I heard this saying "Everybody has a story...be proud of yours." today and had to take it to heart. A couple of weeks ago, I reunited with my best friend from grade school (Bladensburg Elementary). Glynis got to pay us a visit and my kids were shocked to even think that I had friends in school. Glynis told my kids how I was bullied by this girl in school on a daily basis (really it was only 2nd or 3rd grade until middle of 5th grade). I did forget one important fact in all of that, which was most of the adult teachers were afraid of her and she beat up our 5th grade teacher.
Any hoo...she never put her hands one, just nagged and picked on me and Michael, a special education student. One thing I knew then was that I was on her bad side, because I defended Michael, which ultimately means I took a stand...I had a conviction about something...not bad for 2nd grader.
After her visit, I thought maybe I didn't want my kids to know that I had been bullied, but it is what it is.
I'm barely in the pciture...see the red sleeved girl...that's me, fourth grade birthday celebration right after our CHRISTMAS play...not Holiday play.
Earlier this week, I connected with a good, GOOD friend from college. She told me how she uses our friendship to teach her Sunday school class. How she hung out with me at the parties to make sure I made it home safely because of all the drinking & drugs. Yes, I was known to down a fifth of Jack Daniels (Black Label only) almost everyday. At first I was embarassed by those memories, but I was glad to report to her that those days were short lived and now I barely can hold down a glass of wine. My life changed, because I made better, BETTER choices. So...that's my story and I'm proud of it.