; pain..that I suffer. Does that matter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Am I still judged the same way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Do I want things to be different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I thought.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I figured, when I liked someone...be honest about who I am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;As usual....I often get hurt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Is this my punishment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I guess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I won't really understand my purpose until the day I meet my maker...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Until then....PAIN..PAIN...AND MORE PAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-5402063563281141748?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5402063563281141748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=5402063563281141748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/5402063563281141748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/5402063563281141748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-knowi-jumped-gun.html' title='I know...I jumped the Gun!'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-1265654523800243405</id><published>2008-06-27T15:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:56:46.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SGfTZHqucvI/AAAAAAAAADI/ttuHWkfyaBA/s1600-h/large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217371121840452338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SGfTZHqucvI/AAAAAAAAADI/ttuHWkfyaBA/s320/large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I NEVER MENTIONED LOVE, DID I?&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I never thought about the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I loved my husband, yes....but, not the proper way one is to love his/her spouse...I loved my husband as a member of my family...the father of my children..the provider and our security... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Now that you understand that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-1265654523800243405?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1265654523800243405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=1265654523800243405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/1265654523800243405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/1265654523800243405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/love.html' title='LOVE?'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SGfTZHqucvI/AAAAAAAAADI/ttuHWkfyaBA/s72-c/large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-4462789568331943403</id><published>2008-06-26T15:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:56:46.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Married...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SGP4PY0PdqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_0sNgj3He_A/s1600-h/ballroom2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216285736668460706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SGP4PY0PdqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_0sNgj3He_A/s320/ballroom2000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Fred and I didn't say "I Do".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I was still very much in love with him..He was a young man, that i could not get out of my system....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I did marry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;On my eighteenth birthday, I met my husband, Clay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Clay, was nine years older than I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;((Laughing to myself))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I knew Clay all my life.. are families have been entwined over the years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;His first cousin, is my God father and my aunt has children with another one of his cousin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Like I said...I knew Clay, his wife and children over the years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;At any rate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;After Clay's divorce from Clark, Clay and I started dating and I became pregnant with my second child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The happiness and love that I experienced with my first child is beyond measurement. I was thrilled to learn, I was expecting another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I finally moved out of Grand mom's house and took up residency with Clay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My second child was born...also a beautiful and precious baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I was happy to be a mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I loved my children totally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Something, is wrong with me though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh Fred...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm still in love with Fred. He and I, even though we aren't getting married, we continued a secret relationship..with the desires of getting together again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Pregnant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Yup..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm pregnant with my third child....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Fred, he also had a child on the way...his first..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;They married while she was seven months pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Funny, his wife and I gave birth in the month of February actually fourteen days apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I was crushed....He's married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I needed to make a decision. I should marry the father of my two children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Fred, is happily married and rejoicing over the birth of his first child....at least that's what everyone else sees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Clay and I got married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I married Clay for all the wrong reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I wanted my children to grow in a healthy two parent home, something I never had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I wanted the security of having a husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I wanted to feel decent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I needed to feel complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I never mentioned love, did I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-4462789568331943403?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4462789568331943403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=4462789568331943403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/4462789568331943403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/4462789568331943403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Married...'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SGP4PY0PdqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_0sNgj3He_A/s72-c/ballroom2000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-6827911386466904432</id><published>2008-06-26T14:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:15:10.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THEN........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;My first child was born...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Giving birth was truly a remarkable event filled with emotions of joyfulness, cheerfulness, and devotion.....That day changed my life forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A celebration of a new beginning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;They laid my baby on my chest..I began to cry....my baby gave me such a warm feeling in my heart, my FIRST-BORN..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My beautiful baby born to me during my senior year in high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;During the seventh month of pregnancy, the cute boy and I, after three years had broke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I meant Fred, during my senior year...and fell intensely in love..concentrate...this is when it gets a it crazy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He accepted me and my child without prejudice....it was incredible...I never new i could feel like that for anyone..I mean, I dated Spencer for three years...had a child with him and never felt the type of emotions, Fred had made me feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We were the most popular couple of school...could it be because, he was the star football player and I, a member of our cheer leading squad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm....maybe...or was it because everyone could see how much in love we were?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He was my first love....nearing the end of our senior year...Fred, proposed to me....It was so romantic...., Yes! I said YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We had we were inseparable....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Or so i thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I attended Community College, it was much easier for me with my child. Fred, he went off to college with a full football scholarship...I was so happy for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We where together every weekend, when he first left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And then.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It went to every other weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Once month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;What's wrong with this picture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We're in love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We're a family....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We were to marry in eight months..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hmmmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We never married..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-6827911386466904432?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/6827911386466904432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=6827911386466904432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/6827911386466904432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/6827911386466904432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/then.html' title='THEN........'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-2786429565354916482</id><published>2008-06-24T10:14:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:28:36.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Along...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;In my junior high school years, I often wished to be invisible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It was during this time...that I started to notice the boys, even thought some were attractive. However, they didn't notice me....the same way....(smiling)...I was such a tomboy....sure...we played great together....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Why not, I could run as fast as them....climb trees......hideout under the cars.....venture through the woods....skipped rocks at the creek...I would even played football.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So, why didn't they see me the same way I saw them.......((laughing))..yeah right...you know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I hadn't even started puberty until I was fourteen...Yes! Not even a breast development......imagine that...only 4ft'6" in height and weighing 89lbs...with my two famous cornrows...((laughing))..would you notice me,when everyone else has begun to blossom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So as it was, I stayed invisible the entire time through out my junior high school years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;NOW....High School.....Whoa......by the tenth grade...I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to love my life...I yearned to be apart of things that caught my interest....from my studies in horticulture to the in clicks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The boys....wow...the boys they started to recognize me.......it's about time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;In the month of October, in my ninth grade year...um.....just before my birthday.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sitting in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; History class.......this boy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OM Gosh&lt;/span&gt;....he's one of the most popular guys in school.....well, he slipped me an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;envelope&lt;/span&gt;..A birthday card.....Wow! I can't believe it....a guy...a card...I'm getting attention...someone likes me.....hearted beating...hands clammy...and tongue tied..I didn't know what to say....Anyway, I opened the card........read the note and remember it stating.....here's my number, call me anytime....I could have screamed.......Someone honestly saw me.....I'm no longer invisible....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Did you ask, if I liked him....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sure I did..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I thought he was CUTE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He had STYLE..always wore a baseball cap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coordinated&lt;/span&gt; with his clothing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Had a CAR..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And HE WAS APART OF THE IN CROWD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;What else is there to like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Taking you back some....in a previous entry, I stated, I was a victim of abuse...Oh, you thought, I was only the victim of abuse through someone e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lse's&lt;/span&gt; hand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;NOPE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Not always..This was the beginning of my self abuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You see, again, I realized as an adult, what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; become...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I began a relationship with the young man...he and I dated for three years. I enjoyed my new life...stylish clothing....being apart of a group....and having someone show interest in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It all came with a price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It came...the do or die moment in my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I lost my mental virginity in the eleventh grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Wasn't ready....wasn't interest...but, he consistently over the years spoke about it....I was afraid, if I didn't give in....I would loose so much more....((&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to say this....but, it was...what it was))..yes, I fell under peer pressure...Today, I've forgiven myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-2786429565354916482?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/2786429565354916482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=2786429565354916482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/2786429565354916482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/2786429565354916482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/moving-along.html' title='Moving Along...'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-7719664628554375891</id><published>2008-06-20T17:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:38:49.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;In life everyone suffers from growing pains...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;They help to define us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My childhood, did exactly that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It brought about Judy Jackson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Judy was the complete opposite of who i was/am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;you see, i am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Warmhearted&lt;br /&gt;Fun&lt;br /&gt;Loving&lt;br /&gt; I have a huge sense of wit&lt;br /&gt;I believe smiles and laughter is the secret to enjoy life to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;I’m easy to chat with&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving&lt;br /&gt;I has ethics  and value&lt;br /&gt;I like to treat folk the way I would like to be treated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Affectionate&lt;br /&gt;Friendly&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A virgin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Like i said, Judy was the complete opposite...she on the other hand was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Defensive&lt;br /&gt;Boring&lt;br /&gt;Cold&lt;br /&gt;Unimportant&lt;br /&gt;Insignificant&lt;br /&gt;Reserved&lt;br /&gt;Shameless&lt;br /&gt;Loose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Promiscuous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-7719664628554375891?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7719664628554375891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=7719664628554375891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/7719664628554375891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/7719664628554375891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/growing.html' title='Growing....'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-9089157806678909825</id><published>2008-06-19T19:59:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:56:46.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFwZMtqSJzI/AAAAAAAAACo/qlbj3haNh9Q/s1600-h/ksjljsksjlksj.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFsCj3FPG9I/AAAAAAAAABA/hLKHnk51A4E/s1600-h/l_2bfeb877154d430ccc90bcdf898a113033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I am a mother of six children, one grandchild and one on the way, in less then three months....I would do completely anything in my might to safeguard my children.. I mean anything....It's both my satisfaction and duty....I always thought, this was or should be the case for most mothers and fathers, correct?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The fortunate part for my children, I live my life to love, educate, and protect them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;What is unfortunate....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;This wasn't the case in my childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So my mother sent G and I to grand mom's house to live...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I told you the reasons why in the last entry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;That wasn't the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Grand mom, allowed my uncle (who is no kin to her) to come and go through her door anytime he wanted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Do you understand what i just said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;She allowed my rapist, my uncle, to come and go as he pleased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;What about me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Why would she allow this to happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Why didn't she give me what all grandmother's are suppose to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Where was mine grandmother who offers;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Care&lt;br /&gt;Warmth&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Fairness&lt;br /&gt;Sweetness&lt;br /&gt;Patience&lt;br /&gt;Spunk&lt;br /&gt;Support&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Compassion&lt;br /&gt;healing touch&lt;br /&gt;wisdom&lt;br /&gt;and security?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;No....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Once i took residency at grand mom's, the rape had ceased...he no longer touched me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Knowing what happened to me....knowing how he used me.....knowing how my innocence was stolen....i grew up as a protector...i felt the need to watch his every move over the years...protecting all my little cousins..threatening him with evil glares....uttering belligerent words...expressing to him, I'll kill you if you touch one of these girls....this is how i grew through the years..in grand mom's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-9089157806678909825?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/9089157806678909825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=9089157806678909825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/9089157806678909825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/9089157806678909825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/because.html' title='Because.......'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-702245676755378434</id><published>2008-06-18T17:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:10:09.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Your probably asking yourself...why would i ask that question....does my Grandmother love me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;First,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm not bashing her...i appreciate all that she has given to me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We...my brother and I could have ended up in a foster home...raised without knowing our family..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My concern, well...my mother made a decision to place my brother and I into our grandmothers care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Why do you think she (mommy) sent us there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My mom sent us to grand mom's house for security....placing us within healing hands..sending us to someone who shows compassion....one who was patient...one who was full of wisdom....sweet and loving....That's Why.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-702245676755378434?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/702245676755378434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=702245676755378434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/702245676755378434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/702245676755378434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-wonder.html' title='Why wonder'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-8217007894245519702</id><published>2008-06-18T11:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:02:22.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Mom's House...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grand mom's&lt;/span&gt; house was just around the corner from mommy's home....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If my mommy was in her backyard, i could see her from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grand mom's&lt;/span&gt; front porch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Every night, we cried for our mother..we wanted badly to be with her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;She was an excellent mother..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I don't blame her for what happened to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I feel guilt, for what has become of her...Mommy was a happy, vibrate, loving, intelligent, playful, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ambitious&lt;/span&gt; woman...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Now, we don't have a close relationship with her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;G and I are constant reminders of her failed past....She, til this day, still can't handle seeing us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We grew up with grand mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I loved my grandmother...I still love her...I've always wondered thou, how much did/does she love me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-8217007894245519702?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/8217007894245519702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=8217007894245519702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/8217007894245519702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/8217007894245519702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/grandmoms-house_18.html' title='Grand Mom&apos;s House...'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-504945507331823334</id><published>2008-06-18T11:32:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:36:33.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How would you describe your Grand mom....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Tell me...what comes to mind, when someone mentions, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GRAND MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;How would you describe your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grand mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Would you say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Caring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Peaceful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Loving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Delicate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Great Cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Chubby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Patient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Organized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Spunky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Supportive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Non Judgmental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Charitable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Forgiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Compassionate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Blessed with a healing touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sweet Spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Full of wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Your security?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-504945507331823334?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/504945507331823334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=504945507331823334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/504945507331823334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/504945507331823334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/grandmoms-house.html' title='How would you describe your Grand mom....'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-248833947455205315</id><published>2008-06-17T14:45:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:38:33.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UNTIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Now...at the age of seven....i was allowed to have my very first sleepover...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whoopi&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm truly a big girl now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Her name was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....she was my blessing...our friendship changed my life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;a girl playmate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;a best friend....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We went to school everyday together...played in the playground...come home and play some more....she resided in the apartments next to my house.....her apartment complex and my home shared a common walk way...we would cut through the common area to reach each other's place of residence....((smilining))....she was my first best friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and as fate has left me....my first and only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mom.....can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stay over for the weekend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;her mom says its okay...if it's okay with you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Why not...of course she can stay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;That night, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I went to my room and played until we were exhausted...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; slept on my bottom bunk and i on my big girl's top bunk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Like clock work..my uncle's shadow of him and the folded chair, reached my bedroom door before first....i was prepared...it's what I'm used to...No...i didn't cry....just wanted it over so i may go to sleep...i hated when he wakes me up..I'd rather wait up for him..and then go to sleep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I got a break...i was able to sleep..my uncle didn't use his chair for me tonight...he stayed on the bottom bunk with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...i was pleased....i slept peaceful for the first time in my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Great Rest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The next morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mom, where is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....where is she...i can't find her anywhere....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Judy, she went home late last night....is there anything you want to tell me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;NO...Is something wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;YES...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;WHAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, left the house running late last night..her mother called and said that Maury (my uncle) had rapped her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Does Maury touch you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Does Maury touch you in your private areas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Yes, mom....all the time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;How does he touch you Judy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He uses his mouth and his toy to put me to sleep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mommy, my stepfather touches me too...he tells me he wants me to be a good girl...He would separate my brother and I with his paddle....Judy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;go to&lt;/span&gt; the bathroom....you've been bad...your going to be taught how to be a good girl...in the bathroom, my stepfather, would put himself inside of me, while bended over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt;...i was made to cry loud so G would become a good boy too.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My Mommy, she went crazy hearing this....she tried to kill her brother..she went after his tail with every and anything she could get her hands on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Now, I've lost her totally....she was unable to handle reality since that day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My brother, G and I, had to move with our paternal grandmother....Mommy, was institutionalized....and now to current date classified as a paranoid schizophrenic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-248833947455205315?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/248833947455205315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=248833947455205315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/248833947455205315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/248833947455205315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/until.html' title='UNTIL'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-7830206110184124349</id><published>2008-06-16T11:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:56:47.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The new bedroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFsA41WK90I/AAAAAAAAAA4/th6VxtRKv_0/s1600-h/untitled6612.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213761970004227906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFsA41WK90I/AAAAAAAAAA4/th6VxtRKv_0/s320/untitled6612.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My new bedroom consisted of; bunk bed, toy box, very own closet, nightstand, and a lamp. Of course, i slept on the top bunk...why? because, I'm exercising my big girl rights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;These started out to be peaceful nights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;As i remember, the first of many visits to my room...my uncle's shadow with folded chair in arm, would reach my doorway first...it began with fondling...gropping....rubbing....kissing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thinking back on this and trying to described the events makes me nauseated....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but, i choose to get through this. Like i said...it started with those things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;WHAT??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Of course, i didn't like it....and no, i didn't know it was wrong...i never spoke of my nightly visits from my uncle to anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When the molestation started...i believe, he was sixteen..when he began to penetrate me....i believe he was seventeen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I know...(sighing)..I remember the first night very well....it was very painful and disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He teared into me and poured white gue inside of me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i hate it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;don't put that in me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i don't like how that feels...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;get that gue off me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;STOP!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;He never listened..............................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sadly to say...this happened to me for five more years, i recall almost on a nightly basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-7830206110184124349?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/7830206110184124349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=7830206110184124349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/7830206110184124349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/7830206110184124349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-bedroom.html' title='The new bedroom'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFsA41WK90I/AAAAAAAAAA4/th6VxtRKv_0/s72-c/untitled6612.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-5246546438944012818</id><published>2008-06-11T18:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:59:19.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It All Began...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Our home consisted of, mom, dad, younger brother and myself. My mother had me at the age of fifteen years old, while my father was nineteen. They married when i was one year old. My younger brother G, and I are eleven months apart. Every year of our lives, we share an age for exactly thirty days. It's funny....during this time, we consider ourselves to be twins. When G was born, he and i shared the same bedroom until i turned two. I'm a big girl now! Yup, i moved into my very own bedroom....just next door to my baby brother's. I remember this being an awesome time for me....being able to spread my toys. Tell me, what child wouldn't be excited? Good things come to an end, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-5246546438944012818?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/5246546438944012818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=5246546438944012818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/5246546438944012818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/5246546438944012818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-all-began.html' title='It All Began...'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-1357256662232286588</id><published>2008-06-10T12:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:39:10.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At the young age of.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;At the young age of two years old....Judy, began her existence. It's only as an adult that i realize who, why, and what she was to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You see, I lived a life of abuse....and I couldn't understand nor cope with idea of someone, something or at times even myself being abused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My story is this, share, tell, and heal..Sure i realize some of you folks will get lost....please understand, as i do appreciate your reading....i need to release myself from Judy Jackson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-1357256662232286588?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/1357256662232286588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=1357256662232286588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/1357256662232286588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/1357256662232286588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-young-age-of.html' title='At the young age of.....'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-4348097899647261083</id><published>2008-06-10T12:01:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:39:28.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... began to exist in 1973........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-4348097899647261083?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4348097899647261083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=4348097899647261083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/4348097899647261083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/4348097899647261083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/she.html' title='SHE....'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-3065951417691638371</id><published>2008-06-09T13:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:57:37.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the Beginning.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I remember as young child, i....we....my brother and I, were so full of life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;((smiling as i remember))....we were then and still are very close to one another....we learnt how to have fun with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; nothing but paper, rocks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scissors&lt;/span&gt;, dirt, crayons, sweatshirts, you name it...we used it...creative minds at play.Paper...((laughing))..well, with this...we did many things...from; paper hats, paper footballs, paper masks and designing our best paper snowflake.&lt;br /&gt;Rocks, were used to challenge how far we could kick them..How about this one...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure many have attempted this in there lifetime..MUD PIES!...sure you have....well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure those of you who are nearing my age and older has....are you wondering how the sweatshirts fit in...well, lets just say, we tie them around our necks to become our favorite superhero...((smiling))..he was always batman and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wonder woman&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are some of the pleasant memories of my childhood....the ones i cradle in my heart....&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SHE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-3065951417691638371?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/3065951417691638371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=3065951417691638371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/3065951417691638371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/3065951417691638371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/remembering-beginning.html' title='Remembering the Beginning.....'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248077969338930369.post-4843073801603716670</id><published>2008-06-09T12:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:56:47.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my world of chaos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSmez8N-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/CsxNaluwrcE/s1600-h/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212937020996597730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSmez8N-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/CsxNaluwrcE/s320/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SE1eIV2_Y0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/4xsuGu7-2OQ/s1600-h/l_649e64063d448a392b3dc98e07ec5700.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I understand if at times we loose each other...I'm going to try very hard to keep us all on the same page....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The purpose of this blog, is to free Ms. Jackson from her world of chaos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm sure that their are many who can relate to her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;This is her outlet and eventually her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;let go&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It's nearing her time to have some peace after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chaos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248077969338930369-4843073801603716670?l=judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/feeds/4843073801603716670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248077969338930369&amp;postID=4843073801603716670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/4843073801603716670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248077969338930369/posts/default/4843073801603716670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyjacksonschaos.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-to-my-world-of-chaos.html' title='Welcome to my world of chaos....'/><author><name>Judy Jackson's Chaos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17323954233289977458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSMt43KDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/c-JCKXkT_r8/S220/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__r8bDtriI_U/SFgSmez8N-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/CsxNaluwrcE/s72-c/l_013d252ee34173b9129346ea51c530292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
