sillyokio

I grew up in upper class Tennessee. I went to a private school until 7th grade, I believe. We moved from one side of town, to the other the entire time I lived there. I would always pride myself on not being the typical barbie snotty bitch who hung out at the mall/movie theater/anywhere annoying. I stuck to myself, though I did have some awesome friends in high school. Anyhow, I was spoiled. Plain and simple.
My dad accepted a job offer in Michigan, which he failed to tell us until the week he moved up there. So, being as my mother was unhappy in her marriage, she informed my brother and I, that she was to move back to her home town in Texas when we were both out of school. I, still having a few years of high school left and not much of a care for which college I went to, readily agreed to follow. My brother had his reservations and didn't initially want to move.
The summer after I graduated high school, I had a scholarship to a school in Texas. Great! I packed up everything, and moved out here. Lived with my grandmother, my then sick aunt, and her husband. My brother and mom stayed back where I call home [I was the only one in the family not actually born in TX, though I spent 6 months out of every year there] until he finished his degree later that year in December..
My mother, father, and I, bought and built a house. We put it in all three of our names, so that should something happen to my parents, the house wouldn't have to be put in an estate and so on and so forth. Easier to pass down, I suppose. Anyhow, they chose me because my brother was far too naive to take on any kind of responsibility. So by the time I made it to Texas, and the papers on the house needed to be signed in August of that year, I had a lot of growing up to do.
I took it all in stride.
Took care of the paperwork, utilities, moving truck, etc, etc.
I had everything in place by the time I started college that fall. Dandy, right?

My parents were paying for my school, the house, and pretty much whatever else we needed. Again, spoiled.
I wanted more responsibility, because even though I was only 18, I wanted the house.
I had turned into the snob I never wanted to be.
So I got a job. And started paying my share of the mortgage, utilities, etc.
My mother and brother moved out to Texas that December. Everything was fine. All of us living in the same house again, right? Thing again! This was driving me NUTS, as I had been living here by myself for six months. So I decided to move out only two months after they moved in. We were still going to keep the house in my name, but I didn't have to pay any longer. So I moved. Had a crappy little apartment, in a crappy little town, near my crappy ass school.
Again, being spoiled this just wasn't working the way I wanted it to. So I met someone. Dropped out of school. Quit my job. Broke my lease, and bought a house with him. We were going great. Bought new furniture, had a great big ring on my finger, etc. etc. All the responsibilities of a freaking adult. Looks like I just missed the best part of my teens.
Oh, it gets better. He's making good money at his job, and I'm playing typical trophy wife because I'm too stubborn to work. But, we get this great idea to start our own business. In theory, we were in the perfect market. It was very difficult to get started, as both of us were very young, but we succeeded. Opened shop. Made money, etc. I should have been happy, but I wasn't.
I felt like a horrible person on the inside because I had let greed and material possessions drive me. So, upon finding out the most influential person in my life was terribly ill with cancer, and that my love life was falling apart. I made the hardest decision in my life, to date at least.
I stood up for myself, gave him back the ring, packed my things and moved back home. Six months after I moved back, my aunt died.
I had a crappy job, but I was still as spoiled as ever, since my mother wasn't requiring me to pay for anything. A few months later I got a little bit better job, my mother moved in with her mother and brother in law and left me at the house by myself. So I started paying my share.
I got used to this lifestyle. Young, independent, responsible. But empty. And frustrated with being so close to members of my family. I love them with everything, but I just can't be around the all the freaking time! After all, I'm a very independent gal. So I moved again. Bought a house out in the middle of nowhere. And struggled to afford it. I was still getting residuals and somewhat regular pay from the business the ex and I had together, but living so far out just wasn't affordable this time in my life.

So I moved back to the first house. Again. I pay off the debts my ex had created. And over two years later I finally cut all ties with him. The business. The debts. The life we had. Okio's beginning to get back to her real being. Non-judgmental, awesome, loving Okio. It's gonna take some work though.

See, I know I was acting like a spoiled brat. And I was expecting those I loved to accept this behavior.
A very important person to me brought to my attention that he couldn't be around me because he felt as if I was constantly looking down on him.
Maybe I was, but in all honesty I never once thought of that. I loved who he was, not the possessions he had. And I think my living situation gave the wrong impression.