Well I figured that I would write down how I got to where I am today. (Yes I get very bored at work)
My parents divorced when I was 2. My dad was an alcoholic and I very rarely saw him. My mom packed our things and ran he was mentally and physically abusive towards her. She was just happy to the hell out of there. He hardly paid anything for CS. My visitation with him was suppose to be every Sunday. But when he shows up drunk at 10am my mom would obviously not allow me to go. Why she didn't call the cops on the dead beat is beyond me. As time went by I got old and eventually started going for a Saturday night, mainly cause he had a girlfriend and she pushed it. But to say the least he was one of those "Hollywood" dads bought me whatever junk food crap I wanted. When I was 16 he started buying my friends and I smokes and booze, yes in my mind this was great, but so wrong. So really didn't have much of a relationship with him regardless. I moved there when I was 16, being the rebel, and didn't want to live under my moms rules, which weren't really that bad. But I new my rights and my dad was never home cause he worked out of town and he didn't care if I had parties and such. So anyways, through my life they have constantly bitched to me about each other. You know. I didn't know about the abuse till 10 years ago.
So I just turned 18 still living it up at my dads pretty much by myself, have a boyfriend and low and behold I'm prego, GOD DAMN PROM!!! So 18 only been dating my BF for a couple months and scared out of my wits. Tell our parents, and then all the sudden were getting married. His parents are set in some ways and that was one of them. In my 18 year, got prego, got married and had my son all in my 18 year, UGH. So we lasted till my son was about a year and half and just knew it wasn't meant to be. Well maybe me a little more then him, but still we were civil went through a mediator to divide up everything and make it all legal. I knew shared custody was in my sons best interest so we did that right off the bat. It was hard for a year between us, but nothing like I've read on here. Just more a lot of I want ya back blah blah. My ex and I have always been on good terms which is great.
So for 4 years or so had some long term boyfriends, moved to a couple different apartments and such.
Things fine between the ex and I. He got remarried to a wonderful SM to my son. I couldn't be more thankful for her. We get along and would have family meetings just to keep on the same page.
Then when my son was 5 my dad started getting his life together, quit drinking, at that point I allowed him in my and my sons life more. After 2 years of him being sober, and clean, he was in a bad spot money wise, he owned his house, no mortgage but decided that he should take early retirement, with no retirement package, whatever not my life. But I had gotten myself into a little bit of debt as well. So My son and I move to his house, to be the nice daughter. The house was always 2 apartments, top and bottom. more then big enough for us, 1000sq feet. and the rent was cheap. So after 2.5 years things going ok. My dad was in huge money trouble. So I took a mortgage to buy half the house. It's a huge country property. My name went on the dead and thinking great, this is going to be an investment for my future. 5 year mortgage to figure if I would buy the rest out or we would sell it. It was to buy time. Since moving there, I really had no interest in finding that special someone, just wanted to live life, have fun and live it up. I have a huge lifted Jeep and would go away every weekend 4wheeling. During this time after getting the mortgage things started to deteriorate between my dad and I and my son. I started seeing that controlling person that my mom warned me of. The mental abuse started, calling me fat (I weigh 125, 5'5) so hardly the case, Just mean things, my confidence started deteriorating. Thought the way my ex and I were raising my son was wrong (ya no pot to piss in there no experience whats so ever raising a child). Both my son and I started hating it there and started becoming miserable. My self esteem was lingering in the wind. And which no reason for that. I've had an extremely well paying job since I was 19, I was lucky, without schooling to get it. We've always had a good life, no lacking in food, Xmas presents, my sons spoiled, never had to ask for anything. So hating life at dads and I'm 28. Met a great guy with 3 little boys. and OMG did I fall in love with them. This was November of last year. Things were great, went to Cuba, all good. He has shared custody of the boys, ones the same age as my son (9), 5 and 2. Ya lots of baggage. The little 5 year old is a spitting image of my son. We bonded so much. But the relationship didn't last (realizing there was mental issues there)
Luckily cause my son and his son became friends, and I had his moms number, they still could hang out. And through drop offs and pick ups, I have become really good friends with the mom. Actually she is one of my best friends. Thankfully cause those boys hold a spot in the heart. Nothing better when they come over for bonfire and they come just running full force and jump in my arms and saying they miss me. That's what makes life.
So Still miserable at my dads, this little fling took the edge off for a bit. but things started going south quick with my dad. He's a mean and angry person with a tonne of resentment towards the world.
So living life day to day. I started a side business (yes network marketing) to keep me busy and out of the house, yes we were avoiding our own house. At work still have a great job, pays great but super boring. Hense I'm writing this at work.
Being that I was busy when not at work, and bored at work, thought I'd give the whole internet dating thing a shot. And out of the blue, I get a message from a guy that I new of 10 years ago. He loved across from where I worked and I thought he was just absolutely gorgeous and wow. But being that I was married at the time it was one of those well I'll watch you work on your jeep. LOL anyways so we started chatting, had a lot in common, met up pretty quick and started seeing each other.
Now this was not a fairy tale get together thing at all. He was laid off work, after getting a DUI and losing his license for 3 months. Which no excuse for drinking but his ex (mother of his little girl 2) was nagging him all day blah blah typical BM BS. so ok, I had 3 standards for what you needed for me to date you A) A job B)a license to get to job C) a vehicle you drive to your job. 3 strikes. Well there was something there and really I wanted to get to know him more. So scene each other a couple times through the week. My sisters big birthday was on the weekend, her boyfriend rented a limo and going to a club in a HUGE city. So to fill the limo 2 of my friends were coming. One of them is very much a bitch and they didn't get along from the getco and had words. and we didn't even make it in the club when he was chatting with people and she loses it and starts hitting him in public, I was mortified he called a cab and took off. I was furious. And just so you can gauge the size my BF is 6'6 and solid, my friend 5'2 and he never once retaliated he took it. (alcohol the root of everything) so that was a huge hurtle, went to the hospital the next day cause she cracked his eye socket. My parents knowing my friend took her side at first but once heard the entire story and other things that transpired through the nite (her getting physical with my sister) they saw what was happening. Continued seeing him. My parents were pissed but I didn't care. Over the months being around him more, they really realized how much of an amazing guy he is and how happy both Blair and I were spending time with him. He took my son a lot through the summer which was awesome, he really put an effort with him. And being that he was not working. We spent all our time there. My son italicize him (its ok now, he has an amazing job, license and truck) so he redeemed himself. But it was a long stretch with no job. And the first month had some much hurtles, we both figure if we made it through all that that we'd make it through whatever else life throws our way. He lives in the country renting a house (which he had a buddy renting the basement) with lots of acres, he jeeps, lots of bonfires. So through the last half year been dealing with his EX. And her little threats, restraining order against me, go for it hunny try. She tries to control everything. She was all causes of any arguments we had and probably will have. So in the meantime not being around my dad has definitely been awesome. My son and I are so happy. We recently moved with BF. And now the hurtles begin with my dad and the house. He's pretty much making it impossible to rent my part. I see getting a lawyer in the near future which I would never want to screw my dad but he used me to pay his debt off and give him money to live on. I'm torn there. All the mental abuse he's done to me. I'm starting to gain my confidence and some sense of worthiness of my self which has been a long time. Oh ya the buddy renting moved out so we have the whole house. My BF and I get along great. One glitch He has not told me he loves me. Which I have on occasion said it to him. But feel dumb that I do and its not returned. He tells me he cares a lot about me and so on. He's not a verbal person about how he feels and such. It's just scary. We've talked about it and he said every gal he's said it to it never works, and he felt he was just saying it to please her. And he wants it to be different with me. He wants to know 100% that he does. But still I'm so happy, happier then I've been in a long time. He treats me and my son awesome. My parents think he's great. He's put his foot down with BM at least for now.

Ya so that's been my life well the just of it.At least the important parts the lead me up to where I am today. And filled my time at work.