Forever and Always... A True Love Story, Is Published

What is Forever and Always... about?



Originally intended to be marketed as fiction, it is my life story, or at least the most important parts of it.



Why did you decide to sell it as a memoir rather than fiction?


I feel that the message it contains would be better served if readers knew it is a true story, not something plucked from my imagination.



What prompted you to write this book?



Years ago, a friend of mine told me that my life would make a great screen play. After a great deal of thought, I decided to write a book instead.



Why should people read it?



I have an important message to share with female readers in particular. Mine is a message of empowerment. I have experienced an enormous amount of tragedy in my life, but I've come out on top, by refusing to be beaten and believing in my heart of hearts that life was meant to be better than it was.



What makes your story different from all of the others like yours?



I am an ordinary person. I am not a movie star or other public figure, who, quite frankly seem untouchable by ordinary people like myself. Every famous person has a story to tell, I'm sure, but an eventful lifetime adventure about an ordinary teenage girl as she becomes a woman of adventure, is easier for the average person to relate to.



My story is a testament to both true love and the Law of Attraction in action in my average, everyday life. I want others to know that they can direct their lives and transform them into exactly what they want them to be, and how to do that. All it takes is focused attention and undying belief. We all have the power with in ourselves to change the circumstances in which we live. No one has to be a victim of, or in their lives. All change comes from with in. If you want it bad enough, you will move toward manifesting it in your life. You can draw your heart's desire to you. My story proves that.



When was your book published and how can someone get a copy of it?



Forever and Always... A True Love Story, was published on April 19, 2010 in association with Lulu Press. Copies can be purchased either as an instant download, or in print by following this link: Forever and Always



Will your book be in bookstores, online or off?



Yes, very soon it will be available from most major retailers. But, you don't have to wait if you check out the link I gave you.

This is a recollection of my life from 1979 to the present. I fell in love some 30 years ago, and never gave up on that love, no matter what else life had to throw at me, and plenty of it was not pleasant. However, my undying love saw me through and carried me up many tall hills, until that love would be realized in all of its magnificence.

It is my personal testament to the power of the Law of Attraction in action in my own life. I would be honored to share it with you.

This time of year gets me to thinking about my family. I miss my maternal grandparents and traveling to their home for Christmas day and dinner. My grandmother was a fabulous cook, and everything she knew gets applied to the dinner I make for my family.

I have a father, but I do not know him. He does not know me and isn't interested in knowing the oldest of his six children either. We haven't spoken in more than ten years.

My father was never a big part of my life after my parents' divorce (1971); however, we were close before then. I never got to spend time with his side of my family, except for the brief period I lived with my paternal grandparents. Growing up, the only family I really got to know was my mother's family.

I do not know four of my younger siblings, because their mother kept me secret from them until 1991, when I crashed my grandparents' 50th anniversary party. By then, my first born was already two years old. I was 25 years old. I had been married for five years.

You can't miss something you never had, which is true. I don't miss my father, I miss the fact that I didn't grow up with a father figure in my life, except for my maternal grandfather who is now dead. I was always envious of my friends who had daddies to run to. I didn't have one of those.

When I was in grade school, I used to consider telling my friends that my dad was dead, so they'd quit pestering me about where my dad was. Divorce wasn't yet a common occurence in society. Most of my friends had whole family units and couldn't identify with my life without a dad. I was often looked down upon because my parents were divorced; like it was my fault. But that was the way it was in the 70's.

I became a parent at the tender age of eight. I took care of myself after school, cooked meals, cleaned house and did the laundry. When I had free time I baby-sat for money. If that is, if I weren't looking after my younger brother.

It was almost as though when my father left, my mother did too. She was there physically, but that was about it.

I respect the fact that she worked full time to support my brother and me, but that was only 40 hours per week. We didn't get the rest of the time.

I couldn't resign myself to slavery, so I rebelled. I was hell bent that I would do things my own way, and I did. I began my growing by making mistakes and getting into bad situations; learning the hard way. Learn I did. I've got the lumps to prove it. (two divorces) In the end, I wouldn't trade any of it, because of the life it has led me to. I have never been happier than I am right now.

Forever and Always

Adland never stops amazing me.
Sometimes GOOD sometimes not so good.
Why? One minute we are a busy forum posting place
And then good folks post a forum and nobody notices.

Many of you will remember our old friend Trina.

Trina has been off writing her life/love story, she came here to tell us about it recently.

Result: I bought a copy (even here in the UK), whatsmore I read it.

No, love stories aren't just for the girls.

Trina's life has been sooooo different to my settled family upbringing and a little more recent however I found the book moving and a glimpse of a much tougher world.

Her book is called Forever and Always. It shows me, and hopefully you, that we all have a story to tell.

I thought I knew Trina. Wrong.
Trina is a strong and determined lady who has used her life to act upon her experiences.

Why am I telling you all of this?
Go to her forum at
http://community.adlandpro.com/forums/post/2399177/InterviewwiththeAuthor.aspx?flag=3286465

Buy a copy for yourself, tell some friends that you know the author and get them buying.

I like a lady willing to do the work.

Support a fellow Adlander and enjoy a good story.
Not hard is it?
Roger

"Mom, will you just leave me alone!" I screamed at her. "My homework is done; the dishes are too, I just want to go out and ride my bike!"
"I said, No!" she screamed back. "I am going over to Carly's and you need to stay with your brother."
"But he's outside playing; you can see him from Carly's back door," I insisted. "Why do I have to stay here?"
"Because I said so," was her only reply. That was always her answer to my questions regarding my freedom, or anything else that concerned me.
Mom and I did not get along like a mother and daughter should. We shared a bedroom, but that seemed to make thing worse. She hated my posters, my music and my friends. I tried to escape her by staying in our bedroom, but she would stomp up the stairs and unplug my 8-tracks and complain about the noise. Nothing I did could please her. I talked on the phone too much; I had friends over, I listened to music too loud, and she'd curse me for watching 'Saturday Night Live'.
I got good grades and went to school like I was supposed to, but when that didn't appease her, I started cutting classes. I'd show her.
I didn't like my mother much. She was too controlling and not very hip. She wanted me to be someone I knew, even then, I was not. I wasn't going to give in. In my opinion, she would've been better off if she'd have grown up to be a nun, not my mother. I felt like her slave, not her child.
I rebelled. I started hanging out with kids that smoked and drank and got high. Doing these things made me feel in control of my own life, simply because she did not condone such behavior. When I stayed out all night, for the first time, she sent the cops after me. They found me hiding out at my thinking spot, getting stoned and nursing a hangover. My thinking spot was an old WWII radar installation that was not much more than a shell of a building surrounded by trees.
I'd spent the night walking in the rain, drinking beer and getting raped. The part about getting raped, no one would know about until years later; many years later. I was too scared to tell anybody. And, at the point where the cops had picked me up, I wasn't sure it really happened. Everything that happened on the previous night was a blur. However, once I had been locked up in juvy, I realized it really had happened. I had hickeys and teeth marks all over my chest.
After spending a few days in the detention center, I was sent to the shelter home for a week or so and from there, I went back home and I was put on home detention, which meant I had to report my comings and goings and maintain a curfew. My Home Detention Officer was a grumpy, wrinkled, old man who was very rude. The fact that I had to check in with him every time I went someplace was an total annoyance.
Oh God, how I wished I were an adult, living on my own and playing by my rules! My 18th birthday was quite a way off, but it couldn't get here soon enough for me.
My parents divorced in 1971, when I was five years-old. Since then I had seen my father only a handful of times. That was enough for me to know that living with him would be worse than staying with Mom. My dad had remarried and my step-mother was a witch. They were Born Again Christians, which to me was worse than my Catholic mother. My dad loved to thump his Bible and actually had me convinced, at the age of nine, that the zodiac symbols at the base of my aluminum globe were evil signs of the devil. I threw the globe in the trash. By the time my step-mother had given birth to her first child I could not stand visiting them anymore. She was cruel to my brother and me. He, Tory, got up in the middle of the night once, and had to wash out a dirty diaper so that he could use the toilet. He wet himself while he rinsed the diaper and she beat him for it. Poor kid; he was only four years old. So, I told them I didn't want to come visit anymore; Tory and I never went back there after that.
My dad and his wife had three more children over the next several years; however, they would not know of my existence until 1991. The witch did not want her kids to know that she had stolen someone else's husband and forced him to leave two children behind. She had seduced my father at the age of sixteen. (He was 11 years her senior.)
When my parents divorced, my brother and I stayed with my mom, and after I stopped visiting Dad, Lorraine would not even let him get letters in the mail from me. She would throw my letters to my dad in the trash.