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My Life Story … in a nutshell

Story of My Life … in a nutshell

Before my birth:
My mom jumped a 2 story building to commit suicide when she was pregnant me, she did not succeed.

The murder of my mother:
I was not 3 years yet when he took the life of my mother. Remember I thought my mother died in a car accident because my step grandmother told me that what happened was an accident. I asked several times about how he died my mother and I never had a lot of information about him as a child. Later on I was very scared to learn to drive and I suppose it could be due to the old belief my mother died in a car accident. I have my drivers liscence at 27.

3 sisters separated:
At some point after the Mom's death, we 3 girls split between the 2 groups of grandparents. I grew up with parents of my father, consisting of his father, mother in law and half brother Pasca. The mother of my real father died in his teens, was a concert pianist.
My other sisters 2 (above) were taken by my mother's parents, whose mother was an alcoholic and later learned that his real father had died and had been an artist who hit my mother with empty bottles beer as a child. Again, these are snippets of stories from different parts of my family members at different times in my life.

Degree 1 success:
My grandmother really helped me succeed in my Homeworks and became head of the class to the end of the note I got an invitation to attend an elementary music school named: School of Le Plateau.
At that young age, was also a talented drawer, I would highlight in the drawings of the school.
Somewhere around that age I knew my dad. I do not remember much except that I sat on his lap and was very intimidating looking with dark hair, eyes and beard. But he was kind and he wanted a kiss goodbye and my shyness took over and I ran away and hid in the house. Since that day, I was always very shy My father never hugged him or me being hugged or kissed him and I would never say I love you.
Later I found out what his parents wanted for me and asked it was along with the story that he was my uncle … I do not remember any of that.

Grade 2 new school:
New environment and new boys were very difficult to me. My grades were lower immediately and took me for being so skinny.

I chose piano Grade 4:
For grade 4 I had to choose which instrument they wanted to learn, and I knew it would be a pianist like my real mother Great: Gemma Carreri. The 2nd grade before of grade 4 was the violin and recorder flute Required. I put the violin as I got blisters on my fingers but kept the recorder.

The audition for the school:
Grade 6 was over, and I really wanted to continue my piano, so I worked hard to get into this Royal Conservatory of high school and was ecstatic when I was accepted after an audition.
How can I get scrambled years when it comes Franco's my neighbor that my grandmother had a high opinion of. He was several years older and really large compared to lean me and started touching me sexually on several occasions. I was very shy and withdrawn and not push him away. I do not know what I was thinking, maybe I liked the attention.

Went to live with my dad:
Grade 8 or 9, my moods were a mess, I do not get along with my grandmother would call me names like a hammer, pighead … but in French or in progress.
My father lived a few streets from my house and I lied to my grandmother said I was going to the park and was actually visiting my dad teaching Kung Fu hippie with a bag of stolen food, soap and other household mecessities.
I ended up moving with him and we packed our few belongings and left for a long trip to visit my sister Linda, who lived in Kelowna, BC

He met Don Thomson:
In Kelowna, my dad became a friend my sister's ex, who was our father's age.
We moved into his rented home recently and had a silent friend who live there, it was an old Vietnam vet. Month Next, my dad and I and Vietnam veteran Don moved to a small house in a garden.
Despite my poor English, Don and I became good friends, walking and look at plants. I was 14 years old.
At times Don would take me to school and once he gave me a note I did not understand the language. My father read and panic. It was a love letter to me. The plans quickly changed, Dad and I returned to Quebec.

Back in Quebec:
We lived in the country and had to attend another school.
In that school who made fun of my Italian name: Nardelli, which in French is very near marde au lit (shit in bed).
My whole being with my dad only lasted half a year. I could not stand her cooking, smoking, smoking marijuana, which live the poor and have to practice every day Kung Fu.
After heated discussions with him, eventually returned to my grandparents and my old music school, where was intimidated by my fashionable clothes.

Kelowna was calling me again:
My Sister Linda came to visit in Montreal. He was always close to her that my older sister, Patricia, who told me disgusting stories of our mother, and how to say it was.
Patricia was difficult and took care of his 2 sisters lower when we were all together. She is 8 years older than me and used to change diapers.
Somehow I managed to convince Linda that was ready to go home, and my grandparents gave me away because I was like a roller coaster of mood swings in the home.
I moved to Kelowna and lived with Linda and her boyfriend.Although again it was not my plan, I started thinking about gift and I missed him a lot. I managed to find it and soon sneaking out of the house to meet him.
Don and I had a plan to move the line of states, we took the Greyhound bus to Osoyoos and then walked a long way. Of course, the police captured us across the border. He was released and since I was a Monor I was sent to prison to wait for my sister to pick me (2-3 hours)
At that time, Don I was convinced that my Catholic faith was not just a belief that …. and taught me about Indian customs, crystals, and stuff the new era.

Sex:
I turned 16 and my sister and her boyfriend could not lock myself in my room and had the right to choose where they wanted to be, and chose Don.
We lived in a one bedroom basement suite and began to pressure me for sex. I let him try many times and end up in an attack on scream, he would be gentle and patient, but by Christmas he started getting more anxious. So what would promesse for the new year. Finally stripped, finished, I was no longer a virgin.
However, another problem arises, I do not bleed after sex and he was convinced that it was not a virgin after all! I started Remebering fragments:
Franco rose above me, I was pinned and so scared that she could not scream. His sister Anna came and interrupted what was happening, I was until today do not know how far that an attempt to sex was gone.

My dog died:
Don and I had pets time to time, one in particular was very dear to me: Chinook.
She was half wolf and half German shepherd. Don was very strict in disciplinning and often resort to physical violence. Chinook eventually act as if pinched back without touching the skin. Don told me the dog was dangerous and would soon bite me. He took his .22 rifle and shot, missed and yelled in pain. He fired again and ran to mourn. I found her laying in pool of blood and hugged her. Later, Don put in a garbage bag and buried her on the farm. Every time we come to the place of burial I mourn, and would don angry.

I thought it was the following:
Other small animals were sacrificed for stupid reasons, urinate in the home, throwing up worms …. and Don seemed strange and unfamiliar.
I was working picking strawberries and came up with enough money for a bus ticket to my sister in Kelowna. I left without notice, without confrontation with 2 boxes of belongings packed, starting life anew.

Getting around:
I moved every 1 / 2 years, rent this or that, being subsidized by welfare, seeking advice (free stuff), working here and there.
That eventually moving with some older men fell in love and friendship Roommate Rick.
Nothing came of it, not even a kiss, but I felt that kept me hanging on a string Sometimes it seems so interested in me and then retreating back and so on.
My heart is broken by the relationship platonic and thinner and sadder.

Learned about depression:
The early 20 now, had a smart girlfriend told me about depression as an illness. I went to see her doctor and he sent me to a specialist who would get in lithium. I told some friends and only heard bad things about that drug. I ended up being barred Prozac and it helped me.

David Hewitt:
I was working in a cafe, I met this fun-loving biker boy. NA was a recovering alcoholic and attend AA meetings. We lasted 5 months.
It was a sweet heart, but he liked too much sex and I did not. We just moved into a cabin a hobby farm where he was stranded and alone. I was then not medicated.
I became depressed to be alone, crying and screaming in the pillow.
I ended up in contact with a pastor of the church begging for help to get me back to Kelowna, where I stayed in the shelter of a woman.

Vlastimil Piroh:
I moved, finally, a nice side suite on the beach even in Kelowna. It was beautiful there.
I started going out with my neighbor, who was Czechoslovakian. We discussed a lot fairly quickly in the relationship and soon to be broke …. is when I met Steven Rhodes.
He stood out in my house, we were chatting in bed, nothing sexual yet.
Vlastimil looked out the window and flipped. He tried to hit me with a bottle of pickles.
We patched things and had a relationship total of 1 year. He is the one who taught me ballroom and 2-step dance in bars and I love it. It was challenging you, I had to be a perfect housewife, never denied …. So the arguments were interminable.
He was going to take me to the Czech Republic to join his family, I was learning their language. Decided he was ashamed of me because I was not dressed well, I closed the kitchen door … nonsense. He went to Europe without me.
She returned a month later and suggested, with a beautiful ring, I agreed.
Within the next month, he slapped me twice, I ran away from that relationship too!

Steven Rhodes:
I met again with Steven and jumped into another relationship yet. He did a B & E and went to jail. I agreed to house arrest in my room in the basement, which lasted only a couple of months (still moving every 1 / 2 year or so!).
Hairdresser finished school, get me further into debt.
Once I broke up with Steven, I put my things and sent by plane to my other sister (Patricia) in Montreal.
I lasted a week and found his way back to my home in Kelowna by establishing controls to a friend had given me so that I have enough money to return to live and Steven ($ 800.00 for 2 $ 100 checks!)
Steven and I decided to start school in computing together. Not exactly halfway, the loan was used student to come to Calgary, where there is work. Never lasted long in any job, a puppet, a drunk, and I was obsessed to look a little more ..
I found employment at minimum wage immediately, but still could not pay the bills. I decided to swallow my pride and shyness and got into exotic dancing. (which was my longest race! 5 years).
I got pregnant, could not dance after 3 months, which put me in the bar room VLT, Money was scarce again.

Emma was on my 25th birthday, a caesarean section, she was a baby 8 pounds!
We lived in a private chubby middle Calgary basement, I returned to dancing after Emma was 2 months old.
Steven and I had a difficult relationship, I could not handle his alcoholism and had a slap, or kick him away …. I was becoming violent!
I broke up with him many times, but always took him out of return. Saved me from an SUV that he wanted, he had no driver's liscence yet ….. too scared of traffic.
We decided to return to the Okanagan (Vernon) and her mother created a department for us: just had to find a job to pay the bills. I found a part-time work immediately but Steven would the truck and go to Kelowna to meet friends, drinking, smoking marijuana, for all night.
My sister Linda came to my rescue again with a new boyfriend again. She helped me pack my things and my daughter and heading to Vancouver, where he had lived for some years.
On the way to Vancouver, their leadership course got into an accident and totaled vehicle.
Everyone was good, we found our way to Vancouver with her boyfriend. Linda was in control when I was talking about finding a dance work. That's all I knew that pays enough to take care of me and my daughter.
Within a week I went back with my baby to Calgary, where I stayed with a friend stripped and returned to my old job dancing private.
I have received 8 big for my truck and I took a total mortgage a cottage in Castleridge (Calgary). It was my house! Yes!
Couple of months later I took Steven back again, besides losing his new friend Kevin.
The work was stressful because there was a bully co worker and I started to revenge for the theft of makeup and stuff.

I Steven broke again … and again, finding different boyfriend every time … and Steven again when things did not go.
At that time I knew a man in Ft McMurry called Ian Young. I was playing with my pills, depression, having less … having more .., but never being a heavy drinker, without touching the illegal drugs.
Ian saw the pain in me, he was sweet and said he would take care of me. But we had to do in that city and worked in different cities each week in a car driving to strip the ramshackle bar in a week and then another next week throughout Alberta and Northern British Columbia
We had a telephone connection of a month, when he could not reach him more and learned that he died in a car accident!
Even if I did not know Ian very well that death devastated me, and returned to the familiar: Steven.

Jon Neil:
The money was missing, bills were late, needed more money.
I found a roommate of customers in the bar worked full time in the new private dance: Jon Neil.
We became friends, he helped a A view of my relationship with Steve had to end.
He helped me in the process was chaotic, like many other times when it came to the police. But finally succeeded!
Jon, Emma and I were living in my house, and probably took me about a month of flirting with Jon and get drunk while on antidepressants, to jump into another relationship.
Here is how I did:
Jon bought me a bottle of wine, got drunk (wine glass is not necessary, just rattle of the bottle!) And finally I said:
I'm tired, I go to bed …. you coming?
Jon was a good guy from the beginning was the respectul woman, kind, courteous … but I was in love with the father of my beautiful blonde daughter. I struggled with this for a long time …. years. I wanted to marry Steven, but that was not a good choice.
Jon I have decided to propose to place (which was much more stable with a job and not abusing substances)
We had been dating only a couple of months when I suggested to Jon at (chicken!)
Jon loved me very much, but also afraid that my love for Steven surpass because I was determined to not return to it. So hurry to marry, to tie myself … Jon will not let me!
He made me wait a year before the wedding real.
I got it! But the week of our wedding was an emotional disaster for me! Poor Jon.

See a show:
on the dance of environment and malice was destroying me more and more. I was stealing more and feel remorse for it.
I decided to quit everything and went to the hairdresser Jon was very happy about.
I got pregnant and I am a person even more unstable when you're pregnant!
I began to make enemies at work, theft, with bacon … …. and finally quit.

Neil Chandler:
He had a natural son, was so happy with the win. 2 months passed by and postpartum depression was setting in I was easily annoyed and my ass first half attempted suicide by taking aspirin and such. He was taken to hospital in Calgary, was released shortly thereafter.
Have been prescribed Serzone, Paxil, forget the rest, finally, new Prozac seemed to work better. Other drugs made me too groggy and slow. Prozac helped me up and doing things.

Drunken subject:
We now live in Strathmore, I am a stay at home mom trying to make money part-time teaching piano and Internet companies. We have been married 5 years, a total of 6 1 / 2 years. Do you have a drunken night and decided to act in a crush of local stud .. The carpet cleaner! I do not know why I tried again and again in contact with that neighbor (in vain). I do not think I'm unhappy in my marriage, my marriage to Jon has been the relationship level in my life!
Maybe I want chaos again!? perhaps the same type for so long is exhausting! (longest relationship), maybe I'm mentally ill! About the Author

Rachel Neil is a Canadian mother of 2, and she’s stays at home and teaches piano.
You can find her blog here: http://rachelneildiary.blogspot.com

My time to go to college in Quebec is almost here ^ _ ^, but I have some questions.?

So, as I said its a short period of time until I graduate High School. I have some questions, though, as an international student, what should I do? How can I get my permission to live in Quebec and to study their? Can I apply for finical assistance or loans as an international student? I will be staying with a friend and his family while I study is that it is OK? The place I want to study is LaSalle College for Hotel Management. Can you give me some information I am getting a little nervous, and afraid of my future.

call the school and ask these questions. to be able to help the most since the school who know better than random people on the Internet. Quebec visited once, loved it, I hope you love the snow and cold!

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