Maggi’s Quest…

I left Sacramento and moved to Livermore and tried my hand at a couple of jobs over the years… the 1st one was a Nanny and I quickly found out, I wasn’t made to take care of anyone’s kids… I was still one…

I tried working at a diner, on the graveyard shift… now that was an interesting experience… I eventually ended up working for Macy’s and found out quickly, cleaning up after assholes was not my idea of fun…

Along that time period I got pregnant at 19… By the time I was 20, I was soon to become a mother… Not well equipped with the examples I had growing up, I did the best I could with the tools I had… but I knew early on, motherhood would be a struggle for me…

I got married a year after the birth of my first child and it didn’t last… He was a swinger, though he professed to be a practicing catholic… and decided that the night before he left for basic training, he would have a fling at the party I threw for him… needless to say, the marriage would end in divorce, but not like you would think…

I met a young good-looking man in 1976, though I was separated from my husband, so still legally married… this young man was going to Italy to a remote assignment in a little town Cole Isarco on the Brenner pass… some how I either convinced him to take me an my son or he convinced me… but to Italy I went…

While living there, we had a major earth quake while being at the AFB and ended up camping out on the flight line with hundreds of other families… and not having any birth control on me, I got pregnant… Not what I had planned with my life, have more kids… but another child I was given….

A month after his birth, my divorce from the 1st husband is final and my child’s father an I marry… It was the only way I could enter the Air Force…  Some how my sister agreed to take the kids while I went to basic training, so less than 3 months after the birth of my last child I was in the Air Force, talk about losing the baby weight at basic…

It was a roller coaster ride from hell, that is the way I see it… Not knowing I had traumatic brain injuries, becoming a mother and joining the military… You could say, Pandora’s box had nothing on the hell my life was fast becoming…

The marriage didn’t last, but I remarried again, which it too didn’t last and I married again… Now that 4th marriage I tried to make work… 

During that time I am serving active duty and all the while I am having one medical issue after another… after a time the doctors said it was all psychosomatic… but we know it wasn’t… but they had a reason…

A child had been raped and to keep the base from being embarrassed and to let a Chief Master Sargeant retire, his career was more important than mine… Even though I had just re-enlisted for another 4 years…

So I lost my military career and left with a reputation that I didn’t even get a chance to earn… Now you get why I take such issue with fake news and gossip… It destroys lives and mine was one of those…

Though I had done nothing wrong, I was pushed out… They had to give me an honorable discharge… and I did what any intelligent woman would do, I fought back…

We go to Japan, as I am still married to a military member… I get poked and prodded, shipped off to Trippler on Hawaii and get told I have Paget’s disease… We are sent back to the U.S. and the specialist says, “You do not have Pagets’s, but I don’t know what is wrong with you”… that was 1987…

So I end up getting another divorce…. Marry again and move to Okanogan county Washington for a job with USDA and I divorce that asshole… 

I did all this before the age of 38… All the while trying to be a mother, trying to give the kids what they want… and putting myself last…

By 1993 I had my stomach full of men… I had zero control over my children, one already left home and the other headed for a long time in jail… I was ready to put the gun to my head and pull the trigger in a manner of speaking… but crazy as I am… I value life…

No matter how hard it had been, no matter how hard it would get, no matter what the end results may be… I value life…

I fought to hard to survive the first 18 years on this planet… I wasn’t about to let a little frustration and 5 divorces be the final chapter…..

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