kinsley : d7 : cbd3 : fin
Dec 31, 2017 22:38:19 GMT -5
Post by goat on Dec 31, 2017 22:38:19 GMT -5
kinsley
17
female
district 7
17
female
district 7
Nobody needs to know my last name. Having one can link you to people you don’t want to be associated with anymore. I dropped mine when I left home. My family was hateful, they didn’t want to accept people who didn’t fit into their closed-minded worldview. They already didn’t like that I had a job. Being strong enough to chop down trees for money wasn’t “womanly”, in their opinion. I was supposed to be feeble and quiet, never doing anything to upset them. I didn’t care. I was going to do what I wanted, and they could complain, but they were never going to stop me.
My girlfriend got lucky. Her parents are beautiful, they love her, and they love me too. I met them before I met her, they run the logging company I work for. One day, their daughter tagged along as they were making their rounds, and I don’t think I’ve ever fallen in love so fast. It took a little while to adjust when we started dating, because I’d never been around a supportive family before. It’s been a year since we got together, and nearly 6 months since her mother pulled me aside and told me I was welcome to live at their house if I needed to.
It’s a sad thing, to not be used to receiving kindness. It’s a wonderful thing to watch your family’s shocked faces as you tell them off and walk outside with a suitcase in hand. Nobody made any effort to stop me. I wouldn’t have listened, anyway. I’m never returning to that place. I’m happy where I am now. For once, I have people who have my back no matter what. For once, I can say that I’m truly happy.
My girlfriend got lucky. Her parents are beautiful, they love her, and they love me too. I met them before I met her, they run the logging company I work for. One day, their daughter tagged along as they were making their rounds, and I don’t think I’ve ever fallen in love so fast. It took a little while to adjust when we started dating, because I’d never been around a supportive family before. It’s been a year since we got together, and nearly 6 months since her mother pulled me aside and told me I was welcome to live at their house if I needed to.
It’s a sad thing, to not be used to receiving kindness. It’s a wonderful thing to watch your family’s shocked faces as you tell them off and walk outside with a suitcase in hand. Nobody made any effort to stop me. I wouldn’t have listened, anyway. I’m never returning to that place. I’m happy where I am now. For once, I have people who have my back no matter what. For once, I can say that I’m truly happy.
