Testimony Pt 1

A couple of days ago while visiting with a new friend we ended up visiting about my life and the things that had transpired while growing up. By the time the conversation came to an end I had shared my entire testimony. Needless to say it was a very long story. After a few minutes she looked at me and very gently asked me if I would ever be willing to share my testimony on a bigger scale. I looked at her and very seriously said NO! My testimony is something that I will very rarely share with anyone. The reason being I tend to come across people who end up judging me instead of looking at how far God has taken me in my life. I also don't like to share my story because it makes me feel prideful. Thirdly I really don't like to share my story because for me it is nothing special. I don't see it as anything earth shattering. But when I do share it with the people I trust they are amazed that I have come as far as I have come and the hurdles I have had to jump through life.

So with all that being said I have decided to share my story or at least write it all down. I am truly scared to do this but it has been all I can think about since I visited with my friend. So I am taking that as I am supposed to share my story.

I will be sharing my testimony in parts as it is fairly long and I don't have much time to sit and type. Please be patient with me as I begin to share.

I was born December 16, 1971 to Ernie and Sharon Wiggins(Miller). My father had only been home from Vietnam for about a year. My father was struggling with issues from the war and really did not want children at the time but my mother did, so she took matters into her own hands. The marriage lasted until I was around 1 years of age at which time they divorced. My mother then remarried a man by the name of Roger Miller. I was around 2 or 3. He had 3 children from another marriage. Whenever I was 6 years of age my half sister was born. From the time I was 8 my life became hell. My step-fathers oldest son came to live with us and that is when the nightmare begin. No one ever knew what went on but until the summer of my 7th grade year I was sexually molested by my step-brother. Also since the time of my sisters birth my mother treated me like dirt. My sister was her favorite and she was not afraid for me to know it. I was constantly yelled at, hit, spanked for the slightest things and even things I never did.

The summer before my 7th grade year my step-father died. He had had an accident in the oilfield many years before and was permanently disabled from a back injury. He could not work. Well that spring he got really ill with pneumonia and battled it all spring. On the night that he died I specifically remember my mother yelling at him and throwing his pills at him telling him that she did not care whether he lived or died. She did this because he was so sick he could not hardly hold his head up to take his medication. Sometime during the night he got up and overdosed on his medications. I remember waking up and hearing my mother screaming and seeing her sitting on his chest doing chest compressions. That is the morning that he died. I thought that from there on out my life might improve but boy was I wrong.

That is all for now. I will continue my story tomorrow.

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