Introduction to Me

I'm a transplant from OpenDiary.  My last entry on there was five months ago.  It's hard to believe they've been shut down that long, and I've managed to live without a blog.  I've been writing in diaries since I was 6 years old.  I joined OD when I was 15, and wrote semi-regularly until a few months ago.  I was fortunate that I logged on and saw the shutting-down notice, and was able to save my years of writing from there.  Eventually, I may transfer them here; they're a bit more private.
Since this is a starting over, I guess I need to start at the beginning.  My name is Chrissi.  I grew up in a small town in central Pennsylvania.  My parents have lived at the same address my entire life (25 years at the present).  I was desperate to grow up quickly, when I should have been indulging in my youth.
My dad lost his job my freshman year in high school.  The trucking company he had worked at for over thirty years filed bankruptcy.  The following summer, a month after my 15th birthday, his coworkers had a cook-out to get together and catch up.  The gentleman that hosted it also invited his brother's family.  His nephew was also 15.  We spent the day talking, and exchanged phone numbers, even though he had a girlfriend.  Within two weeks, he had broken up with her, and we became official.
During the next nine months, we became quite close.  He was my first love, and although his parents grew to despise me, we made it through, and he proposed on Valentine's Day.  Within a few short months, we chose to expand our family, and got pregnant.  I celebrated my sweet 16 telling the world I was 4 weeks pregnant.
Audrey Ellen was born March 13, 2005 at 5:17PM.  She surprised us all by weighing 9lb 15.8oz and was 22.5 inches long.  Perfect health.  The next months were rough in our relationship.  We were young, and neither of us could drive, so we depended on our parents for a lot.  My parents were supportive of me.  When our daughter was six months old, his parents chose to move to the other end of the country, leaving him no choice but to go with.  We were barely holding on to a thin rope; his move broke us.  I tried to stay in contact, but his parents did not allow me to call their house.  The one time I needed to, as there was an issue with our daughter, I called only to find out he had moved on with someone else.
They moved back to Pennsylvania permanently right before Audrey's first birthday.  I ignored the past, and tried to push forward for the sake of my daughter.  But things felt off.  Shortly after her birthday, I tricked him into admitting he had been cheating on me.  That was the final straw for me.  We broke up, and I focused on finishing my senior year in high school. 
After graduation, my friends hooked me up with a mutual friend who had been crushing on me.  We started dating, and he stood by my side as I took Audrey's father to court to request he sign off of his legal rights, which he willingly did.
This relationship may have been a rebound, but it was a long-term relationship, lasting over a year.  What I needed to move past the baby daddy, basically.
When we broke up, I was hurt.  Audrey was 2.5 at that point, and had grown to know this gentleman as daddy.  My parents took me on vacation as a way to cheer me up.  That trip would forever change my life.  We went to our normal spot, Myrtle Beach, SC.  Our family has a friend there that's an entertainer.  He invited us to his show, and after the finale, met us in the lobby to introduce us to the other stars.  And at that point, he introduced the bartender, Jason, to me.  We ended up exchanging numbers, and a few days passed before I received a phone call asking if I'd like to go for dinner.
My parents agreed to watch Audrey, so I went.  A nice dinner, a movie, and a night-time walk on the beach.  Things hit off well, we had a lot in common.  The next day he came over after work, went out to dinner with my family, and then him and I took Audrey to the amusement park as it was our last night at the beach.
We talked every day after I left.  We officially started dating, and a month later he flew up to PA for a week.  When I drove down to visit him over Thanksgiving, he gave Audrey a ring and she asked me if I would marry Jason.  He flew up once more over Christmas.  After that, we decided it would be cheaper for Audrey and I to move to SC, and we did, in February 2008.  I was able to stay home with Audrey for three months.  I started working for the UPS Store the week of Memorial Day. 
On June 19, 2008, amongst our families and a close friend of mine, I became Mrs. Marshall.  He started a new career, I got a promotion at work.  Things were only looking up for us.  We decided we were ready for another child, and almost immediately I became pregnant with my second child.  Audrey was ecstatic!  She could not wait to be a big sister.  She was always talking about the baby and asking how the baby was. 
The holidays started rolling around, and I became quite busy at work.  Even though I was pregnant, I was still assistant manager of the store, and therefore was there from open to close everyday, 6 days a week.  My time with Audrey was slim.  On December 18, 2008, my alarm didn't go off.  I was rushing out the door, leaving her with her step-father to be taken to the babysitter's.  She never made it.  I received a call around 1:00PM.  "Audrey's fallen, she's not responding to me."  I told him to take her to the hospital, I would meet him there.  I left my store with only one employee in it and rushed to the ER.
She was unconscious when I arrived.  To be able to put a breathing tube in her, the doctors had to put her in a medical coma.  They took her for a CAT scan, which showed she had a small amount of blood gathering at the back of her brain.  They did not have neurosurgeon on site, so she would have to be flown to either Florence or Charleston.  Charleston did not have beds available, so she was sent to Florence.  We both rushed back to our house to grab spare clothes and some of her beloved toys, then drove to Florence SC.
When we were admitted to the ER there, Audrey was showing signs of coming around.  Her eyes would follow you when you moved, if you squeezed her hand she would squeeze back.  The nurses and doctors said this was a good sign.
She was transported up to PICU and after visiting for several hours, the nurses recommended we get a hotel room nearby and try to rest up.  We did as they said, and at 6:00AM on December 19, 2008, I received a phone call that would forever change my life.  "Audrey has taken a turn for the worse.  You need to come in."  We rushed right in.  Before even making it to her bedside, the doctor stopped us.  During the night, her heart rate had spiked.  They immediately did a CAT scan and discovered the pressure had started building up in her brain.  The neurosurgeon drilled a small hole to release the pressure, but the damage had been done.  Her blood stopped flowing to her cerebellum, which would leave her a vegetable.  She would never recover.
I fell, begging God to take me instead.  I sat by her side for the next hour and slowly watched her heart rate drop.  The nurses turned off the monitors in her room, noticing I was watching them every second.  Around 7:00AM, the doctor came in and started unhooking her, announcing her death. 
We took our time to get home.  I was in no rush to be in the house, the last place my daughter had been alive.  And then the police arrived.  They questioned us together, then drove us both to the station "to get our statements."
It was well after midnight till the officers came in and said, "Print out the hallway photos that were taken.  He finally admitted it didn't happen the way he said it did."  I was in utter shock.  Within an hour, the detective came in, and while handcuffing me, he advised me that Jason admitted to pushing Audrey into the hallway wall.  He also admitted to previous times of abusing her, and I was being arrested for child neglect because I'd allowed her to be in the house alone with him.
Had I known what he was doing to her, I would have left him in a heartbeat.
I sat in J. Reuben Long Detention Center for three days.  My bail was set at $100,000.  My parents were finally able to get their money from their PA bank account and get me out, right before Christmas.  I was 20 weeks pregnant. 
I had Audrey cremated, and it was completed after the New Year.  My lawyer petitioned the courts that I may return to PA with my parents.  They agreed as long as I called my bail bondsman once a week.
After returning to PA, I was able to get to a clinic to get an ultrasound.  The only thing I had left was the baby in my belly, and the ultrasound tech advised me it looked like a boy.
Two more ultrasounds by my regular doctor confirmed that yes, I was expecting a son.  A son I had to fight for.  Children and Youth had already become involved, and were at first threatening to take my child.  My lawyer squashed that real quick, advising that I lived with my parents.  I was nervous going into the hospital on the night of May 12, 2009 to be induced.  I had tested positive on my group b strep test, so they needed to control my labor for 8 hours while antibiotics were administered.  At 8:28 AM on May 13, 2009 I was given a huge shock.  As the baby came out, my midwife exclaimed, "Uh oh!  OMG!"  Immediately putting me under stress of course.  Then she added, "Vincent's not a Vincent!  This is a baby girl!"  The little boy I was expecting, quickly had become Vivienne Ellen, my second daughter.  She was born weighing 8 lb 11 oz and was 20.5 inches.
I fought tooth and nail with C&Y after her birth.  I wasn't allowed to be alone with her for the first couple months.  They finally realized I was a good parent, and after completing a few months of counseling, months of parenting classes, in-home evaluations, they finally closed their case against me and said there was no concerns. 
It took the state of SC a little longer to realize that.  They had all the evidence that I wasn't there, and that I didn't know.  I had even passed a lie detector test for them.  They held the charges over my head though, awaiting the trial for Jason.  They wanted to make sure I wouldn't back out and not speak against him.  He accepted a plea bargain in August 2010.  Vivienne was a year old.  I had filed divorce from Jason.  Gotten back together with Audrey's father.  And was expecting my third child.  Oops.
My charges were dropped almost immediately after Jason was sentenced, almost two full years after being arrested and falsely imprisoned.  He accepted a plea of inflicting injury on a child and was sentenced to the maximum....20 years.  He will be eligible for parole after 17 years, when our daughter will be 16.  No, I am not the happiest about this.
The rest is a short downhill slope.  I gave birth to my third daughter, Schylar Ellen on February 5, 2011 at 12:23PM.  She came three weeks early, weighing in a 9lb 8 oz and 20.5 inches.  She was a big one!
When she was about five months old, her father and I moved in together.  We got married in September 2012.  After choking me out, and threatening to kill the girls and I with the shot gun he kept in the house, I called police and filed a PFA.  Although both him and his mother lied on the stand, the judge saw threw their act and granted me a three-year PFA, still active through next year.
Months later, he was also sentenced in a criminal court to two years probation and no contact with our daughter. 
After that, I looked out for myself and my daughters.  I dated occasionally, nothing ever serious.  I spent time with my friends, the ones who mattered.  It was through a friend I met my current boyfriend, out of pure chance.  We had these big plans for Halloween, and everyone else involved had backed out.  Her and I ended up at a friend of hers' house; he had lured us by saying he invited some of his military buddies.  She liked the one guy, but he had been driven by his friend.  Being the good friend I was, I played wingman and started talking to the friend for her.  We ended up convincing them to follow us back to her house for the night.  It was a fun night, and I ended up adding the guy on Facebook.
Throughout the months, we 'liked' random posts by the other, but never any real communication.  My friend and his friend had dated, but broken up.  In April I saw him posting about losing his license, and since I worked in that department for the state, I offered advice.  It ended up in a conversation, and a phone number exchange.  We texted each other a couple weeks, and then he invited me to a car meet with some of his buddies...and my kids were welcome to come, because there was a park nearby.
We went.  He introduced me to all his friends, but never excluded me.  We actually left the meet and took my girls to the park so they could play.  I enjoyed his company and conversation so much that I didn't want it to end, but it looked like rain.  I invited him to follow me to McDonald's, where we had $1 cheeseburgers and took our time eating.  He made me feel happy, and it had been a long time since I'd felt that way.
We started dating a few weeks later, the day of Vivienne's 4th birthday party.  He had met all my family, and one of my good friends.  They all approved.  At the end of May, he came on vacation with us.  Sure it was quick, but it was a good way to know if he was worth keeping around.  One week of not being able to sleep in, dealing with the two girls and me.  Plus, the whole 8-hour car trip.  On our first night down there I admitted I had fallen in love with him.
And that's how it's been since.  We started dating in May.  Started working together in July.  Moved to Alabama together in September.  Moved back to PA in November.  He was "homeless" officially, staying on his buddy's couch.  But he did it to be with us.  We got our own apartment in March, and while money and being together 24/7 sometimes cause us to fight, I wouldn't have it any other way.  He's my rock.  My best friend.  And hopefully one day I'll be able to say my lucky #3.