1983-1984 Two more whirlwind years of sex, wild parties, drugs, and freedom. My uncle, though, wasn’t putting up with it anymore. He was making me get out and get a job. I went to a trade school and learned typing and clerical work and went to work as a secretary. I still partied a lot though. I wasn’t about to let that go yet. I was so empty. I had a hole inside me that only “God’s” spirit could fill and I didn’t realize it. I was crying all the time. Broken. Shredded in pieces. So lost. My life was spinning out of control. I got caught pregnant again. I thought, that was it. I could not live through this. Fear was overtaking me. It was either have another abortion of die from fear. I literally was going to have some kind of breakdown. So I set it up again and I had another abortion. Now I was in the depths of despair. I had no one. I had nothing. I was so alone.
My (boyfriend) “serpent” who stayed my boyfriend through all of how I was living, went into the service in 1984.