Um, can I get a re-write???

Please note - this post contains very serious subject matter. It may be too much for some. It's been a long time coming. I'm taking a risk and hoping I've made a good choice. While my name is Mary Elizabeth, I’ve been called Mary Beth for as long as I can remember.   My dad left for the first time (that I can remember) for another woman when I was around three years old. This happened many times. We always met the women he was with.   I’ve been told many times how I ruined my parents’ lives by being born. Not that I had any choice… I was 10ish (maybe even younger) when my mom told me to leave and never come back… the first time. No one believed that she did that. She laughed it off as well. I showed my parents stash of pot to one of our babysitters (the church choir director’s son) one time. I didn’t think anything of it. I thought everyone’s parents smoked pot! I was about 8 years old the first time I visited my aunt in the mental hospital. What do you mean...

Throughout my 40 years (almost 41), I have had many friends. Some fair weathered; they came and went. Some I believe were put in my life for a reason, and then they were gone when their “job” was done. Others, they have touched my life in a way that I will never be able to forget them or the impact they’ve had on my heart. I’m going to go in alphabetic order, just because it’s easier! Crystina is a wonderful friend. I was her replacement at Siemens almost 8 years ago. She uses the English language in a way that I have never heard before. My favorite is “he is a goat fucker!” She was talking about someone I had dated, of course. At first glance, she’s this cute, olive skinned, bubbly Peruvian lovely. But, when you get to know her, damn, she’s smart too! She has gone to Chicago with me for my checkups. She has put up with me when I am in “rare” form and pretty intolerable. She has included me in her life, as if I were family. She has, on occasion, threatened to steal my child. Thankfull...