Conquering Chaos

by Catelynn Lowell

  Conquering Chaos

  Copyright © 2015. All Rights Reserved.

  ISBN (Hardcover): 978-1-61868-923-8

  ISBN (eBook): 978-1-61868-924-5

  Cover photo by Ashley Haponek and Emily Knowles, Four 13 Photography

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  Published by Post Hill Press

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Introduction

  Chapter 1: A Very Unusual Love Story

  Chapter 2: “Bad Kids”

  Chapter 3: Life With Drugs & Alcohol

  Chapter 4: From Teen Sex To Teen Pregnancy

  Chapter 5: A Better Life For A Child

  Chapter 6: The Adoption Journey

  Chapter 7: Growing Up Fast

  Chapter 8: Holding Onto Each Other

  Chapter 9: Planning A Happy Home

  Chapter 10: Taking Responsibility

  Chapter 11: A Chance To Inspire

  INTRODUCTION

  There are not enough words to describe the love we have for everyone who picked up this book. Whether you’ve watched us on MTV as we grew from terrified teenagers that were forced to grow up way too fast or you just happened upon this book while browsing the bookstore, we feel very humbled knowing that you have invested in our story.

  This book was written for one reason: to inspire you. Maybe you relate to the struggles we have overcome and you’ll walk away feeling empowered to change your life. Whatever your takeaway might be: The reason we wrote this book was for you. Plain and simple. That’s why we didn’t hold back when it came to sharing our happiest moments, like our love story, or our darker days, growing up in the shadow of violence and abuse.

  There’s a lot to be learned from our story. The whole story. It’s easy to forget that there were sixteen years before the cameras started rolling. And those sixteen years were filled with highs and lows. One thing you’ll learn about us is that we are very open and honest about the obstacles we have faced, many of which never made it on air but have shaped us into the people we are today.

  And it wasn’t luck that got us this far. From the day we found out Catelynn was pregnant with Carly, we knew we wanted a better life for her. That meant we needed to better ourselves. We also knew that placing Carly for adoption, while it was the right thing to do, would be a sacrifice harder than anything we have ever faced. What we didn’t realize was that our decision would give us the determination to go after everything we wanted out of life.

  Life before Carly meant being shuffled from trailer park to trailer park. For us it was normal to have to keep tabs on an intoxicated parent or have to deal with the cops. We were all too familiar with the way that drugs destroyed lives, leaving children to pick up the pieces. Sometimes our lives felt so unstable we weren’t sure we would even make it through high school. It would have been easy to blow off our education, to continue the cycle of drug abuse and teen parenting, but because of Carly we knew we had to forge our own paths to get far away from where we started.

  Of course, there were bumps along the way. Choosing adoption drove a wedge between the relationships we had with our parents. Their reactions to our decision broke our hearts and made placing Carly harder than we’d imagined. At the time we didn’t realize that Catelynn’s mom would take it personally that we wanted a different life for our daughter than the one she had chosen for her own kids, or that Tyler’s dad would rage against placing Carly with adoptive parents who could give her a stable home despite his record of being in and out of jail throughout Tyler’s life.

  With our parents pleading for us to parent the baby we had to take a good look at our lives. Could we provide a secure and happy home for a child at sixteen without jobs, diplomas, or reliable parents of our own to help out? Not only that, but we also had to take into account the long history of abuse and addiction within our families, some of which went all the way back to our great-grandparents. We realized that because of this history, we grew up seeing exactly what we did not want our futures to look like, and we knew the cycle would never end if we decided to parent our daughter in the same environment. We did not want to end up like our parents, and we certainly didn’t want that for Carly either. By choosing adoption we could be the first generation to put an end to the vicious cycle of abuse, addiction, and poverty.

  Even with all the backlash that came with our decision, we stuck by it because we knew it was the right choice for everyone. By placing our daughter for adoption we gave her adoptive parents one of the greatest gifts you can give, and we gave Carly a chance at the life we always dreamed of. From the moment we watched her drive off with her adoptive parents, we knew we were going to do everything we could to become people that she would be proud of one day. That’s how we went from teenage delinquents to hard-working young adults with big plans.

  We traded in partying and getting into trouble for jobs, eventually becoming caregivers for kids and adults with special needs. We started to take school more seriously because we knew if we wanted to go places we had to buckle down, get our diplomas, and start making plans for college. At this point we were making something of our lives together, and nothing was going to get in our way. Not the effects of our childhoods, and not any obstacles in our relationship. But that doesn’t mean those things didn’t creep up on us, sometimes testing our bond.

  We couldn’t erase the fact that we had gone through an eight month separation early on in our relationship, or the lies and trust issues that came from it later. We couldn’t erase the sexual abuse that Tyler suffered early on in his childhood and how it had continued to affect him throughout his life. And we couldn’t erase our ties to the past and the dysfunctional world we’d come from, which was still full of friends and family we loved with all our hearts. We knew we needed to deal with these issues if we wanted to make it as a couple and be the kind of people Carly would look up to one day.

  We had been lucky to have had very little conflict throughout our relationship when we were still “just kids,” but after Carly we didn’t feel like kids anymore. Our relationship took on a whole new meaning. At sixteen we felt like adults, which meant we were now in an adult relationship. Catelynn’s history of lying and the pain that Tyler still harbored from our separation really began to chip away at our relationship’s solid foundation. If we were going to make it we knew we needed to heal so we could continue taking control of our lives and empowering ourselves.

  This isn’t just a story about relationships, teen pregnancy, or even adoption. This is a story about breaking the cycle of dysfunction and learning how to overcome even the toughest obstacles that life throws your way. This is our story and we are grateful that you have chosen to read it.

  Thank you. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you. Without the support of the people who have watched us grow since we were scared teenagers, we would never have become the people who are now writing this book. During all the challenges and sacrifices, we were able to lean on the love and encouragement of so many strangers who connected with our story and reached out to tell us what it meant to them. Not a day goes by when we aren’t grateful for the time you’ve taken to get to know us and hear our story. For hearing us, for respecting us, and for reading this book, thank you, thank you, and thank you.

  CHAPTER 1:

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  A VERY UNUSUAL LOVE STORY

  If you know us from television, you know us as a couple. For the five years we’ve been appearing on MTV, from
16 & Pregnant to Teen Mom and all the specials and spin-offs in between, it’s always been “Tyler and Catelynn,” “Catelynn and Tyler.” A single unit, practically joined at the hip. But in real life…

  Nope, just kidding. In this specific case, the real story isn’t a whole lot different from the one you’ve seen: We’ve been a package deal for a long time, ever since we fell for each other at the unripe age of twelve. That’s not to say we’re not individuals — we definitely are! But in the years since we were childhood sweethearts, we’ve shared the most meaningful and difficult experiences of our lives. We’ve grown up together, and after all the ups and downs, we’re still a team.

  We know, we know. You probably didn’t pick up this book because you wanted to hear two kids from reality TV brag about their perfect relationship for a hundred pages. We promise we’re not going to do that to you. But this isn’t just “Catelynn’s Story” or “Tyler’s Story.” It’s our story. And if we’re going to open up about all the tragedy, triumph, mischief and mayhem of our journey, what better place to start than that fateful year in junior high?

  Anything Can Happen on the First Day of School

  Tyler:

  Looking back on the first time I saw Catelynn is like watching a movie I know by heart. I remember every detail.

  Picture the scene: A middle school hallway crowded with kids, most of them holding papers showing their class schedules and room numbers. It’s the first day of seventh grade, and the energy is high — especially for me, a troublemaker from the trailer park who’s been raising hell since daycare.

  As I slide through the kids in the hall, I look at my schedule to see my last class before lunch is music. I think, sweet! Easy A. I walk in with my chains clanking behind me and grab a seat, scanning the room to see what kind of kids are in this class, looking for anyone that I knew.

  Then it happens. I see her.

  The whole room seems to go quiet as I lock eyes with a blonde bombshell. She only makes eye contact with me for a second, and then she turns away to talk to one of her friends, breaking the moment. But I can’t stop staring at her. I feel like a creeper, but I don’t even care. The girl is cute as hell, but in a tomboy way. She isn’t wearing tons of makeup and she hasn’t styled her bright blond hair. She has on a couple studded bracelets, flare jeans and skater shoes, and a shirt that says “I’m with the drummer.” Her smile lights up the room and her eyes are beautiful piercing gray. Plus, she’s got bigger tits than any other girl in the seventh grade.

  Definitely my kind of chick. I think to myself, “I have to have her.”

  The class ends and lunch starts. I hurry and scan the crowd of kids by the doors to see if I can spot her, but I can’t. Pushing through the suffocating crowd of kids, I finally spot her bright blonde hair disappearing around the corner of the hallway. I jog to catch up and then slow my roll as I turn the corner, playing it cool, and there she is again. She’s just standing there, the coolest, prettiest rocker chick my seventh-grade eyes have ever landed on, and I feel like she’s just waiting for me to walk up and grab her by the hips and tell her she’s mine. There’s no question in my mind: I have to make a move. So I take a deep breath and walk right up.

  But just when I get close enough to say hi, she spots somebody and takes off running. Before I know it, the girl of my dreams is locking her arms around some guy, and they’re making out hardcore by the lockers.

  My heartbeat is now in my ears. I close my eyes and sigh. Of course a girl like that would already be taken.

  Feeling like an idiot for the rest of the day, I finally meet up with my friend Ash after school for our usual ten-minute walk home. She hitches her backpack over her shoulder, pulls out two cigarettes and hands me one.

  “Thanks dude,” I say, my head still full of the rocker girl. “I’m dying.” I shield the lighter for her and then stand against the wind to light my own. We walk and smoke, making sure to cuff our cigarettes just in case a cop drives by. In a small town like Marine City, police will stop an old lady for jaywalking if they’re bored enough.

  As usual, we head to Ashley’s house and straight on into the garage, which was originally fixed up as a room for her older sister but later turned into Ashley’s lair and our traditional hangout. The door is scribbled with graffiti of all sorts of stuff fourteen year olds aren’t supposed to be into, from pot leaves to retro mushrooms. Ashley throws on some Bone Thugs N Harmony, one of our favorite groups, along with Sublime, Tech Nine, Eminem and a whole bunch of rock bands. I wonder what kind of music the beautiful blond bombshell chick from today listens to.

  That’s what I’m thinking while Ashley grabs a familiar box from under her bed and opens it to release the beautiful aroma of weed. We spark up the bud in her homemade pipe, and finally I start to let it all out.

  “I saw the hottest chick today, dude,” I say after coughing out a cloud of smoke. “She has the biggest tits in the seventh grade, long blonde hair, and a smile that don’t stop.”

  “Really?” Ash takes the pipe. “What’s her name?”

  “I don’t even know, actually,” I say, gloomy about it. “I didn’t even talk to her, I tried to find her after class, but she’s got a boyfriend.”

  Ash laughs. “Who cares?”

  I cough on the last hit. Ashley knows me too well. “I’ll get her,” I say. “Don’t worry.”

  When You Know, You Know

  Catelynn:

  I’ll let Tyler direct that movie, but I know it by heart, too. The usual craziness of seventh grade was especially crazy for Tyler and me, even before we met. Tyler, obviously, had his own reputation going on. He was a real smart-ass kid, and like all of our friends back then, his life was rough around the edges: A dad in jail, a single mom who’d worked hard to move them out of the trailer park, and he wasn’t exactly known for being well behaved.

  And I could relate to a lot of that. Tyler describes me back then as a blond bombshell with a big smile, but at the time, this “bomb-shell” was living in a shady trailer park. I wasn’t the kind of person to cause trouble at school, but trouble was definitely something I was familiar with. I’ve got all the usual “trailer park kid” stories. My mom’s trailer wasn’t as bad as a lot of the others, though. It was a newer model with a nice open-concept living room, dining and kitchen area, and a hallway to the right that led to the bathrooms and bedrooms. My room was where I showed my personality. I painted my walls hot pink and splattered them with neon paint that looked awesome under my black light. My whole door was covered with stickers. My sister and I loved scribbling little messages and drawings on our doors, and there was always funny stuff written all over the place. After I got together with Tyler, you could find “I love Tyler Baltierra” written in Sharpie everywhere.

  But really, the trailer park was not a good place to live. We never had good relationships with our neighbors, and there was always crazy drama going on between the people who lived there. Drunken fighting, drug feuds, nasty kids getting in your face, you name it. And our nice, spacious trailer had its own share of that crap. Believe me, we’ll get to that later.

  School was where I escaped that whole scene. My friends were all trailer park kids, too, but school was a more comfortable place for us to just relax and let down our guards. I was a real social butterfly back then, which unfortunately took priority over being a student. In my own easygoing way, I was pretty bad in school. I didn’t get called the the principal’s office all the time like some people, but I wasn’t getting any passing grades, either.

  Tyler spotted me before I spotted him, but I found out who he was pretty quick. We had a few classes together, and it wasn’t long before we were hanging out with the same big group of kids. We weren’t close, but we were familiar with each other and talked casually sometimes. Of course, I had no idea this kid had already made up his mind to get me!

  The first I heard of it was from our friend Alexa, who quietly gave me the news one day when the usual group was gathered at school. In true junior h
igh school girl fashion, she just came out of nowhere and said, “You know, Catelynn, Tyler really likes you.”

  “Oh, really?” What else do you say? I didn’t see it coming, but Tyler must have known what was up: When I walked out of the classroom, I remember glancing over at him and he was giving her the darkest death glare I’d ever seen.

  So from that point, I knew Tyler was interested in me. But I still had a boyfriend at the time. I didn’t know how serious Tyler was about getting together with me until one night a few weeks later, when I had a party at my house. All of my friends were there, including my boyfriend. And Tyler was there, too.

  I can’t explain how, but I could just sense that whatever might happen between Tyler and me would be something serious. Maybe it was the way he was focused on me, or the look in his eyes whenever he glanced at me with this other guy. Whatever it was, I knew that Tyler had made up his mind to be my boyfriend, and I knew that if I encouraged him, it would be a done deal. I think that’s why I told him he couldn’t stay at my house after the party. That wasn’t true at all. I had several guy friends over that night, and my mom was fine with all of us kids being there until whenever. But when Tyler asked if he could stay, I lied and said no. I wasn’t even sure why I did that, at the time. It was weird.

  Tyler:

  I begged Cate to ask her mom to let me stay over that night. I definitely had plans. The whole reason I went to the party in the first place was to scope things out, and the first thing I noticed was that she totally wasn’t into her boyfriend. Every time he tried to pull her down on the bed to make out with him, she’d get up and walk away. When I saw that, I knew I was in. And I knew she felt it, too. That’s why she wouldn’t let me stay! She was just nervous because she knew, deep down inside, that she wanted to be with me, too. She knew if I stayed we’d be together by the time the party was over. She just wasn’t ready for it. But right after that party, she broke up with her boyfriend. I went for it.