As soon as i told them I was dancing their started treating me differently ( like I was mentally illed or something) but since I was making great money they would still be nice to me, by nice i don't mean giving me any moral support and show concern about my emotional well being and safety...Oh no ! I mean nice by sucking up to me because they were fascinated by the amount of money I was making and the great gifts I was giving them. And then I fell in love with a stupid mofo #$%^&* who broke my heart, I fell into a really nasty depression for 2 years, gained weight lost my self confidence and completely stopped dancing.
They helped me out financially by letting me stay at their place without paying rent, they even gave some money until I could find a job. But during the whole time, they looked down at me, criticized me, always had an attitude and demeaning comments towards me. I would have preferred their love and emotional support then getting their money because their emotional support would have given me the strentgh to get out of my depression and move on. it was really hard for me to see that side of them, to realize that these people were actually my parents.
I tried to talk about it with them but hey always deny everything I point out about their behaviour, they laugh and change the subject... because how could i be right, I am just a useless dumb stripper in their opinion. This summer I've discovered that my family ( except for my brother who is not so bad) has no real love for me. I cried a lot, I felt completely alone, it got me a lot more depressed than i already was but now I am over it. I am getting back in shape, I am going back dancing, I am cutting my family out of my life and I am not looking back...


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