When I was 7 years old my father passed away and my mother ended up sending me to boarding school when I was around 10. I lived at the school until I graduated with a home filled with about 12 other girls and 2 employees who acted as our parents. I got was in a different home for elementary school, middle school, and high school. I never really felt like I had any real stability in my life. The good thing about going to boarding school was that I got a scholarship and I got to go to college. College was a pretty difficult time in my life because I did not have a good support system. I had to get a part time job in order to pay for books and so on. I always did whatever I had to do to succeed, whether that meant walking miles to work or hitching a ride to work with a stranger. It does take me a really long time to open up to people, I’m not exactly sure why that is, but it may have something to do with losing my father at a young age. After college, I moved in with a guy I was dating and his family. They were nice people, but sadly I never felt accepted by them. I think that they judged me by my upbringing and I often felt like I wasn’t good enough for their family even though I graduated from college, I got a full time job, and I genuinely cared about creating a future with their son.