Behind the Mask; Part 02.

05 "Behind the Mask" facts about me.
These facts will be a bit of who I am today; why I am how I am, what I've been through and where I want to be. There won't always be pretty, they won't always be deep and meaningful - might just be 'fillers' from time-to-time but, they will be honest.
  1. This one is actually for Gabe since he keeps asking about it and I have yet to respond to it. I have no idea how he even got the idea in his head that I would be one or why he continues to ask about it. Yes, I was a cheerleader. It lasted all of a week, so I don't even truly consider myself one. No, I didn't get an outfit or anything like that. I went to try outs with my friend as a joke -- the cheerleaders in my school were bitches, straight up bitches. Not even the "popular" kids, they were actually hated by everyone. We went as a joke because we were like, hah.. right, let's just be complete D-Bags. The tryouts were nothing like in movies, it was more of a gym class. Ran some laps, performed some cheer (no, I don't remember it) and then were sent on our way. We both made it and were surprised by it, I wasn't able to make any practices because I was also (see #2) so it was a conflict and I was working as well, so I could only do one or the other. I figure the other one would help me in my future.
  2. I was in speech for the majority of my high school and pre-high school years. We went to speech meets and performed. I was always in Duos with my best friend (who is still one of my very best friends) since kindergarten. We placed first most of the times and I still have ribbons from these meets. I met a lot of great people and it really helped with public speaking and allowing myself to build confidence.
  3. How was I in high school? I never really fit into one cliché or the other one. I attended all football games (if I wasn't working), I had boyfriends from all over (jocks, outcasts, older), I got along with everyone. I could fit in with just about everyone in school. I simply chose to leave all that behind after I graduated.. some girls still get together from time-to-time as do the guys but, I don't feel like pretending to act like I'm still 17.
  4. I didn't have a first serious boyfriend until I was 15/16. I mean, I dated but it didn't get to the serious level until I met this guy named Robert (Bob). I actually met him through a chat site (airG), I didn't plan to even met this guy in reality but he lived an hour from me. He was 21 at the time and had his own apartment, I had just ended things with this kid from school. So, I was like.. whatever. I shouldn't of went into this relationship, it went from bad to worse. He was controlling; I wasn't allowed to see my friends, he would interrupt me at football games to drag me off and give me a speech on how I shouldn't be talking to other guys. I made excuses to my Mum about the bruises on my body.. It was hard for me to know what was right and what was wrong. Even after this guy raped me, I stayed with him. He 'loved' me (so much for confidence, right).. it wasn't until after I had a pregnancy scare and he almost put his hand through my car's window that I ended things. He continued to stalk me for  months after, there were numerous times that I had to call my Aunt to come over (she's kinda badass) and scare me off.
  5. I love cats. Seriously, I do. There is something about their personality that is calming to me. The sound of their purr, the way that they look at you and the fact that they are always there. They are intelligent creatures that I feel just understand me. I had an orange cat growing up named Orangey (he is the reason I fell in love with cats), I would go onto the back steps and just cry for hours. This cat would find me and sit on my lap, purring and looking up at me like he understood. My heart still aches and I just let a tear fall now thinking about him and what a great loss it was when he passed away. They see my wounds and they make me feel better. So, I will always be a crazy cat lady.. don't know what I would do without a furry kitty in my life.

Thanks, Loves.

Until next time,
xoxoxox.

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