My story begins in 1962 in Grrenville,Miss. my birthplace. I was the third adopted child. The number 2 adopted child died of a heart defect the November before my birth. My father's mother didn't think getting me was a good idea because of the recent death. However they got me and threee months later a set of twins. My brother and sister.  I was a Moma's baby by all accounts, I literally hung on her skirt tails. My Dad was in the AirForce so we moved quite a bit. At the age of 4 or 5  i had a  girlfriend who's mother was expecting a baby very soon and she explained to me how much she loved that baby and that she was going to the hospital to have it and bring it home. So that was my knowledge of having babys. you got pregnant went to the hospital to get your baby and brought it home and loved it.I was playing in the street with the neighborhood kids. They were making fun of me because I was adopted. My older explained what that meant. I went running in the house and asked my mother if I came out of her stomach and her answer was no, but we chose you. Thise words fell on deaf ears.  Suddenly I didn't understand who I was, where I came from and my entire world as I had known it changed that day. I was different from that  dsay on. I wasn't even good enough for my own mother to keep. We wwent to visit my dad's mother the one who didn't like me and in her bathroom trash was a bottle of discared medication. Well I took some of those pills. I just wanted to feel better, I guess in my previous years when my mother would give me medicine she told me it would make ne feel better. And I just wanted to feel better. I got in trouble but thankfully nothing serious happened as a result. Life went on and at the age of eleven my parents divorced. I moved to Miss. Where my mother's family was from. I din't have a lot of contact with my Dad because it hurt my mother's feelings. All the while he never quit sending child support, Xmas and birthday presents. I started smoking at 12 trying to look older. And it was that same year I got drunk for the first time.   At fourteen I smoked my first Joint. It was okay, but I wasn't a regular user. I got a job at 15 selling shoes and met who would become my first husband. He lived across the street from a schoolmate and he would let us come over and drink, we played cards and hasd a lot of fun. His name was Curtis and he was 35 years older than...