Little Did They Know What I Had In Store For Them 😈😈😈

Upon my birth, I presented myself as an angel, so my parents, as naive as they were, just assumed I was one. They looked upon my seemingly angelic self, and decided to name me Angela, as opposed to the original name they had picked out, which was Andrea. Little did they know back then, what future I had in store for them.😈

My dad recalls whenever he held me, I screamed. That was the first sign that things were not going as planned for my parents. In seriousness, I was always very afraid of my dad which is probably why I screamed. 

Ha! I joke. Mama did see me as an angel and trusted in my innocence. Little did she know, at seven years old I skipped school a few times to watch cartoons or to play with my best friend who also skipped school. I guess mom didn't pay attention to the attendance portion of my report card, lol!😂 She was a very busy nursing student. For three years, I relished in my childhood freedom.

I did not perform well academically the way my siblings did. In part due to being prescribed seizure medication which often made me groggy.

Additionally, I was a daydreamer. I found my imagination a great deal more interesting than academic lessons. I was rebellious towards all authority figures, besides my parents. My grades were abysmal. I never recieved a single award. I never got in trouble, because everyone knew I had learning problems. 

But I knew I wasn't intelligent the way my siblings were, getting straight A's and B's, always being on the honor roll. I was responsible as a teenager, in that I had a job. But that is where my sense of responsibility ended! My mom made a colossal mistake of not giving me a curfew. This choice ended badly. Ugh. Needless to say, maybe my parents would have stuck with their original name for me, had they known what was in store.

Don't get me wrong. I am not down on myself. I wish I wasnt so much of a black sheep in my family. Having previously struggled with addictions and mental illness, I never really fit in. I did not have a lasting career, neither did I make a lot of money. Oh well. I no longer have  a low self esteem, as I once did. I realized, I am intelligent, it is just presented differently, is all. And I know my family does love me. I wish I saw them more tho. It feels like I am often forgotten. It is really my own fault tho, because I prefer isolation to being around people. 

Thanks, everyone, for reading my stuff!