I grew up in the suburbs of Denver. My parents were of the working class, so I spent the majority of my childhood raising myself, along with my two younger sisters and my older brother. It wasn’t a bad life, but it’s probably the reason for my painfully independent nature. I didn’t make friends that easily, and I was awkwardly shy.

I was your very typical plain Jane. I wasn’t particularly pretty, but I wasn’t hopeless looking either. I wore the clothes to make me fit in enough, but not stand out, I never wore makeup until the 11th grade, and my skills were just about average in every category imaginable.

I started dating in my freshman year of high school. And this is where my stories begin.