Forgive me if I'm all over the rambling place with my blogs.  Today I thought I'd tell the story of how I moved out of my mother's the day I turned sixteen.  Of course the events leading up to this point...story. But luckily for my bored readers, (and that's if anyone ever actually reads this stuff)... There is an ending... Married at Seventeen, Divorced by Eighteen...  oh yeah... there is an end...