Me
He left when I was two. The first brick. I‘ve talked to him and went to his house since then. At least until about two years ago. He couldn’t pass a drug test and I wasn’t allowed to see him. The second brick. He took and passed another test nine months later and I restarted going to his house. It was up to me to go when I wanted but I didn’t want to. So, I didn’t. He quit talking to me until about 6 months ago, when he called me on the phone. The conversation started normal but quickly escalated. He screamed at me about how terrible of a daughter I am and how I’m a liar and a few more insults that I won’t name here. The third brick. I haven’t spoken to him since. The fourth brick.
My life is balanced again. Good classmates, acceptable grades, and a spirit-filled church. Also, my mom is remarried to a good man.
What more could I ask? Nothing. Right?
That’s what I thought. Well, guess what? I could ask for a lot. Am I ungrateful for wanting a good girlfriend? The only friend that I have right now is a boy, and I miss that bond that some BFFs have. That I used to have. The fifth brick.
I’m a tomboy, and hate all things girly. Gossip makes me barf, and dresses make me uncomfortable. I’m always sleepy, and I have a favorite, slouchy hoodie that I wear every day. It’s hard to make friends with the gender that mainly revolves around the things I can’t stand. The sixth brick.
Also, I’m an introvert. I will always welcome a newbie into church or school, but I hate talking to people I don’t know. The seventh brick. I deal with anxiety, too. Walmart makes me sweat with fear. I’ve had mental breakdowns in my kitchen floor. The eighth brick.
I’ve dealt with(mostly) and accepted these things. It’s who I am. The ninth brick.
