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@taylorswift put on an amazing show last night! My daughter had a blast at her first concert!

Loving someone with an addiction truly fucks you up. In the beginning, he was perfect. I never knew he had a past with heroin. When he decided to tell me he had been clean for a year. 365 days. Sober. I decided he was worth the chance. If he had relapsed, it wasn't because he was weak. It would be choice. After a couple months together we found out we were expecting! Due April 2015. So excited, and nervous, we were both 22. This would be my second child and his first. Our families weren't happy at first but became excited quickly. From the day of the positive pregnancy test he said "it's gonna be a boy. He's gonna be a badass like his daddy. I can't wait to teach him guitar, music, and baseball". A few months later in December we learned it was a boy!! We were having a son! Joy quickly turned to heartbreak. As everything with my pregnancy was perfect, my relationship was not. On New Years morning I received a phone call from my boyfriends father. He said he caught him in bed with another woman. I was devastated. Weeks later I found myself learning more and more. He had relapsed on heroin, he was still cheating on me with a 37 year old woman with 7 kids, who 2 of them are our age. He became emotionally and verbally abusive towards me and had me kicked out of my moms. He would tell me to get an abortion or put the baby up for adoption. He left me at a McDonald's to go be with this woman. When he was with me, he was brutal. At one point I was in tears, begging him to not shoot up anymore, but he would make me watch him. It broke my heart every time. After weeks of abuse and cheating, I had enough. One night again he left me at a McDonald's and someone called the police. An officer arrived, got my information and say me down and just talked to me. Having very bad anxiety, I started contracting. He called my parents and called an ambulance. My dad came and picked me up and I went home. I stayed away from him. For the next 2-3 months I built my relationship back up with my family and also his. His family is amazing. They've been so supportive, as have mine. I had to build myself back up also. I felt so broken. April 19th came and I went into labor. Everyone was by my side except for the one person who should have been, my sons father. He was with his old girlfriend. My son was finally here. After 26 brutal hours of labor, on April 20th, he was here. He had a big family that loved him. Everything in that moment was perfect. Now, my son is 10 months old. His father is still not around, still with the same girl he left me for, and still on drugs. He doesn't see his son and hasn't been there when necessary. That's okay, because he has my family and his dad's family to love him. He has everything he needs and more. As for me, I have my 2 beautiful, healthy, perfect children. I feel great and stronger than ever.

Let me tell you something that absolutely sucks. Not having my dad. Let's start from the beginning. My father is Daniel Basile. I grew up knowing my dad when he was prison. Until I was 9 it was visits, constant letter writing, birthday gifts, and weekly phone calls. It didn't matter where he was, I love my dad and to me, he was great. My mom had me at 16, and was a single mom. She's amazing. She's had to go through so much stress at a young age while being pregnant. Before I was born my father was accused of murdering this woman Elizabeth Decaro. He was hired by her husband (If you want to know more about the case Google it. It'll be the first thing to pop up). Although I feel for their loss, I lost out too. 4 children lost their mother and I lost my father. When I was 9 my father received the death penalty. Missouri is one state that strongly believes in it, even with sircimstantial evidence. On August 14, 2002, I attended my fathers funeral. I'll never forget. My mother had to sit me down and tell me. I remember I had stayed that previous night with my cousin, the next morning I was eating fruit loops when my mom and grandpa walked in. She sat me down with her and all she said was "we tried baby, we did the best we could" and my heart broke and I was in tears. A few hours later I was trying to smile for a picture with my mom to bury with my dad and then attend my first funeral. My fathers last wishes were that I do positive things in life. I try everyday to make my dad proud. My mom tells me all the time how I'm so much like my dad and look just like him. I'm now almost 24, and I'm a mother of 2 beautiful children. Both of my children are named after my dad in some way. I'm going back to college, and I'm working hard to be the best I can be. He would be such a proud grandpa and father. There's not one day that goes by that I don't think about or miss my dad. I don't care what anyone has to say about him, bottom line is he was the best father he could be to me while alive.

On August 9, 2015, I lost my best friend. At 20 years young God called her home. I still haven't gathered all my thoughts, and I still don't want to believe this is real. I'm not sure that I've ever felt so broken and lost in my life. You were there for me at my lowest point in my life and also at my best. Even when we hated each other we loved each other like sisters. You always had my back and I had yours. I'm not sure who I'm gonna call to vent, or who I can lay in bed with for countless hours watching criminal minds or law and order. I can breathe easy knowing you'll always be by my side for the rest of my life, but it'll be hard without you physically here. Your services were absolutely beautiful, & you looked amazing. I hugged your mom so tight and just cried. She told me to be strong at that your spirit will live with us. When she handed me and all your close friends a rose off your casket, I lost it. I haven't been able to hold myself together. You're mom hugged all of us and said she loved us. I talk to her all the time. She's doing well considering you being gone, but it's not easy for any of us. I love you so much baby girl. Rest easy, Alli.