If you know me, you know me well. If you don't well I'll fill ya in. You no doubtedly have already found my Avon lady blog. There you will find lots to do with my AVON business. However, this blog I plan to start on a more personal nature where I will just write about my normal everyday feelings and such. But before you begin to read, here's a little bit about myself.
My name is Wendy. I was born in November, 1969 as Wendy Marie Kukulski to my parents, Frances Henry "Butch" Kukulski and Pearl Lee (Carlisle) Kukulski. I am one of three girls, but we all seem to have different Moms and Dads. My oldest sister Shelly's Mom was married to my Dad first. However, she was killed in a vehicle accident when Shelly was 3. Then Dad met Mom and I came along. I don't remember much of my wee one years. But I've learned through asking lots of questions, that my Dad and Mom split up when I was still a baby. I still don't know who is to blame for that break-up, but I love both of my parents very much. My younger sister, Margie was born to my Mom out of wedlock. So she has a different Dad. Dad met my step mom Nancy sometime during the separation and the divorce wasn't final until I was in 2nd grade. My Mom at that time had moved in with who would be classified as my STEP Dad, Stan and me and my two sisters moved in too. From what I understood Dad was with Nancy already at that time and they were living in Florida somewhere.
As I grew up Dad and Nancy did get married when I was about 10 and they had my youngest sister, Lisa in Dec of 1979. They also must have moved back to Michigan because we now got to visit Dad on holidays.
When I was a kid, I thought I had it pretty bad. I didn't like my stepdad much because he teased me so much. I was always a chubby kid and he would make fun of me and my sisters quite a bit. My mom finally got the courage to leave him in 1989, unfortunately I was already out of high school by that time. Mom always told us kids that she stayed with Stan because he could provide a good living for us all. She was right. We never wanted for much growing up and there was always food on the table--hence my chubbiness. But for the first 5 years or so of living there, my Mom suffered a great deal to have our needs be met I guess. Several times you could find us girls all huddled in a closet because Stan was beating the crap out of Mom.
We finally got old enough to realize this was wrong. So one day, while Stan had Mom on the floor and getting ready to open a can of whoop ass, Shelly, Me and Margie snuck down the hall and stood right in front of them. Shelly with her camera in hand and ready for action screamed, "Stan!" and when he looked up she said "Smile!" The flash told him the picture was taken. From that day forward, Stan never hit my Mother again!
To this day, my other two sisters that had to live through this all respect the man for giving us what we had. But to this day, I would have rather been homeless than to deal with all the insults, see all the stitches and bruises on my Mother, and just deal with everything else that had to take place under that roof.
As I got older though, I just ignored a lot of it. High School became my focus. I was boy crazy and a Cheerleader to boot. Cheering, in my opinion, is what kept me from dropping out of High Schoool. Sure I was academically average in school and never caused too much trouble in High School. I had my share of cat fights in Jr. High but as a HS Cheerleader I knew that I could not get caught in a fight or I would not be able to Cheer at the Friday Football game. So I had to be a good girl.
During my Junior year I met the love of my life (or so I thought). After I graduated High School we bought a place and moved in together. We were planning for a Wedding November 1988. However, 3 weeks before the wedding he started coming home late and coming up with new Guys he hadn't seen in a while and used those as his excuse to where he had been. Well I couldn't live like that so I broke it off and kicked him out. Only to find out a week later, that he was actually seeing his secretary at work for some time. Turns out he married her and they have a couple kids too. I still see him from time to time and he's doing well, still married and all. Funny though, she's never with him. ;)
This takes me through to my twenties... A decade of miracles, mishaps, and more heartbreak...
To Be Continued. . .
