Today has been one of the most emotionally draining days I’ve had in a long time. Tears have consumed me, and the ache in my chest feels unbearable. It’s been a year since I’ve seen my son. What’s worse, he won’t even answer my calls or respond to my messages. My ex-husband has made it a point to remind me that my son allegedly “hates” me, claiming that my son now sees the “truth” about me and the supposed lies I’ve told.
It’s all projection, of course. My ex’s favorite pastime: turning his misdeeds, his mistakes, and his toxic behavior into weapons against me. As if enduring a 10-year marriage filled with gaslighting and manipulation wasn’t enough, he continues to rewrite history to fit his narrative, leaving me to pick up the shattered pieces of our shared past. What pains me most, perhaps, is the realization that I let this happen. I trusted him—again. Despite every warning from my gut, I allowed my son to move out of state with his father, convinced that it was the right thing to do. I’ll never understand why I continue to ignore my intuition, that small but persistent voice inside me. Now, here I sit, watching the fallout of that decision unfold. My son has been pulled further and further away, not just from me but from his stepdad, his siblings, his half-siblings, and his step-siblings. My ex’s manipulation is nothing if not predictable, yet it still cuts deep every time. For my own sanity, I feel compelled to write this all down. I need to untangle the web of lies, gaslighting, and distortions that have clouded my memories and left me questioning the past. There’s no making this up; the truth is too wild, too painful, and, frankly, not flattering to me either. But it’s real. And maybe writing it all out will help me find clarity amid the chaos. What will I do with this account of my life? I don’t know. Perhaps I’ll write a book and finally give in to my friends’ insistence that I share my story. Maybe it will become a TikTok series, a raw and unfiltered tell-all. Or perhaps this will remain just for me—a private account of survival, healing, and resilience. Whatever the purpose, I know I can’t keep these feelings and stories bottled up any longer. This is my truth, messy and imperfect, but mine nonetheless. And today feels like the first step toward reclaiming it.
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After my mom made the difficult decision to move us from Tennessee to California, we embarked on a road trip to our new home. I believe it took us about 3-4 days to travel by minivan, though the actual journey is a bit of a blur. What stands out vividly, however, is the moment we arrived at Grandma’s house. Mom barely had time to put the car in park before she ran up the porch and through the front door. The five of us kids followed timidly, crossing the lawn and climbing the porch steps. Walking through the door of that tiny house, I’ll never forget seeing Grandma in her sitting chair, with Mom kneeling at her feet, her head resting in Grandma’s lap. Grandma’s soft, joyful giggles filled the room as she lovingly stroked her daughter’s hair. For the first time, I truly understood that Grandma wasn’t just my grandma—she was also a mom, offering comfort and solace to her child. We stayed with Grandma until we found a house of our own. Grandma, Glenda Lucille Cowell Harwell, was a talented seamstress who ran a small but successful drapery business from her home. Her workspace was a large back room equipped with two sizable cutting tables and four sewing machines (including a serger). This was where I learned to sew. Grandma encouraged us to experiment with her machines and drapery scraps, and I delighted in trying to make pillows and clothes. While my creations were far from impressive, I discovered a deep love for creating. Moving to Bakersfield was particularly exciting because it brought us closer to family. We had cousins nearby—Michelle, Kristi, Carrie, and Amber. Carrie, who was just a couple of months younger than me, became my built-in best friend. She was the perfect companion, introducing me to her friends and making me feel welcome. Looking back, I realize how mature it was for an eight-year-old to embrace her cousin so warmly and help her fit into a new social circle. It was a huge blessing, especially as starting at a new school was intimidating. Shortly after our arrival in California, I began third grade at Norris Elementary School. Luckily, Carrie was in my class, along with some of the friends she had introduced me to over the summer. I loved Norris! The school was surrounded on all sides by cotton fields, and driving through acres of farmland to get there was a unique experience. Because of its location, we often had “fog delays”—mornings when the fog was so dense that students weren’t allowed on the playground for safety reasons. I remember arriving early on those foggy mornings and playing games like “smear the queer” (an outdated and inappropriate name, but that’s what it was called in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s). Those mornings were some of my favorites.
Another highlight of this time was when my mom started an All-Star Cheer program. She invited students from across the district to try out for a new cheerleading team, which became a fantastic opportunity to make lifelong friends. Through cheerleading, I continued to pursue a passion I loved while bonding with new teammates. We participated in fundraisers, performances, and exhibitions, creating cherished memories and building connections within the community. The Kern County All-Star Cheerleaders eventually began competing, and the program grew into a thriving competitive sport in Bakersfield. Bakersfield was a wonderful place for me. I cherished the attention that came with being the daughter of a well-known and respected mom. Our family was warmly embraced by relatives and friends in the community. We found support through our church, school, cheerleading, and the close-knit relationships my mom formed at Dancers Workshop. We also enjoyed participating in the Melodrama. This time in Bakersfield was a period of healing for us as we navigated life after losing our dad, and I will always be grateful for the love and support we experienced there. Recently I was having a conversation with my husband about all the things pulling me in different directions, when I suddenly began to cry, feeling as though all my effort was for naught. From home, work, my responsibilities as a wife and mother, my demanding church calling, being involved in the high school booster club, completing my schoolwork and attending weekly gatherings… I was clearly overwhelmed and tired. On many occasions I can remember uttering a variation of the phrase, “things will calm down after…” insert one of the following: I get this presentation complete, the kids are older, the holidays are over, we complete this fundraiser, I get these ministering interviews finished, I finish this essay… yet, things never really calm down. It is not likely that life will slow down or hard times will ever just go away or become easier. However, things do settle or shift for a time and things seem to be manageable. There are many ways to persevere. The 2 things that I have found the most helpful are staying connected to my purpose and learning to adapt when disappointments come.
There is a lot going on in this world right now and it can be scary. On a regular day, I sometimes feel that I’m not doing enough. I get so overwhelmed by the things in this world that I can’t change. I have good intentions and try to make all these changes to show compassion and support but quickly become even more overwhelmed by outsiders expectations of me. Tonight as I sat down with my family for dinner, I was overcome with hope.
My children were discussing how yesterday, while my husband was sick in bed and I was off on my 2nd home showing for the day, they had gathered together to study our weekly Sunday School lesson. Without any adults or promptings by an adult, they took the opportunity to gather, study, and pray. This, I thought, is how I can make a change. To the world, this might not make enough of a difference but this is the 1 thing I can make a change. My priority is to raise these children to be kind, accepting, forgiving, service minded, loving, safe, educated, responsible, prayerful adults. This I can do. Our new back yard is double the size of the home we rented for the past few years. Needless to say... we are excited! Whats funny is I have grand plans for our backyard but when I think of all the things I'd like to add... there will be no room for me and all the peoples. Here are 10 things I'd like to incorporate: 1. Outdoor Kitchen/Grill Friends, my man can grill! Being the food loving lady that I am, I want my man to have a place where he can grill me all the things! However, the grill is NOT the most pleasant thing to look at. I'm thinking Brick and concrete counter tops but I'm digging any of these options. 2. Firepit Yes, it is hot in AZ a good long chunk of the year but we do get some cool nights here in the desert. My kids love having friends over for the occasional "bonfire". We love to gather, hang out and who doesn't love s'mores? I wouldn't mind warming up in these spaces. 3. Pool I am very "square" when it comes to pools. I like clean, straight lines where I can sit in one spot and see every inch of the pool. Plus I love the look a symmetrical pool can bring to a space. The last pic is all my kids dreams in one but looks like a stressful day at the pool to me... 4. Trampoline I had an in ground trampoline growing up and it was the best! It is always a challenge to include a trampoline in your backyard design but I think the in ground tramps are the way to go. 5. Chicken Coop I was not raised on a farm, nor did I spend much time chasing chickens as a kid... I just want one. I want my kids to have the responsibility of cleaning and looking after chickens. I also love the idea of getting free eggs and if ever there was a need... some flying dinner in the back yard. 6. Patio Dining I love eating outside and relaxing on the patio. I like playing games out there and chatting with the people I love. It really is happy place for me. I'm always on the lookout for stylish and comfortable patio furniture. I like inviting spaces like these... 7. Garden Whether its a flower garden or a vegetable garden, I have to have one. More opportunities for provident living and teaching kids responsibility and life skills? Sign. Me. Up. 8. Hammock We use our hammock a lot! Ours is a bit of an eye sore so I'm on the hunt for an aesthetically pleasing space for a hammock in our outside living space. I'm definitely in love with these... 9. Pergola I'm a sucker for a Pergola. It is more of a want for me... it's a need. Nothing makes an outdoor space complete quite like a pergola. Love, love, love them! 10. Backyard Miscellaneous No backyard is complete without a ping pong table, projector theatre and extra storage, right?! Well all of this would be a great bonus to any backyard of a home that is about to be over run by teenagers! Let's be honest, I'll be lucky to incorporate any of this in my new backyard. From the looks of it now, only half of my list is realistic for our space. Now it's time to narrow it down and map it out so I can present it to the husband...
We just moved into a home of our very own. It's a great house and we are pretty thrilled to have a permanent place to call ours. Usually when I move I'm completely unpacked after 2 weeks. That is not the case this move. Ha. I just can't seem to get in the mood nor make any decisions on placement of furniture and decor. We also need new furniture for new spaces but I can't decide if we sell what we got then buy or buy then sell the old? So much to think about! This Memorial weekend we reseeded our front yard. The first project of many! I felt like a true homeowner. It was fun. There are a few things we would like to do to the house that will help this new house feel like OUR Home. How do you decide where to start? I'm slightly overwhelmed at the moment and unsure what, where, and how to get started. So instead of actually making any decisions, I Pinterest Surf for something to Inspire me. Here are a few things I would love to incorporate into our home... 1. Kitchen I lucked out and got a kitchen that I LOVE! There is not much I would want to change about it. I have a great Window over my sink and I'd love to make it more of a focal point. 2. Master Bathroom Our Master Bathroom is one of the places that was not upgraded. I love that we get to customize it to our wants, needs and style. Luckily my husband and I are in agreement that we would like a concrete counter top trough sink. My husband is very talented and I think we could realistically pull this off on a modest budget. ( he used to do this for a living) 3. Mudroom For now we have our Laundry room & Mudroom in the Garage and it works for now. Eventually, I'd like to put an addition onto the side of our home adding a Laundry room, mudroom, and half bath. I'd do laundry in any of the spaces below. 4. Family Room My husband and I have been debating whether or not to knock down the wall that divides our Family Room from our Kitchen. I have always loved in OPEN floor plan and give me a sledge hammer and I'd be knocking down all the walls. My husband is a bit more realistic and concerned about the noise level. I see his point but I also see all the pretty open living spaces like these... 5. Fireplace I'm a lover of fireplaces... not because I need one just because they are pretty. We don't have one in this home but I'm not opposed to a faux fireplace. So many decisions to be made and no idea what to tackle first. Hopefully when the kids get back to school in the fall I'll be able to get the ball rolling.
What has been your favorite house project? Any renovation nightmares? My summers as a kid were busy. Between Girls Camp, Cheer Camp, cheer practice, Family Camping, a Paper Route, occasional Beach House in Santa Cruz, CA, Swim Lessons, white water rafting, visiting family in Bakersfield, CA or Memphis, TN... there wasn't much time to bum around. A few years ago I talked with my parents about our busy summers and how it did not leave much time to hang out with friends. There was lots of exclusive family time and it was fun. My parents admitted that their goal was to keep us busy to keep us out of trouble. As a parent, I too want to keep my kids busy. The kids are involved this summer in Diving, Water Polo, Jr. Lifeguards, ukulele lessons, Girls Camp, Scout Camp and at home I'm determined to knock out a hike, plant and care for a garden, and hitting up our local Library each week. Luckily for my kids, we get to also spend sometime In Coloma, CA at the Riverhouse. My parents have a beautiful home on the American River in Northern California. Every July all 10 of my siblings (and children) gather at my parents home for a reunion... HANDS DOWN our favorite event of the Summer. As my Kids get older, I do dream of additional Vacation destinations. Here are a few that I've been dreaming of lately... 1. Havasupai/Havasu Campgrounds I have been to the lower part of Havasu, a quick stop on our way down the Colorado River, as a kid and it is stunning! I would love to take my kids on this hike and stay at the campgrounds. 2. Yosemite Yosemite is a place I've been a few times with my family growing up. I will forever regret being such a chicken and not hiking Half Dome! (smack face) I hope that we can take our kids before they leave the nest. Definitely a family Bucket List destination. 3. Treebone Resort, Big Sur There are so many places along the coast in California that it's hard to pick just 1 but doesn't this look like lots of fun? I'm not sure I'd like to bring all 6 kids and the pup along but this looks like a great place for my husband and I. 4. Carlsbad Bluffs Campgrounds, CA We used to camp at the beach when I was younger. It is honestly my two favorite summer activites (Camping and Beach) combined into one. I have very fond memories of spending the day playing in the ocean and sand then back to our campsite for campfire dinners and songs. Experiencing this with my kids is pretty close to the top of my list. 5. Lake Powell I've done a quick over night here but would love to spend a week here with my peeps. Living in AZ, I have lots of friends who frequent this coveted summer destination and I can't wait for an opportunity to join in on the fun! I'm hoping that next summer we will be able to plan ahead and incorporate 1 (maybe 2) of these trips into our Summer schedule.
What are some of your favorite Summer Destinations? It is no secret that my dad, Jefferey Lynn Carter, died in August 1989. It’s not a secret because I talk about it often. Experiencing loss at such a young age caused me to reflect much on the topic of death. This tragic event in my life helped me come to some pretty mature understanding of mortality and spiritual well-being at a very early age. Though it was difficult to endure, his death has very much shaped my life in a rather positive way. There are so many things I have learned from this single part of my life. Of course, I didn’t sleep for the first year or two after he died and I had lots of fear surrounding anything or anyone who was “sick”… but eventually, through a very patient mother, counseling, and the gift of prayer, I overcame those fears and I think I’ve become a pretty well-balanced adult… I was born in Memphis, TN on a Wednesday evening. Other than my mom cleaning the house and doing laundry, my arrival was pretty uneventful even though my baby book has a picture of me, just moments after birth, with the caption “Prize fighter”. I was the third child born to Jeff & Jenny Carter. I had an older brother Ben and an older sister Jill. We were pretty close in age and my mom definitely had her hands full. My father was diagnosed with Epilepsy while my mom was pregnant with me (1981-ish). The Epilepsy started small but progressively developed over the years. I was young enough not to remember too much about what was going on as well as the hardship it was for both my father and mother. I did know that he was “sick” but I don’t think I ever realized how sick he was. I do know that when I was about 4-ish, he got better enough for them to have my little sister Terri and 21 months later my little brother Ty snuck in there. That’s when my dad started to get really bad. He had a few major surgeries in an attempt to correct the seizures. After the last surgery he never recovered. After he died, they found that he had a rare form of cancer that lined his brain. We stayed in Memphis for about a year after Dad died. At first, my mom and us 5 kids were embraced and supported by our community but soon it became hard for my mom because her story seemed to be “too sad” for others. So she made the difficult decision of moving us across the country to Bakersfield, CA where her family lived.
As difficult as that was, It was a great choice for our family. Have you ever had to move across state lines? What was that like for you? It didn’t take me long to realize I didn’t ever have the desire to be a celebrity. Also, I don’t have any skills that would necessitate celebrity status… but even if I did, no thank you. I can respect people’s popularity for their respected talents but in no way do I have the desire to live life on a perch for all to mock and ridicule. However, I have had some pleasant and unpleasant encounters with celebrities. More often than not, I’ve acted a complete fool while in the presence of such fame. Here are 10 encounters I’ve experienced:
1. Anjelah Johnson – I went to High School with Anjelah and we were on the cheer team together. She always had a positive, fun, outgoing personality and was genuinely kind to everyone. Her nail salon set hit the internet and took off. I remember sitting in my home feeding a baby and seeing it for the first time. It was hilarious! Super proud of her and the success she is having. 2. Garth Brooks – I sat at a table with Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood at a reception following a mutual friends funeral. They were both extremely polite, down to earth and super normal. I was shocked. We talked about normal everyday things and it was refreshing. They seemed genuinely interested in stories of my children and I had to pinch my thigh the whole time to refrain from geeking out about them. After all, Friends in Low Places was the 1st country song I could sing frontward and backwards. About 7 years later, my girlfriends took me to his concert for my Birthday. Best concert ever! 3. Terrell Owens – During my Single Lady years, that one time I was on Tinder and matched up with Terrell Owens. Chatted with him for an hour before I realized it was him. I thought he looked familiar and assumed he went to my High School. I screen shot his picture and sent it to my friend and her husband and she immediately sent me back a text that said, “Dude, that’s Terrell Owens, a famous football star.” LOL. I typically don’t like to expose my Tinder activity but… This was brag worthy. I thought it was probably a fake account but for a minute… I was on cloud nine. Then a few days later TO requested to be my friend on Instagram and guess what? It was his real account. Haha. TO is obsessed with me! 4. John Travolta – When we lived in Florida, my ex husband met John Travolta at our local gym. We lived in the same town and John and my ex became fast friends. I was always a very big JT fan but being on a personal basis with him opened my eyes to the reality of a celebrity. We traveled with he and his wife, Kelly Preston, to Hawaii, New Mexico, their home in Maine and even visited a lot with them when they rented a house in Scottsdale for a short period of time. Though they were always kind to me, it wasn't my favorite experience… 5. Danny Glover – When I was a freshman in HS, I was invited (along with my HS Cheer team) to participate in a 49er Halftime Show. Danny Glover was part of the Halftime Show as well. I met and shook his hand on the field. The End. 6. Katie Holmes – While attending a movie premiere in New York with some friends, a very tall and beautiful lady, lightly brushed past me in the isle of the Theatre. My friend Greg said to me, “Awe man, She’s HOT!”… I said, “Greg, you know who that is right?!”… He had a look of confusion on his face and I let him know it was Katie Holmes as in “the Katie Holmes that is married to Tom Cruise”. 7. Shannon Miller – Growing up my Mom was a Gymnastics Coach/ professional Level Gymnastics Judge. One year she got to be the meet referee at the Pyramid Challenge Invitational while my sister got to be on the floor as a runner. I was in the stands with friends but we got to meet Shannon Miller before the meet, who was not so interested in being a celebrity since she was in the “pre-Meet zone”. Haha. At the time I thought she was rude but looking back, I’m sure she had a TON of pressure on her. Bless her heart. 8. New Kids on the Block – My friend Marcello is a great Photographer who goes on Tour with artists as their Official Tour Photographer. He just so happened to be on his 2nd Tour with New Kids on the Block and passing through PHX. He called me up and offered me and a friend free front row tickets. It was AAAAAAmazing!!! Got to see Nelly, TLC and NKOTB in one night! I harassed Donnie Wahlberg all night long with cat calls, flirty eyes, and inappropriate shimmy. I think I may have shocked him. After the concert, we got to go back stage but I was too shy to ask for photos. But I got to see a few of the “New Kids” up close. I’d give this experience 5 stars. 9. Ellen Degeneres – My parents took us to Hawaii when I was 15yrs old. While my parents were in the grocery store, my siblings and I were kicking it in the parking lot. As we were waiting on my parents to exit the grocery store, we saw Ellen and girlfriend at the time, Anne Heche, loading their groceries into their car. As my brothers were yelling “We love you Ellen” and other things, my parents walked out of the grocery store and we got in trouble for disturbing the celebrities. 10. Zac Efron – At the same Movie premiere as #6, we were invited to the after party. Being Pregnant and a solid 15 years older than Mr. Efron, ahem, I thought it would be no big deal for me to casually ask him to sign my High School Musical DVD. I followed him around the party for a good 2 hours. Every time he’d look up at me, I’d show him a few of my stellar acting moves by pretending I wasn’t stalking his every move. SMH. I finally had my ex go with me to get his autograph. Immediately after signing our DVD, he left. LOL. I’m creepy… Who have you met? Good or Bad experience? You know that kid that said, “I like to do hood rat stuff with my friends”? Well that is literally me. Let me explain… I had just finished my first school year in a new town when I learned that ALL of my new friends were attending a different Middle School than me. In our School district, we got to make a 1st, 2nd, & 3rd choice of school then the powers that be would sort the school population with, requests and the task of desegregating our schools. The school my parents wanted me to attend was our neighborhood school which most of my siblings had previously attended. Steinbeck Middle School consisted of 6th, 7th and 8th graders from all over our district. Every single one of my friends went to the Performing Arts Magnet, Castillero Middle School a good 15 min from home. Disclaimer: I do not condone violence of any kind, nor have I actually ever lived a life of crime, nor have I ever been in a physical altercation with anyone that was not a sibling of mine. First Day of 6th Grade at Steinbeck, I wore this maroon shirt I got at Red Eye. Haha. I was stressed about trying to make new friends. I met a girl in my first period class who was actually kind to me. Feeling insecure and out-of-place, there was nothing on my moral radar that said, “think this one through”. This friend (still can’t remember her name) was so much different then my other friends. She wore baggy dickies, Nike Cortez, super tight maroon shirts, very dark lips, and hair super slicked back and most days a bandana wrapped carefully around her ponytail. Obviously, I did my best to mimic this exact look because I was an insecure 12-year-old desperately trying to just blend in. Not only did I beg and beg for dickies and cortez’s, but I also started to mimic other behaviors as my new friend. I developed a pretty serious ‘tude as well as let my grades go to crap. After all, smartasses and not applying yourself in school were the latest trends. Naturally, if my friends asked me to jump of a bridge, off the bridge, I would jump… including the day I cut school with my friends and we were picked up by police at Kmart. (Did you know you can buy Dickies at Kmart?) Closing in on our first semester of 6th grade, one day my friends were talking “smack” about some other girls at school. You bet your buns I was all up in there saying things like, “I know, Right?!”. (For the record, I did not know, nor was I right.) By lunch time, emotions and tensions were high and the law was about to be laid down by my homies. The next thing I knew, we were out in the field and what seemed like the entire school was closing in and a major fight broke out between 2 groups of people. Guess who was right there in the middle? I asked my sister (who was in 8th grade that year) if she remembered the day I got into a gang fight at School. She said… “Yes, I was there. But you didn’t actually do anything from what I remember. I think you shoved someone? You were part of a circle surrounding a girl? My perspective is that it was embarrassing that my sister (who I could beat up in a heartbeat) was trying to act like a thug.” Shortly after the cutting of class and the fight, my parents transferred me to Castillero Middle school where all my elementary school friends went. I reconnected with my friends, met some new friends, joined the 6th grade choir, later joined the Show Choir, got really into the grunge thing and never saw my hood rat friends again. As a parent, I am mortified. I can’t believe I was so impressionable or so insecure. I’m sure all the moves I had experienced is what set me back but wow. On another note, I’m proud of my kids. I don’t feel that they are too desperate to fit in. They aren’t afraid to step outside their comfort zones. They make friends easily and they KNOW who they are. I’d like to take credit for that but I truly feel that my kids are just wired that way. Do you have embarrassing stories of trying to fit in? |
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