Let me introduce myself, I am the unknown housewife. We are going to start from the beginning. I grew up in a huge colonial house in New England with 6 acres of property in a small town and thought I was special from a young age. I was an only child who planned on becoming well known, but never pushed myself enough to actually become something. Everyone was supposed to know my name. I was going to make it BIG! My parents always wanted me to aspire to greatness, but never really drove me to become anything. I was constantly being held back by them. I thought that they would take care of me or that I would marry early. Well life really doesn't work out that way, as I learned that later in life.
I went to college with no ambition because I really thought I didn't need any. I was really smart, but didn't put any serious effort into anything. Everything was supposed to be fun. I assumed that life was easy and I just had to take the ride. Unfortunately, I started to learn my lesson well, in college. I actually worked pretty hard when I first got into my university. I was taking full time classes, working and cheer leading for my school's football and basketball team. My grades were A's with some B's, but I ended up meeting someone, close to the end of the semester that I fell in love with and it wrecked my whole semester. I put all my energy into my relationship instead of my education, because I thought it didn't matter as much as love did. I always lead with my heart instead of my head. I missed way too many classes at the end of the semester and didn't write my final papers or take my final exams and failed most of my classes. All because of love, what a shame.
Around the same time, my mother decided to divorce my father and that's when the facade of my life shattered. My boyfriend and I broke up around the same time and everything just came crashing down on me. I realized that life was not a Norman Rockwell painting. My family had broken apart, the guy that I dropped everything for had left me and I had failed out of college. I was at my rock bottom for a young adult. I had to beg the college dean to give me a second chance. They had a program for students that completely messed up like I did. They called it a fresh start program and I entered it. My GPA would only be counted from what I did now, but I also was able to keep the credits that I had accrued. I took baby steps at school, by only taking a couple of classes each semester. I did well with my classes but still didn't know what I wanted to be or do.
I couldn't seem to keep a job down, because I got bored with it and realized it wasn't what I wanted to do. I just couldn't figure out what I was supposed to do with the rest of my life. I also started to go out and have lots of fun. Life was a party. My father was always there as a net, when things didn't work out and I never learned how to get up on my own two feet by myself.
I didn't grow up till I got married and had my first child. That's when it finally clicked that I pretty much threw away all those precious years that I could have made something of myself. I just wasted them and didn't have much to show for it. My husband and I were living with my father and our baby and I knew it was time to start our life, on our own. We decided to buy a house, but we had no money saved for a down payment. I always thought I would be taken care of, so I just wasted all the money I had made over the years on junk that didn't matter. I was a stay at home mother and realtor (never amounted to anything with that) and my hubby had a good title at his company, but the money wasn't really backing that title up. We decided to move an hour away where the houses were more in our price range. I found the house and we were somehow able to come up with enough money to get the house. It was the most amazing feeling, besides becoming a mother, that I had ever felt. I was finally really on my own. We were doing this without daddy helping us out. We were finally grownups. I became a real housewife. This is the beginning of my story!
