It's hard being me. I work, I have twins and I have a husband who hardly comes home. I don't know if he's actually working or just avoiding his own family. We argue and fight and I don't think I can take this any longer. Maybe I've wasted eight years of my life with the wrong man...

"But this isn't how high school is suppose to be, it's always the head cheerleader and captain of the football team together, it makes sense!" Lola protested. I turned around and looked her dead in the eye. "The girl doesn't always get the guy in the books or the movies Lola, this is reality, not you little fairytale," I say, turning back forward and carried on walking to class. You try so hard to move from you past, but people just don't understand. You send the signals to say 'get lost' and 'I don't like you' but it just doesn't process through their thick heads an it's frustrating.