Appreciate Life

Hi it's me again, Cassie

I want to tell you a little about my life.

When I was 26years old I got married to the first person who asked me to. Not because he loved me or me him but because I had a three year old and was pregnant and I told myself I didn't want to become a statistic. I got married.
We didn't know anything about each other because we met approx. four months before the wedding. I was 6 months pregnant when I got married and looking back I can see that I was very unhappy. I just wanted to get it over with. I wanted to be Mrs somebody. I thought that whatever came my way I could handle. It couldn't be worse than being a statistic.
Boy was I wrong.
My husband didnt work much and sometimes not at all in fact he was into drugs. Not selling but smoking and sniffing. Because I was caught up in being married and caring for two small children I was unaware that there was a problem. I suppose I didn't want to see a problem.
Any way I realise something was a bit off when he demanded that I cook him three square meals everyday and it must be different meals not stale but fresh.
This began to become annoying for me because I had to invent different meals whilst not getting any help from him around the house. He didn't clean the yard, or the garage or even help with the house chores. I had to do everything and to make matters worse he eventually got fired for using marijuana at work.
I had to look for a job. I worked in a service station and within two weeks realised that he took my children to the cocaine den with him whilst I was at work.
The day that came to my attention I took my children and went to stay with my mother, who for some reason wanted me to preserve my marriage and told me to stick it out. I left my children with her and went back to my husband. Things got worse.
One day he got in a car accident and broke four ribs and his right femur. I took time off work to take care of him when he got out of the hospital and had to get social assistance because part time salary wasn't enough. My husband forced himself to walk and is still walking with a slight limp today because he wanted to do drugs that badly.
When I saw him walking and not waiting for himself to heal properly I decided to go back out to work. I worked for one week before I got home one day to find all my furniture gone. I called the police thinking that I was a victim of a burgalry, only to be told by the inspector that the items left no marks and there was no sign of a forced entry.
That day I waited for my husband to come home and confronted him about the missing furniture. My house was empty there wasn't a chair to sit on. He cried for a long time and apologized for what he had done. The next day I went home to my mother and children. I also filed for a divorce.

After that failed relationship, I found myself in another one. Basically the same as before. I got into this relationship because I lacked self confidence. I didn't want people to think of me as a failure. I wanted someone to love me but it seems I didn't love myself.
I realised my mistake was repeating when He started stying out later and later and no money was being added to the household. He also couldn't keep a job and had a million excuses. When he tried to abuse my children. I ended the relationship.

Today I must say that I am not as naive as I was back then and in a way am glad that I went through all that. I have grown in everyway. I am thankful for my mistakes because I would not have learned and be able share this experience. My son and daughter are much older and are doing well academically. They now have a Stepfather who loves them as his own and a baby sister. I believe that life gives us lessons and when we dont learn them we are forced to repeat them until we do. Also when we lack self confidence we attract negative people and things in our lives.

If you want to learn about the power of Attraction go here ...
http://www.scienceofgettingrich.net/gifts/dough.html. Our actions attract both negative and positive. Make yours always be positive.

Cassie

Gratitude

Hi there,

Today I want to share with you what happens when you genuinely help someone.
Presently I am not working. I am a fulltime mom with three children, one a 15 month old baby girl.
I hardly have much time to myself but I am grateful for what I have.

My good friend is having problems with her last son who is almost 18 and seems to be an alcholic.
I recommended that she enrole him in a military programme,so that he gets the discipline he needs and the help he should get. I dont believe she or anyone in her position should put the boy out of the house and into the streets, even though according to her he has broken items in the house and has verbally and physically abused her. She is afraid he will be jailed if she approached the courts but I dont think so.
The boy is threatening her daily because he believes that he is an adult and she cant do anything to touch him. Just the other day she (the mother) called me crying, begging for me to help her. The most I can do is to give advise which, I think she should take him before the courts and ask the magistrate to put him in a military programme because he will have an opportunity to finish his schooling which he didnt because he has been drinking since he was 15 and he will also learn a trade and become certified in this. He will also get the discipline he needs to become a stronger better person and will be an asset to society instead of a burden he may become if she allows him to continue his behaviour.

She doesnt have much money but she says she is grateful for my advise. I was longing for a pair of slippers and do you know I got a pair from my friend. She said it may be my style and size and that it looked like me.

It pays to be grateful.

http://www.scienceofgettingrich.net/gifts/dough.html

Cassie