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Tomboy (standard:Editorials, 526 words) [2/2] show all parts
Author: MarieGranadosAdded: Aug 17 2006Views/Reads: 2725/0Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Tomboy was written during the time I went through a depression. My therapist requested that I write about a time in my life that brought me happy thoughts. This is the (unfinished) product of that homework.
 



As I grew older, my time at Grandma's church became less and less.  At
16, I had become my own self.  I hung out with friends from school more 
often, went out on weekends, and my interest in boys peeked.  I was 
still this little tomboy though.  Coming from a low income family, my 
clothes were hand me downs, I didn't wear makeup, and I had one hair 
style, a pony tail.  I was far from the typical girl in school dressed 
in the latest styles with their perfect makeup and well done hair.  
Needless to say, although I noticed the boys, the boys didn't notice me 
so much. 

I spent my school year day dreaming, skipping classes, hanging out with
friends, experimenting, and falling into a lonely place.  My friend at 
17 became pregnant; she grew up quickly and started taking care of 
herself during her pregnancy.  Without her I hung with the wrong crowd 
more and more, gaining attention from the boys for the wrong reasons, 
yet not thinking anything of it at the time.  My hands and arms still 
bare the scars from trying to take the pain away if only for a small 
amount of time. 

At 17, while still dating a much older guy, I met the man that was
different from the other guys I had seen in the last year.  It wasn't 
long though after dating him that I too had become pregnant at the 
young age of 17.  My little bundle of joy had changed my outlook on 
life, and inspired me to do better, for myself and for his future.  I 
started going to school regularly.  Although sometimes late for classes 
due to the frequent stops because of morning sickness, I made it, 
everyday.  I finished off my grade 11 year. I had him that September 
Labor Day weekend, five weeks early.  Ten months later I decided to 
return to school to finish what I started.  I graduated and received 
honours for the first time ever. 

Since then I have had my ups and downs.  I have done things I'm not
proud of, others that I am.  I've learned what I'm capable of, both 
good and bad.  I found my girl inside me, and although high school did 
nothing for my looks, the real world did.  Many often asked if I was 
still with the father of my baby, I'm proud to say yes. 

Many years later we had another baby.  From day one of his birth I knew
it was going to be a different experience from the first.  About the 
only thing that went right was breastfeeding.  I got hit hard by Post 
Partum Depression.  I no longer took passion in the things I once did, 
I lay asleep every chance I got, hid myself from the world, and lost 
contact with my friends.  I hid my secret till I could no longer handle 
the burden of tears and helplessness on my own.  Depression is a dark 
hole that only those that have been there can truly understand.  This 
is where I am now, so I guess for now, this is where my story ends. 


   



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