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I was never the conventional, bubbly socialite my mother and step-father so desperately wanted me to be. I tried for about five years to zombify myself in a lavish house, but the anesthetized suburban existence didn't agree with me. I know firsthand (as trite as it sounds) that money does not buy happiness. Frankly, I'm happier now, and I have next to nothing.
Also, I am too perversely stubborn and too Catholic for my family, but they no longer have to concern themselves with me. I am thousands of miles away, and I have no intention of returning. Ever.
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