Bøker av Talented Evans

I was adopted so young I barely remember it. Although it was by blood relatives, I grew up in a loveless home with people who abused me mentally, physically, and emotionally. Too young to know how to deal with my emotions, I began to act out.By the age of twelve, I was drinking, drugging, and smoking cigarettes. Staying in trouble became normal. I had become just as toxic as my environment. That caused me to carry a lot of baggage to college with me. There I met my first husband and my children's father. From infidelity to prison, this had to be the pettiest relationship I have ever seen or been in. The thirteen long years of heavy drinking, drugging, and domestic violence were a bad atmosphere for our girls. We were creating more damaged goods.Once I decided to leave my train wreck of a marriage, I found the divorce to be as messy and complicated. Situations like this have a way of exposing the fake people in your life. It lets you know who is for you and who has secretly been against you. The moment I decided to do what I felt was best for me and my girls, the ridicule began, and it was relentless. I was immediately a bad mother. I had to stand my ground and defend the decisions I made. I had to show my so-called family and friends I was strong enough to stand alone. I never really had a family, just a bunch of relatives. I never had many friends, just true frenemies. It was me against the world, and I was ready for battle.After the divorce was final and I was kid-free, my drinking, drugging, and partying spiraled out of control. This led me to people who helped me turn things around. Regardless of how bad things got, my club brothers never turned their backs on me. That's why joining a motorcycle club was one of the best decisions I ever made. It didn't hurt that when I met the sergeant at arms, I wanted one hot night with him. However, after I got to know him, I wanted him all to myself. We started as best friends, and our relationship was solid. It was definitely tested. From my children returning home, my multiple arrests, and my bad relationship with his family. Through it all, he had my back.I had spent the majority of my life masking. Riddled with addictions to stealing, food, alcohol, drugs, sex, money, and gambling, I had a lot of self-reflecting and growing to do. All this was made possible with a stretch in the penitentiary. I had to start with separating religion and spirituality. Religion was forced on me. It was time for me to decide. My physical being may have been trapped in a cage, but my mental stability was far worse. I needed to free myself and my mentality from bondage and truly begin to heal and grow.My life may have been an uphill battle, but I made it to the top, a much-better Mz. Talented.

My divorce was final, and I was kid free. Although it was a choice I made, I was at the lowest point in my life. I spiraled all the way out of control-what we all know as hitting rock bottom. I needed to build myself back up and get my shit together quickly.All the drinking, drugging, and partying led me to people that helped me turn things around. Regardless of how bad things got, my club brothers never turned their back on me. That's why joining a motorcycle club was one of the best decisions I ever made.It didn't hurt that I had a thing for the sergeant at arms. When I met him, I just wanted one hot night with him. After getting to know him, I wanted him all for myself. We both had one marriage, with kids, behind us. The difference was, his was recent. I knew I needed to tread lightly while snagging my man.Starting as best friends, I felt like our relationship was solid. It was definitely tested when my children returned home, and we moved to Georgia. There was plenty of fighting. Things weren't good with me and his family. I went to jail a few times, and my kids starting acting differently toward him.He showed me that no matter what we'll face, it will be together. He defended me no matter who it was. Every time I went to jail, he held me down. He continued to provide for my girls regardless of how they felt about him. He convinced me I've found my riding partner for life.

It was time for me to gather my girls and leave my train wreck of a marriage. The divorce, although needed and inevitable, was as messy and complicated as the marriage.We were separated at least a year before he filed. I had been doing me. The girls and I had been living it up. I knew you couldn't move forward looking back, so I was ready to move on at his expense. I knew we were finished, and I needed to put it behind me. I thought it would be easy. Wishful thinking. This divorce took way too much time, and I felt like I had the worst judge on the bench.Situations like this have a way of exposing the fake people in your life. It let's you know who is truly for you and who has secretly been against you. Family and so-called friends turned their back on me and continued to betray me. I never imagined the people closest to me would do and say the things they did and said to and about me.The moment I decided to do what I felt was best for me and my girls, the ridicule began, and it was relentless. I was immediately a bad mother. I received so many disturbing messages that I sent a few of my own, changed my number, and moved on with my life, without them in it.I had to stand my ground and defend the decisions I made. I needed to show I was strong enough to stand alone. I had pushed away and removed a lot of people from my life at this time.I never really had a family, just a bunch of relatives. I never had many friends, only true frenemies. On top of that, my relationship with my girls got sketchy. I felt like it was me against the world, and I was ready for battle.

Adopted at an early age, I had no idea what was going on or what was about to happen to me. I found myself growing up in a household with people that abused me mentally, physically, and emotionally. Not knowing how to deal with living in a loveless home, I began to act out. I was out of control in school. I made sure I got good grades. My behavior, on the other hand, showed that I was a troubled child. I did not listen to teachers, principals, or anyone else. I pulled fire alarms and locked classroom and bathroom doors. I was always in the principal's office for fighting or stealing. I even remember sliding down the front hall in my slip. That was just kindergarten. I began drinking, drugging, and smoking cigarettes at the age of twelve. At that time, I felt like I was completely free of all emotion. There was nothing or no one that was ever going to hurt me again. I had become just as toxic as my environment. I carried all that baggage to college with me. It was there I met my children's father. From infidelity to prison, the back-and-forth in this relationship was shameful, to say the least. This had to be the pettiest relationship I have ever seen or been in. Instead of walking away, we got married and had two daughters together. It was thirteen long years of heavy drinking, drugging, and domestic violence. Our children witnessed far too much far too soon. I was creating more damaged goods.