Mongols
When I lay in the bath tub on Tuesday nights, Richard will cook the kids dinner and bathe them. Sometimes I'll drink wine in the tub with the jets on, and sometimes I'll read my poetry books and let the bubbles pop until my toes are wrinkled and I'm left staring at my legs, or at least that's what Richard thinks. Being in hiding is probably one of the most boring things I've ever done, after the lifestyle I've lived in. Drugs and money are what I miss the most, Richards accounting job provides for this family, but not enough for the lifestyle I crave to live. In the closet, on my side, there is a shoe box filled with all the things I escaped from, pictures of me and Rox on his bike, old needles, small baggies for expensive things, Canadian dollars, and my favorite sticker that was on the back of Roxs helmet that I scraped of at the sticks bar and grill at a pit stop in Montana. When our rival gang the mongols, stabbed my favorite member of hells angels, Rox, I was taken into witness protection and placed in a small town in Idaho, where I know live with my kids and husband whom ill never love as much as the time I spent with people who probably don't even remember me. Why am I like this?
The biggest life lesson that I have learned thus far is that we are, who we are. After we reach the age of 25, we are who we are going to be for the rest of our lives, we are done growing physically and that is all that we will be, our mindset is typically made. Humans are metaphorically roads. Our parents all start us with a new beginning in life, a fresh, paved road for success. The roads are always smooth on the safe side of town, but when we grow, and we start to venture out from under our parents protective wings, we see that things aren't as perfect as we once thought they were. Some of us might be in a situation where the situation was never as wonderful as it should've been from the beginning.
Then, something is going to happen. Someone is going to harm you in some way. Your uncle is going to touch you, your father is going to leave you, your best friend is going to dump you, no one will want to be your friend, someone is going to ruin you. A bump in the road. Now what we do from here is our decision , and is ultimately going to change us for the long run. Each event that occurs is ultimately piece by piece going to be what makes you who you are, and now you are who you are.