Some days I wonder how I made it this far

Okay so leaving the screen up with an entire page of writing on it, was not a good idea. Somehow my not-quite 2 year old managed to select the page and delete it, then started typing away. It's cute that she is trying to be like mommy but it is not cute that I lost everything I had wrote down. Plus, she has her own tablet (don't judge) just for that reason (it's not the first time I lost something due to her playing on my computer). 

Let me introduce myself

Hi, my name is Stephanie Smith. I am 42 years old with a daughter that will be 2 years old next month. (I'll explain later). I come from a fairytale family. My parents are still happily married, as were both sets of grandparents. I have one older brother. Brad is 5 and half years older than me (to the hour). My parents raised us right, we went to church every Sunday (both morning & evening services) and on Wednesday evenings. We ate dinner together every night and discussed our day. Fairytale, right? I cannot complain about the way I was raised. But I couldn't wait to get away from it after high school. Maybe it was the rebellious part of me, maybe it was my choice of friends or just wanting a different lifestyle altogether. I wanted to have fun. Life was one big party, right? At age 19, I was told I couldn't have children, and I was perfectly fine with that. I didn't want any. I watched my friends have babies, and it seemed as if their life was over cause going out and having fun revolved around the ability of a babysitter. I was married at age 25 and divorced at 35. Those 10 years were some of the best but hardest times. That is when I learned everything about being in business, from start-ups to operations and from bookkeeping to marketing. Our businesses filled the void of children in our marriage. (Or so I thought, during our divorce, his girlfriend got pregnant). The break-up of that marriage devastated me. It ripped both my personal and professional world out from under me at the same time. I vowed that would never happen again.  I continued doing the same kind of work though. Helping a few friends turn their companies into businesses. One night at my best friend's house, I met a guy. He was also in business for himself, thus was the second marriage revolved around working together. After a couple of years of dating and a year married, divorce #2 wasn't so bad. During that time, that same best friend had just been handed a business by her husband's health declining and she asked me to help out. And I was right back to doing what I know best in the business world.