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Cheryl Gee Hogan
I come from a strict family background of fifteen children. When my father passed away I was at the age of sixteen. I knew nothing about life experiences and how to deal with different issues.
I h...view moreI come from a strict family background of fifteen children. When my father passed away I was at the age of sixteen. I knew nothing about life experiences and how to deal with different issues.
I had my first child in 1968, my second in 1970, and the last in 1972. But I was not prepared to have my son. Not long after that, my life began to fall apart because I had no knowledge on how to deal with a man of my ex-husband’s kind. He was supposed to love me and my children. That’s what I saw my father do all our life, which was to take care of us. To make a long story short, my ex-husband was a playboy, a drug dealer, and you name it. He claimed it. It was too late, I thought, because I have three children by him and my father is gone. I have never been close to my mother or anyone in the family, just my father. So I put up with all the abuse this nasty life had to offer, and made it my life until I got tired. When I got tired, I started fighting back (the wrong way) doing things to hurt him (and not realizing I would hurt the most in the long run). I was a drinker, took pills stole from him, and wrote checks for the pain I endured with my children. I can’t remember what I did not do, and at the time I did not care. I did anything that would take me away from the problem and him. On top of it all, it would hurt him dearly, because I was the lady everyone thought was that red carpet doing no wrong. I was Mrs. Righteous actually wearing a devil’s ear sticking up.view less