There's a Chip on my Shoulder

♪♫There's a chip on my shoulder And it's big as a boulder With the chance I've been given I'm gonna be driven as hell♪♫ -Legally Blonde

I thought I was really serious about school but I'm finding I need to study more, put more into my school. So starting right after this post I'm going to invest more time into my studies.
Another thing I would like to tell you about my husbands birthday is next month. I never make a big deal about my birthday but I love making a big deal out of his.

I don't know what to do for his birthday. I have tickets to go see a muscial but I'm not sure if that is something HE would be interested in. I thought it would be fun to go stay in a hotel but not sure if he should miss another Sunday. Maybe I could ask off work for the Friday before it too so we could stay the night Friday night. hmmm... I got some time but I would like to start planning now.

Anyway.

I left off my parents planning a wedding.

At about 5 months things started to take a turn. My dads father had leukemia and the stress and financial bills to the hospital was putting a lot of weight on my fathers shoulders. At this point my mother was feeling really bad for being pregnant before being married and went to her best friend Ken and told him that she wanted to make sure they were still friends. They spent some time together and Pat was understanding about it and didn't seem to mind all he wanted was for her to be happy. Ken came back with flowers and milk duds and told my mom that he didn't just wanted to be friends that he loved her. She was deeply confused. Some things happened and my father got really upset and sad because he knew he was losing my mother, including my father punching a wall. My father viewed it as love and loyalty and my mother viewed it as being over protective and possessive. Neither was wrong or right, they were both very young.

Needless to say, my parents broke up. Ken and my mom did not immediately become an item but they did date. They met on the capital building and ate milk duds.

At this point my mother did not know what to do as far as me. When she first became pregnant she did think about abortion but what the idea left just as fast it came. She knew that wasn't an option. She wanted to see me grow up and raise me with my biological father. But now, now she wasn't with my father anymore and she needed to figure out if she was going to keep me or not.