Hi…

My name is Leah and I am a black sheep… a wallflower… a person that goes against the grain and doesn’t just follow all of the other sheep into the pen willingly.

And because I am a free spirit that sees the world differently, I get shit on a lot. Especially by my own parents and written off by my other so called “family.”

I’m pretty sure my mother hates me. I mean she says she loves me, but her actions say otherwise. As a kid she showed her love with a dollar sign. I’ve been digitizing the old home movies and holy hell, if someone judged my childhood by Christmas alone they would probably assume I was a spoiled brat that got a lot of toys. And they wouldn’t be wrong… I did get a lot of toys. Frankly, I had too many toys to even know what to do with.

Doesn’t mean I felt loved or accepted…

I have always been… different, for lack of a better word. Probably seen as obstinate if you ask my mother… A problem child. But if you were to ask what I did that was so horrible, I would probably just shrug, cause honestly I have no definitive idea what my mom’s problem with me is.

I mean I never got in serious trouble at school… no drugs, no suspensions, no fights… hell I never even had an office referral. I was a good kid, just not a great student. School is a struggle for me… I used present tense because I am back in school at 38, almost 39. When I was a kid I was convinced I was going to be famous for my singing and acting, so school wasn’t even super on my radar.