The Fralick Family

Since I'm at 140 posts, I asked my facebook friends for some help with ideas for 10 more posts to get me to 150.  I got one.  Thanks, guys.  BUT, that one had some good ideas.  Though I'm not sure that I will write about all of them, they will give me a start.  One of my good friend Angie's suggestions was "moving to different houses".  I'm not sure exactly what she meant, so we'll just start at the beginning and go from there!

I don't really remember a lot of the early moving days.  My parents divorced when I was 5ish I think and unfortunately we lived with her and visited my dad on the weekends.  We lived in a few different places with her, and finally for a few years lived in the same place in Thompsonville.  I hated living with her and her boyfriend.  Everything about it.  But, that's a different story.  I would cry and cry to go live with my dad.  I can't imagine now how he felt knowing how we lived.  But, when I was somewhere around 12, I finally got to go live with him because I could stay on my own after school until he got home.  What a change.  There weren't a dozen people crammed in a filthy trailer.....it was clean and there was peace and quiet. 

The next year, we moved to West Frankfort.  My dad's business was here, I assume that's the main reason why we moved.  I hated to leave, but was excited about a bigger school and meeting new friends.  Eventually, Amy and Raymond soon followed and moved in with us.  Everything was fine until....he married this money loving rhymes with witch  lady named Lori.  She was ok in the beginning, she had to put on a show I'm sure of it.  She had a little boy that moved in with us and over time, jealousy sat in with me.  I hated it.  Her true colors came out, and to this day I will swear that she told lies about things I had said/done just to get me in trouble.  Yet again, that's a different story, and it's in the past. 

Since I never had a reliable, caring mother my Aunt Patty filled that void as much as she could.  She was who I ran to when I had issues and she was my saving grace.  I moved in with her and my Uncle and cousins when I was a Sr. in high school.  It was like deja vu all over again, leaving my friends just months before graduation, but something had to be done.  So, I moved to Sesser and started a new school all over again. 

I lived with Aunt Patty and Uncle Jerome until I met my future husband and I eventually moved in with him.  We moved a few times and finally bought a house in WF.  We both worked here and my family was here.  I loved the house, but it never felt like home to me.  Ultimately, we divorced and I moved out.  For the first time in my life, I lived a.l.o.n.e.  It was terrible.  Right after a divorce is awkward anyway, because your mutual friends don't know who to talk to so it was very lonely.  I thought I would love it, but I was bored.  All of the time. 

I found love again and moved in with Bill....all the way in Waltonville.  This was more in the sticks that living in Thompsonville!  I finished school at Rend Lake and we bought a house in WF, where we are still today.  I have packed and unpacked more boxes that I care to remember, but it really doesn't seem like that much to me now.  I'm not done, I know we won't stay here forever.  We both want to live in the semi-country and someday we will.  Moving sucks.  Living on my own sucked.  But, somehow it all worked out and I wouldn't have it any other way!

Well, there's 141....what's next?!