Good Morning Fellow Readers:
After a year at KSU, I decided it wasn't for me and I was on academic probation because I didnt want to be there. I still wanted to be up in the mountains working at the Y. The reason I was partying all of the time was because I was rebelling and I was starting to become more iradic in my thoughts.
When the fall of 1980 rolled around I was enrolled in the Manhattan Area VOTECH in their secretarial program and I was still partying heavliy on weekends. I knew that being a secratery was not for me, but I stuck it out for a year. I really wanted to be a horse breeder and a journalist and author so that I could afford to breed, rasie, and train, Egytian bred, blue list, Arabian Horses. if I had the money I would still like to do that. It is a dream of mine to be an writer and horse breeder.
In the fall of 1981, my parents finally let me enroll at Dodge City Community College in their Horse Scinece Technology Program. My GPA at DC3 was aa 4.0, but I hated the instructor because he was an asshole and was abusive to the high dollar horses at the barn. Ii couldn't tollerate it so my drinking really started picking up and my room mate introduced me to weed. By this time, the interior pain in my head was getting unbearable and I didnt know what to know about it so I self medicated with alcohol and weed.
I dropped out of of DC3 mid term second semester because I couldn't take it any longer. I had had enough of watching the instructor beating the horses. I walked out an went to work at Ford County Feed lot. I was the only female on the lot part of the lot. I worked in the hospital doctoring sick cattle and riding pens. I worked there for four months and partied hardy while I was working there.
It was at that time that I met my first husband and the father of my son. He was home on military emergency leave from Fort Wainwright, Alaska. The day i met him I was partying with his sister at the local bar that was located a quarter mile out of the town of Ford because the town was dry. It did take long before we were in love or what I thought was love and one night we were drunk of out asses and we slept together and I conceived my son on that night. My ex husband was a hard core alcoholic and I was on the way to being one myself.
He went back to Alaska after a month and a few months later I flew up there and married him to give the baby a last name and because I thought that I was in love with him. we lived in a nomadic state and after a few months I went back to Manhattan (I didn't drink or smoke while I was pregnant) and lived with my parents. I had my son at Erwin Army Hospital on Fort Riley.
I was in labor for 36 hours and dilated only four centimeters so they had to take my son by emergency C-section. I was in ICU for three days before I got to see my son. God blessed me with a healthy 9 lb 2 oz baby boy. MY ex husband only saw his son in pictures. He was too busy drinking and partying in AK to even care about us. whenmy son was nine months old, I divorced his father.
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