*TSK TSK TSK* SOOO sorry its taken me this long for me to add a second chapter, I thank you all who reviewed the first chapter, you've probably given up on me by now. But I went on a month long vacation, and I honestly tried, but I couldn't figure out what to continue with. Well, it finally came to me, after about a month and a half, now I have no idea what Abby's life was like when she was younger, this is just my speculation, but here it is, part two of "My Life"

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this fic, well, except for Jim.

Now, on with the fic...

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She had just got done telling me about her problems, I figured I might as well share some of mine. Now, I am a very closed person, I don't make friends that easily, and I honestly don't like telling people about my problems. I thought I might give it a go, I've felt like crap recently, and I thought that talking about my problems might make me feel a bit better.

"Well it starts out like this" I told her, "I guess everything started to go wrong once Eric was born. Before then my dad had left my mom, and she had remarried Jim, Eric's dad. He never liked me much, but once Eric was born, he started yelling at me, he told me he never loved me, I wasn't his, he told me I wasn't going to amount to anything. He favored Eric, he got all the toys, at Christmas, Jim would take my presents that my grandparents, aunts, and uncles sent me and either gave them to Eric, or if they were too girly, he'd throw them away. My mom would always take me aside and secretly give me some gifts, that was when she was happy. The times when Jim was working was when I'd spend some of the best times with my mom, she was bipolar. She would take her pills and she just seemed so happy with Jim, I didn't have the heart to tell her he beat me. He never seriously hurt me, I'd just have a few bruises, and he'd only do it when he knew she wouldn't be home for a while. I just dealt with it. He gave up when he figured out it didn't harm me anymore. He just started to ignore me, and by this time Eric was able to talk pretty well. When he was about 5, Jim tried to teach him to hate me, but it didn't work, I always helped Eric with whatever he had to do. When Eric got to be 6, Jim finally gave up, Eric wasn't becoming his idea of a perfect child, and my mom wasn't taking her pills all the time, he just left one day. I didn't mind much, but my mom almost completely stopped taking her medicine. It became hectic, I was 12 then, and sometimes she would leave us for days at a time, she always made sure we had food thought, I learned how to cook at a young age. I don't remember much of my teenage years, I spent most of them drinking. It was the only way to get rid of the pain at that age, at least, I thought so. During High school, even though I was a drunk, I was also a teacher's pet, you know, one of those kids that the teacher favors, and she doesn't care if your work isn't in on time. I winged my way through, and I had excellent grades. Then, in my senior year, I decided I'd had enough of just barely getting the grades I wanted, I got my act together, and took all the classes I wanted. I applied to mainly local colleges and universities, but I figured I'd at least give a bigger school a try, so I sent in an application to Penn. I think I died the day I found out I was accepted, I hadn't gotten my hopes up. By then I had met Richard, he was going to school to become a doctor. We had known each other for about 7 months before we started dating. We got engaged a year and a half after that, with the wedding 6 months from then. He promised me things would be ok, we decided he should finish school, and then I start again, so we didn't have so many debts. Well, it didn't work that way, we were in too much debt as it was, but I was determined to get to med. school, I wasn't going to let anything stand in my way, not even Richard and his debts. After I had made it through my first year, Richard and I decided to get a divorce, well, I decided to get a divorce. He was never home, and finally I realized he was staying somewhere else with some whore. Subconsciously, I knew something was going on, I just didn't want to admit it. So we were getting a divorce and we had debts up the wazoo. I let Richard take care of them, well, I tried to. In my third year of med. school, he didn't pay my tuition, so they kicked me out. I was pissed of course, but I just went back to nursing, my fall back career. I was already having problems, I had quit smoking and drinking 5 years ago, but I couldn't stand it, I went back to smoking, I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself. That's about the time me and Luka started dating, well, tried to. You see, on our first date, we were mugged, and Luka beat the guy to death, I don't think he meant to, he was just protecting me. He wouldn't hurt a fly unless it threatened someone, but after that, he was a wreck for a while, there was nothing I could do. He felt so guilty, he attempted to figure out who the guy was, so he could contact the family. I'm not sure how that went. Finally things got back to normal. Then, my loving mother shows up at work, now, I'm not saying I don't love her, I do. Its just, when she doesn't take her medication she can be uncontrollable, and that's how she showed up. I tried to deny the fact that I knew her, but then she went ballistic, it was so embarrassing. She disturbed things with me and Luka, not drastically, but it just affected us. She left after a while, things were pretty tense between me and Carter, he has a major crush on me, and he couldn't stand to see me with Luka. He also couldn't stand the fact that I complained about Luka to him like he was one of my girlfriends. That's what I thought of him as, just one of my girlfriends, I didn't have many, I got along with Carol fairly well, but then she left. Its not like I'm gonna become friends with Kerry, and I just couldn't seem to get along with Elizabeth. Then, I had to go get my mom in Oklahoma, let me tell u, you are lucky you have a normal mom" She but in just then, "Believe me," she said, "Your mom may be bipolar, but my mom is just a mental case, she has issues she needs to work out, she has never been a great mom, I always went to my friend's mothers when I needed advice" "I guess, she was there for me when I needed her, most of the time," I continued, "But I had to go get her in Oklahoma, Luka really got pissed off, because Carter offered to come with me and I agreed. I mean, Luka wasn't going to come and I wanted company. We drove back to Chicago, and, gee, what would make this story a bit more interesting? On the way back, my mom took a whole pack of sleeping pills, I thought she was going to die, I was scared, but yet, I wasn't, I just didn't want her to leave this way. There's more in that story, but it could get to long, it brings back bad memories, and I just don't want to talk about it. Well, Luka and I broke up a while after that, that's another story in itself, don't get me started. Well, as you know, I had the crazy neighbors who "LOVED" each other too much, and we all know how that turned out, but Joyce was the one who got me drinking again. She offered me a beer on my birthday, and I had had a crummy day that day, my mother was the only one who knew it was my birthday and it was just a bad day. Well, that brings us up to about where we are now, sitting here, talking" I looked at her, she seemed like she listened, but I wasn't sure. I knew I wasn't going to tell her about me and Carter, she wanted us together, but somehow I couldn't bring myself to do it. After a while she finally spoke "WOW!" is all she could say. I didn't blame her, because if I had just heard that story, I'd be speechless too. "Well, this has been a fun night," I said, "But I think I should be going, I'm on at 7 tomorrow." I hadn't realized it was 12:30, I needed to get home, but it had been great, I finally had a friend I could just talk to, I needed one of those.

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She really told me everything, she seems like the kind of person who keeps everything locked up inside. She didn't mention anything about Carter, so I figured I wouldn't tell her he told me about the kiss. She might have wanted to keep that private. I figured I should get to bed too, it had been a long day.

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OK, so it wasn't as good as the first, I know, but if I continue it should get better, please R&R, tell me if I should continue, and with what. Feedback is welcome at mountain_du_adict@hotmail.com