When I was 18 I broke my foot for the umpteenth time and I was
forced to leave my job because of it (I was non weight bearing for 3 months). Despite the fact that I had spent the last several years in and out of my
parent’s house, at that point I was currently living at home.
Living at home that is, until the night that I went home only to find out that
my parents had changed the locks and left me a note taped to the front door stating that I no longer
With nowhere to go I spent the next several weeks sleeping on a futon in my ex's (at the time boyfriend's) roach infested apartment.
So there I was; tossed out by my family, able to walk, no job, no money, and living
in a roach infested apartment on a futon. To say that I was beyond miserable would be the understatement of the century. I had no
money, no means of escape, and in a story for another time, I’m 99% sure my ex
had drugged me in a failed attempt to have sex with me.
**In this new kind of post, the majority of it will take place in text messages. If it seems a bit choppy, look at the time stamp on the messages because it may not have been a series of conversations. I tried to put asterisks where I could in order to separate them.**
A couple months ago a well meaning friend gave my phone number to a guy she thought I should date. She showed him a picture of me, gave him my number, and the guy came at the whole idea with gusto.
It was a bit intense.
After my attempts to ignore him failed, I finally responded that yes, he could call me, and thus started the beginning of our "relationship," which I am about to let you view through a series of text messages.
To start you off, we are at the point where I finally agreed to talk to him on the phone. We talked on the phone after the 9:11pm text and during that (phone) conversation I told him about my awful 1st (and last) dates with "1 percentor" and Sparkles, the head massager. After the phone conversation we pick up talking again via text.
Girl Child and her Teacher Funny story, Mr. Attorney Man texted me as I was walking to the school to pick her up, and I replied back telling him not to text me again until I gave him the all clear. I wanted to take a video and incoming texts stop the recording!
When my daughter first started taking ballet classes at 3yrs old, her teacher would do this thing at the end of class where each child could pick a wand, sparkly necklace, fairy wings, or some other kind of super-girly item out of a treasure chest. Then the child could wear that item for the last few minutes during free dance.
The girls LOVED it.
Except when someone took the item that they wanted.
Hell hath no fury like 3yr old girls fighting over a tiara.
The teacher, in her infinite patience, would simply say "you get what you get and you don't throw a fit!
After a couple months the girls knew the rule and when the treasure chest would come out, they would quietly line up to pick their items.
Oh you could tell when a little girl didn't get the fairy wings that she had her eyes on, it was hard to miss the disappointed face and audible sigh as she took her supplementary magic wand and trudged back to her spot on the floor, but she knew the rules so she never complained.
Then the music would start and soon she would be leaping across the room; happy that she had a wand that could make everyone fly, instead of the fairy wings that would have only been able to make her fly.
For 3yr old girls they adapted quite well.
My life, it's been weird. It is literally what Lifetime Channel TV movies are made out of. The stuff that happens to me, it's just not stuff you hear about everyday. It's my own life, and yet it never ceases to amaze me.