Stay Till The A.M [Alex T]

Consuming

Juliet:

Juliet

My name is Juliet.

I hate the story Romeo and Juliet.

For multiple reasons.

My mother really chose the most ironic name for me huh?

I've asked her countless times why she had decided to call me that and she says that she will not tell me until she thinks I am worthy of knowing. What that is supposed to mean I don't know. Like... I could go my whole life not knowing the reason she called me that god awful name because she thinks I'm unworthy. And if she doesn't tell me my dad doesn't know either.

He just does whatever my mother tells him to do.

My parents. They love each other so much it's disgusting. But not like in the fairy tales and stories you all get told as a child.

They tell each other to to fuck off and then within the next half and hour they're cracking jokes about how utterly annoying the other one is.

One time when I was six my mother left.

Not for long. Just for the night. Said she was having a rough day and couldn't handle us. She went to stay with a friend.

Turns out she had postnatal depression. Yay.

But my mum is the man of the house. Therefore my dad does everything she asks. So when I was born she TOLD my dad she was naming me Juliet and he said "yes darling I love that!" with that fake happy face you see on peoples faces when they get told they're having a baby they don't want. Not like I know specifically but that's what he told me.

So I guess that's how it went.

That's why instead of going by Juliet and getting all the compliments of "oh my, I love that story don't you? That's what I call a love story." or "that's such a beautiful name why did you get called that?" where in both circumstances I either disagree with a polite smile on my face while they question my thinking on why I hate the "prime of shakespeare" or I don't have the answer because my blooming mother won't tell me!

So instead anyone who already doesn't know me previously, knows me as Jules or Lia. Jules if I see you as a long time friend, or Lia if you're my one night stand. Never give your real or full name to a stranger that you will only see for a few hours. Your welcome.

So I think it's safe to say most people know me as Jules.

I moved to America, specifically L.A, around.. 5 years ago? When I was around 20.

There was nothing at home really keeping tied down to stay there . Not anymore.

So once I left school and had my degree as a psychologist and had some money backing me up. I left to go see the other side of the world. First I went to New York. Closest place from the UK in America so that was my first stop. I loved it there. The people, the culture, The accent. But I couldn't see my life being there. So I then went to Florida. Warm, sunny, happy, Disney land Florida. Again too, I don't know. I just didn't feel as if I would fit in if I was to move there.

So then off to Las Vegas it was for me. I never had any intention to live there but I did stay there for a substantial amount of time. I think I was there for like 5 months? Time in Las Vegas doesn't exist. There so many drugs I doubt people even know what year it is. And that's the life. I stayed there because at the time I thought I had a boyfriend. Derek. Or as I called him after our "breakup" derektile dysfunction.

To him apparently, I was never anyone more than a daily fuck. He said he was, I quote,  "happy to have me around for however long I was there for but he's had enough and that he found some other girl in a casino and slept with her and she was much better than me". Which was just a fucking blatant lie. I am the best fuck anyone has seen in their life. Period.