Living up to expectations
I guess I should start by telling you a little bit about myself, my family and our lives. I'm Audrey, I have four sons, Matthew who is almost 25, married to Alyssa, and they have my grandson Landon, Travis who is 23 and engaged to Falicitie, who is supposedly pregnant, again, Brent who is 19, still I'm school to get his diploma so he can join the army and fulfill his lifelong dream, and my youngest Skylar who just turned 17 and came out to me as gay a few months ago. I am in a loving relationship with Russell and he has two children that live with us, Paytience is 8 and Russell Jr (who we just call junior) is 7.
I was employed full time at my dream job until two weeks ago. My neurologist made me quit due to unexplained blackouts and seizures. Russell works for a towing company that provides services through AAA. He is basically on call 24/7. I live life daily with a myriad of health problems. I am totally unashamed to admit that I am bipolar, I have OCD, severe back issues from a car accident many years ago, restless leg syndrome and severe insomnia. This is just a very shortened list of my ongoing issues.
My intention with this blog is to share all the wonderful, happy things that happen in my life as well as all the hardships and downfalls that I may encounter. I m going to be fully candid about my feelings, my experiences, my trials, my adventures and my emotions.
In our home we have several members living here, myself, Russell, Travis, Skylar, Paytience, and Junior. Travis refuses to get a job and work even though he's engaged and supposedly going to be a father. I'm not impressed and I am honestly tired of supporting him. We have a cat, Onyx, Travis dog, Bear and his cat Fluffy, a hedgehog, Pudge, and three bearded dragons, Hiccup, Astrid and Toothless. I am hoping someday to have a dog, sugar gliders and a chameleon. We live in a very tiny house that isn't the greatest, it's far too small and has a lot of issues that really need fixed. It isn't safe to walk down the basement stairs even though that's where the washer and dryer are, the roof leaks terribly and has made our stove unsafe to use, and in the whole house we have a closet. My living room is technically the dining room, my bedroom is techni ally the living room and there's no way for my bedroom to be upstairs. The stairs are literally almost a vertical climb, and very narrow, and every wall upstairs is angled so getting a queen bed up there is not happening, yes, we tried. The walls in every room up there are hobbit height and very weirdly angled.
Russell moved in with me, Skylar, Travis and Falicitie back in January of this year. In February we were asked to take his two youngest for the weekend and his stepson (yes, Russell is technically married right now but his divorce has been filed and is pending), because of his job I had to drive to Indianapolis to pick the three of them up, never having met them. I picked them up on a Friday and their mom was supposed to get them on Monday but on Sunday night she asked if they could stay until Friday and we were okay with that except them missing school, of only we knew, and when Thursday rolled around we gained three members into the house. So in February we had 8 people living in a very small house. We had to kick Travis and Falicitie out because they refused to get jobs, help around the house and thought we needed to pay for everything they wanted. The kids have been with us except for two weeks in August because their mom was going to lose all the state benefits that she receives for the kids that she does not have living with her. (More on mom soon) They were gone for two weeks and two days before we were asked to take them back. The step son had been asked to leave our home about two weeks prior to the kids mom taking them for that time. We tried to give him a safe place to be but he wouldn't do the one chore he was asked to do and he demanded that he be paid over $100 a week to help watch his brother and sister while his step father and I worked long hours.
"The mom", Tanya is the kids mom. She is a drug addict and up until October had been homeless, couch surfing and stealing to survive. She is very sporatic about when and if she'll talk to the two youngest. She had them for two days during Easter break, they didn't sleep, it was cold and they walked the streets of Indy all day and sat up in gas stations all night to stay warm. Since February when the kids came to live with us I can count on my hand the number of times she's attempted to contact the kids, it's pretty much always me trying to get ahold of her for the kids. Paytience turned 8 on August 25th, Tanya never bothered to call and talk to her all day, not a word until her aunt came to our home to drive them to Indy because they were supposed to be going back to live with her even though she was homeless at the time. At 9pm that night she finally acknowledged Paytience birthday. Like I said we got them back two weeks and two days later. Junior turned 7 on November 9th, Tanya never tried to contact him until after she knew he'd be in bed. Two weeks prior to his birthday I tried calling her and her boyfriend's messenger several times but she never answered and never tried to call back. Tanya knows that one of our rules is that she can't call at or after bedtime and talk to the kids, she knows bedtime is 7pm, she called at 7:45pm. It's a week later and she still hasn't tried to contact them. We can't allow the kids to visit her at this time because we just found out that her live in boyfriend is a convicted child molester, yes, he's a registered sex offender and pedophile.
Russell and I have our ups and downs. I love this man more than I ever thought I could love a man. I had just gotten out of a relationship where my previous boyfriend strangled me and tried to end my life. He plead guilty to felony strangulation and was given two years probation, so I guess my life isn't worth much. He was a narcissist and tried to control my every move. He was mean to me and my youngest son and I stayed because we had no where else to go. I'mso much happier now, happier than I ever thought I deserved but admittedly a lot of times I still feel alone and like I don't matter.
Well, I've said a mouthful this morning and I'm going to end this here. I know I'll have more to add soon, so stay tuned.....
I was employed full time at my dream job until two weeks ago. My neurologist made me quit due to unexplained blackouts and seizures. Russell works for a towing company that provides services through AAA. He is basically on call 24/7. I live life daily with a myriad of health problems. I am totally unashamed to admit that I am bipolar, I have OCD, severe back issues from a car accident many years ago, restless leg syndrome and severe insomnia. This is just a very shortened list of my ongoing issues.
My intention with this blog is to share all the wonderful, happy things that happen in my life as well as all the hardships and downfalls that I may encounter. I m going to be fully candid about my feelings, my experiences, my trials, my adventures and my emotions.
In our home we have several members living here, myself, Russell, Travis, Skylar, Paytience, and Junior. Travis refuses to get a job and work even though he's engaged and supposedly going to be a father. I'm not impressed and I am honestly tired of supporting him. We have a cat, Onyx, Travis dog, Bear and his cat Fluffy, a hedgehog, Pudge, and three bearded dragons, Hiccup, Astrid and Toothless. I am hoping someday to have a dog, sugar gliders and a chameleon. We live in a very tiny house that isn't the greatest, it's far too small and has a lot of issues that really need fixed. It isn't safe to walk down the basement stairs even though that's where the washer and dryer are, the roof leaks terribly and has made our stove unsafe to use, and in the whole house we have a closet. My living room is technically the dining room, my bedroom is techni ally the living room and there's no way for my bedroom to be upstairs. The stairs are literally almost a vertical climb, and very narrow, and every wall upstairs is angled so getting a queen bed up there is not happening, yes, we tried. The walls in every room up there are hobbit height and very weirdly angled.
Russell moved in with me, Skylar, Travis and Falicitie back in January of this year. In February we were asked to take his two youngest for the weekend and his stepson (yes, Russell is technically married right now but his divorce has been filed and is pending), because of his job I had to drive to Indianapolis to pick the three of them up, never having met them. I picked them up on a Friday and their mom was supposed to get them on Monday but on Sunday night she asked if they could stay until Friday and we were okay with that except them missing school, of only we knew, and when Thursday rolled around we gained three members into the house. So in February we had 8 people living in a very small house. We had to kick Travis and Falicitie out because they refused to get jobs, help around the house and thought we needed to pay for everything they wanted. The kids have been with us except for two weeks in August because their mom was going to lose all the state benefits that she receives for the kids that she does not have living with her. (More on mom soon) They were gone for two weeks and two days before we were asked to take them back. The step son had been asked to leave our home about two weeks prior to the kids mom taking them for that time. We tried to give him a safe place to be but he wouldn't do the one chore he was asked to do and he demanded that he be paid over $100 a week to help watch his brother and sister while his step father and I worked long hours.
"The mom", Tanya is the kids mom. She is a drug addict and up until October had been homeless, couch surfing and stealing to survive. She is very sporatic about when and if she'll talk to the two youngest. She had them for two days during Easter break, they didn't sleep, it was cold and they walked the streets of Indy all day and sat up in gas stations all night to stay warm. Since February when the kids came to live with us I can count on my hand the number of times she's attempted to contact the kids, it's pretty much always me trying to get ahold of her for the kids. Paytience turned 8 on August 25th, Tanya never bothered to call and talk to her all day, not a word until her aunt came to our home to drive them to Indy because they were supposed to be going back to live with her even though she was homeless at the time. At 9pm that night she finally acknowledged Paytience birthday. Like I said we got them back two weeks and two days later. Junior turned 7 on November 9th, Tanya never tried to contact him until after she knew he'd be in bed. Two weeks prior to his birthday I tried calling her and her boyfriend's messenger several times but she never answered and never tried to call back. Tanya knows that one of our rules is that she can't call at or after bedtime and talk to the kids, she knows bedtime is 7pm, she called at 7:45pm. It's a week later and she still hasn't tried to contact them. We can't allow the kids to visit her at this time because we just found out that her live in boyfriend is a convicted child molester, yes, he's a registered sex offender and pedophile.
Russell and I have our ups and downs. I love this man more than I ever thought I could love a man. I had just gotten out of a relationship where my previous boyfriend strangled me and tried to end my life. He plead guilty to felony strangulation and was given two years probation, so I guess my life isn't worth much. He was a narcissist and tried to control my every move. He was mean to me and my youngest son and I stayed because we had no where else to go. I'mso much happier now, happier than I ever thought I deserved but admittedly a lot of times I still feel alone and like I don't matter.
Well, I've said a mouthful this morning and I'm going to end this here. I know I'll have more to add soon, so stay tuned.....
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