--Elite Writer Alias: jessie thomas Name: Jessie Thomas Flippo ASL: 24/F/Alabama Bio: [ Quick Bio ] Website:[ Education ] Days Away: 612 Life Story: Love life [ Ignore User ]
Favorites: 81 Forum Posts: 13 Shoutbox Posts: 12 RP Posts: 0 Signup Date: 4716 D 12.92 Years 1.29 Decades 157.2 Months 673.71 Weeks 4.716000e+8 Heart Beats -There you go eggman Quote: "Raising a child is like taking care of someone who's on way too many shrooms, while you are on a moderate amount. I am not confident in my decisions, but I know you shouldn't be eating a mouse pad."
So it has been about six years since I have posted a journal entry.. Or really since I have frequented this website at all. I check in every now and again but I haven't submitted anything in a very long time. (Not that I imagine anyone except for Jaz is reading this lol) In the short version: I graduated and moved in with a man nineteen years my senior. We were together for four years. Two of them good. The relationship came to an end after about a year of mental and emotional abuse that finally became physical. After he broke my nose and gave me a black eye, I left. I was more lost and ashamed than I ever thought I could be. I reconnected with an old friend who became more of a lover. We were determined to keep our relationship friendly and physical with no emotional ties. He slowly helped me to see that I have the power to be exactly who I want to be and that I can be accepted and appreciated for that. A year and a half later we were married. We had a beautiful wedding with a proper and traditional ceremony and a silly (all-be-it scourching) reception that fulfilled every dream I never even knew I had on the subject. Shortly after we stated trying to get pregnant. It took four months and I realized we had been successful. I knew before I even took the test. Nine months later (really like seven but you know..) I was laying in bed and my water broke. We went to the hospital. My water broke again (cause that's how I do) and at 8:27 PM, 12 hours after my water broke, I got to meet my baby boy. Atlas Link Flippo. The last six months of being a mother have been the hardest of my life. It goes without saying, I feel, that I love him more than I knew I could. When he smiles at me it makes me happy in a way that I never knew existed.
When he was 6 weeks old I went back to work. I started working with family so I could bring him with me. So now I am working 45 hours a week in a job and a town that I hate. All of the worst, most horrible things that happened to me have happened in this town. I stopped breast feeding shortly after I started working. The combination of events sent me deep into post partum depression. After four months of trying to pull myself together I have finally been making changes that are making me feel better and happier. I am trying to reconnect with my passions: music and writing. So here I am.
Sorry... did I say short version?