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.