how many of you are former difficult children--- Janet's response to MB got me to thinking... I was a wild child. I was in every bar in a 30 mile radius before I was 17. I smoked and drank...bicardi and coke with a twist of lemon, please. I totaled my first car 4 months after I got it. I ran away---once to my boyfriend's house. I was 17. My grandfather threatened to call the law and I came home because even though I thought I knew it all, I didn't know I could leave at 17. I got married, in a bar, at 2 o'clock in the morning in Myrtle Beach, SC to a guy who was 17 years older than I was and whose occupation was a bouncer.... I had pcson at 19. I lived in complete poverty. I thought I was happy because I was living my life on my terms. I woke up after son was born. I didn't love his father, heck, I didn't even like him very much. I was stuck. So I went back to college, worked full times selling shoes at an outlet mall. Went without so pcson could have. Then October of my senior year of college, I left ex. I went home with my tail between my legs, and they opened their arms. I had done some horrible, no-good, very bad things, but they accepted me, no questions asked. I moved back into my grandparent's home. I finished school. I partied way too much, let them watch easy child too much, but I managed to graduate. I met husband the night before I graduated from college. I already had a job at the local high school (still there 21 years later). I had been looking for a house---my grandparent's would have helped me purchase. I had a brand new car---the first since I wrecked the other they had bought me. I was not looking for a "man." But I found husband. I was 25---he was 32 and had never been married. The rest of the story is still being written, but... What about our kids? Could they turn out all right in the end? Are we so enmeshed in their lives because of the roads we have traveled? Can we really stop them from living their lives because it may lead to hardship and heartache. Isn't that what builds character? Just musing here.