Player's not my type.

I Should Explain

My name is Sheila, well, Sheila-May Greene. I don't have some "dark" past, but my life certainly hasn't been easy. When I was only 6 months old, my father left my mom and I in a house with no heat or AC, no food, and no money. He had left many times before this, but that time was a major one. I mean come on? How douchey do you have to be to leave your lover and child behind with NOTHING? A lot that's how much. He never hit me or anything, at least he had that much sense, cause even at that age I would've kicked his arse (not literally), but he was verbally abusive towards both my mom and I. He also left for a year without contacting us and I have no doubt that he probably cheated on my mom. Later as I grew up I found out that my father had driven my mom way past her breaking point that she actually tried to commit suicide. I was angry for a while at the thought that my mother would've left me to fend for myself against this cruel, harsh world with my FATHER as my role model, but I soon realized its because she had such bad anxiety and depression and he didn't help that. Of course I don't remember any of this stuff, but my mother had informed me all about it. At first I was in denial, but with years comes knowledge, and with knowledge comes protection. That is why I prefer to know stuff rather than not to. 
It became easier to realize that my father really was a bad person. He even told his 6 year old daughter that Santa wasn't real! What a jerk.
I really can't stand him. We moved to Texas when I was three and that was when my parents became divorced. It was a relief! All the memories I had of them being together was all arguing and harsh words.
No more fighting. No more abusive words from my father. No, he wasn't a drunkard, or a physical abuser, and I'm thankful for that, but words still hurt. Luckily, I've learned over the years not to let people's words hurt me. Of course every now and then you have those words of steel that find a way to make it under your skin but I just put up my protective wall and become that happy go lucky girl I have to be in order to not put anymore stress on my mother. I always wear a fake smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes, but everyone is clouded with oblivion that they don't take notice of this. I love my mom, and we have a relationship that most would envy because she is more like my bestfriend than my mom. I have learned to cope with her depression and anxiety. Mine isn't nearly as bad as hers, however, but it's still hard to deal with. I love my mom, don't get me wrong, but it's hard because my whole life I've had to be the parent in the relationship. She's good when it comes to consoling and comforting, but not with discipline. Lucky for her, I'm not a bad child. I can't stand to get bad grades and I hate to get in trouble. Back to my mom, I always have to wake her up for work because the snooze button seems to be her punching bag. Because of her anxiety and depression, when she gets down, it's hard to get her up again, and she's always so anxious and stressed out. Everyone says I'm so "strong" for what I've gone through, but I don't think of it like that, I hate pity. Life is an opinion, a perception. Make it what you want.
My life isn't as difficult as others, but it's definitely not the easiest either.