Meet Lord Butterfly - lb8i8HOST

I'm a native of Southern, Oregon, USA. I was raised on a ranch, athletic, and deeply involved in 4-H. My parents are still married and live in the same home, and my older sister and her family live next door (he's a genius with full retrograde amnesia). I have a younger sister who has BP and who knows what else; she's got 3 kids with a man who refuses to work, sponging off my parents. My mother has BP and whatever else, AND neither she nor my sister is currently being treated for their disorders. Now ... for my dad. He's a self-employed successful mountain man who wholesales cars and trucks between regional auto auctions. Just use your imagination. That brings me to my oldest known living relative, G-ma. She's the matriarch of the family who's had a couple of strokes and now lives her life in anxiety and untreated diabetes (banana splits for lunch). I track the inventory for my father's business and work with her almost every day. She's completely lost it.

That's my family of origin, whom I love.

Gift
I'm on my second marriage. The first ... The second was/is a gift.

After the first hospitalization, due to excessive stress and BP swinging outta control ... and, oh yeah ... dry firing a shotgun into my head, I lost my first marriage ... (much longer story) I said a prayer and my wife, daughter, and son are my gift. My wife (we are now separated) has fibro, PTSD, lupus, depression, and fights the demons of years of abuse from her marriage, at 16, to a man twice her age. I tried to adopt her daughter, age 11 (I've raised since 5), but my wife stopped the adoption one week before it was final. Alex is our kid ... sandy blond hair with his mother's incandescent blue eyes, and dimples deep as the Grand Canyon, age 21mo.

This is my family, whom I love and adore.

Me
I'm a 6'4", 225 lb. BP with diabetes who hates the label BPD (yes, I'm that, too). I self-medicated and fought with not knowing what it was about me that was different most of my life. After my suicide attempt I spent some time in the hospital. It was then that BP was first mentioned, and they weren't sure enough to label me with BP. I went through the prescription routine, off prescriptions, tdocs and all. It took 7 years, 3 pdocs and God to get where I'm at today.

Work
Work consists of my father's business and my own. Like I said ... I keep track of his inventory and title transactions while trying to grow my own consulting engineering business. I've done just about every job on the planet, from selling snow cones on the beaches of Panama City Beach, FL to art department and lighting work in LA and logging in Alaska. There are a ton of stories there =)

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