Last Dance....

My favorite things to do since I could walk was dance. 

Tap, ballet, Jazz, Pom etc. I was crazy about music too. 

I started out in a little studio in my hometown and out grew it after 7 years. I was hungry for more and wanted to learn, so my mother found a place 2o mins away on the south side for us to start taking lessons. 

In the beginning at my new studio I struggled trying to keep up with the other girls. (dancing with 16 year olds when I was 11) 

But I practiced hard and love dance with all my heart and pretty soon I was at the studio every day. 

I love the way dancing made me feel. It got me away from family drama and surround me with people that truly loved me. No matter what day I was having, I could go to dance and all things that happen that day would sudden fade away. It was "my place".

During Jr. High I decided I wanted to do cheer also, so working out all the time  took a huge toll on a 16 year olds body and summer of 2001 I decided I need a break from dance for the summer, with the intentions of going back in the fall. 

Summer came and went and I was ready to go back, When we received a phone call at our house. It was the studio owner's dad asking me in a very stern voice where my mother was??? 

I said "I didn't know" and asked him if there was a problem. He said yes! 

"your bill is way over due and I had no choice but to send your account to my attorney." 

I will never forget those words and the way that conversation had made me feel. My mother, for what ever reason had not paid my sister and I's bill. 

I was so angry for so long at my selfish mother for taking the one thing I loved out of my life and vowed to never forgive her. * I still have a grudge. 

This past month I was able to reconnect with my old teacher and the staff and it was semi-awkward. I wanted to tell them how much I missed them and if I could have gotten a job and paid my bill myself , I would have. 

Those are people that will never be forgotten in my life until the day I die and have hopes that they know they change little girls lives one dance at a time. 

I have grown a thick skin, but dance and the tragic events that lead me to never go back will always lead me to tears any day of the week. 

You keep you mouth shut when you talk to me!

What is it with people who think they can talk to people any ole way??

I tell you what... it didn't go down like that today. Work is really boring and while surfing the net I get a text from "Not S***" that's his name in my phone. (literally)

The text said : "Hi T. I was just thinking about you and thought I would say Hi"

I text back: Oh you were thinking of me huh?

A little back info: We started talking this summer and he had just broke up with his girl. We were not together and one night we had a lil fight. So I went drinking... called him and he told me he was still talking to his Ex.

That was enough for me and I just stopped talking to him.

Now back to the present.

We start texting back and fourth and I basically tell him I am not going to be 2nd to anyone and that's how I felt when we were talking before.

He called me to discuss this further, and ended up being ok until...

I was like "lets just try to hang out more".

He agreed and then says "You hang out with you friends alot...I really don't because I can entertain myself.

I then said: "What is that supposed to mean??"

He accused me of "always" getting mad and told me he didn't call me to fight with me. Needless to say the conversation ended with me not even saying bye, I just hung up.

Was I wrong in telling him how I felt and not letting him treat me like that?? surely not....

I don't know who he thinks he is, no one talks to me that way. !!!