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Jen, Jenny, Jennifer? It's all the same. You pick. I'm a lower middle class woman living a loving middle class life. I had a nonfondable childhood with nonlikeable parents in a small Chicago suburban town. (Literally, the town was 2 square miles.) We moved in the summer after seventh grade, when you learn who your real friends are, to a just as small town. I went to an above average high school and got below average grades. The second I turned eighteen I moved in with my boyfriend. (Thanks Greg.) That didn't work so I moved back home for about two months. Then I moved in with my first roommate. (Thanks Tara.) I moved again a year later into my roommates boyfriends aunts house for a year or so. (Thanks Darren.) Then I got my first all by my lonesome apartment. A roach motel in a roach town. (Thanks Al Capone.) Got a weekend job at a bar a week after I turned 21. The cute bartender, the other waitress and I became inseparable. (Thanks Rick) (Thanks Lisa.) Those were the days. We eventually separated but are still very close. I met a man, or should I say a boy? He got me pregnant. Surprise? In 2000 I fell in love for the first time when I gave birth to my beautiful baby boy. He's my future, right? After four years of trying to make the family I never had with "he who can not be named," I grew some balls and bought a house without him in late September. By later September my new found freedom and independence sunk in. To meet men I posted a personal ad on Yahoo. Yes, a personal ad. After eight long months of searching and dating I found a man. (Thanks Yahoo!) Oops, after two years, that one fell apart too. It seems that trying to help him clean up his life backfired. I got to suffer through the bad while he went off to start living the good without me. Regardless, I learned something from the whole mess and am trying my best not to repeat my mistake. Right now I'm going to live the way I once I did. Single, happy and with my little boy. All though a winning lottery ticket would add some more happiness.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Laughter is the best medicine.
I heard this song performed live on December 30, 2006. It is a night I will always remember.
