This is the story of the real Norma Jeane, or Marilyn Monroe (as you know her) .Laying in her bed holds all the lies she's had to gain her success to the top. Her secrets begin here, but if you read more, you'll be shocked at the struggle of both love and life she dealt with. This is only the beginning.
"Excuse me ma'am, my name's Gladys Baker ...I would like to know if there's a doctor available, I think I'm going in to labor", says Gladys while holding her stomach.
"Are you sure ma'am how far are your contractions", asked the nurse in the desk.
"Well I'm not so sure with the pain of a human trying to come outside my body at what seems to be every second", she replies.
"Okay ma'am a doctor will be right with you in just a sec".
"I don't think we have that much time", Gladys said in agony.
10 minutes go by, until the doctors finally rush the woman to the medical room.
"That's it, you're doing fine, just great, I need one more push", says the doctor.
"Aaaaaaaaaah", Gladys yells out as she feels the rest of her child's body slide out of hers from head to toe.
She felt the sweet pain of her vagina slightly ripping to bring to the world her own form of life.
"It's a girl", says the doctor.
He continues, " Clock this time nurse, June 1st,1926. Time of 10:38 pm."
"Let me see her", The crying mother of joy says as she held out her arms.
"What shall you name this happy crying baby ma'am", Asked the doctor.
She took a second to think to herself before she replied, "Norma.....Norma Jeane Mortenson".
As night falls, all the she can picture is greatness for her daughter with every breath she takes. She talked to her new born daughter that whole night.
"My beautiful baby girl, you are someone so special and one day the whole world will see what I see. As you grow older you must do something for me....", she kissed her baby girls head before whispering ,"Don't listen to the voices".
Warning: Mature audiences only.
"I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin.
"I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body.
I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money.
"How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes.
"Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections.
"Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly,
quickly eliminating that possibility.
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Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless?
Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.