You don't have any idea. You don't have a clue. So, I'll give a clue. Or,
so to speak, I'll clue you in. I'll tell you what its like to be me.
First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Kim Zambrano and my hobby is collecting things. But mine is different. Whereas most people collect coins and rare/expensive jewelry, I collect people. Fathers, boyfriends, friends, that sort of people were the kind I collected.
Let's start at the beginning. My mom and dad never really got along, according to mom. They were never really meant for each other. Though this is getting off the subject, I knew my mom's boyfriends better than I knew my own dad. Anyway, mom and dad got divorced when I was really little. I remember a little bit of that day. They were both screaming at each other, then mom crying really hard. Then mom got re-married. Six times.
In school, I was always teased about one thing or another. I mean, come on. I was a Spanish girl whose mother couldn't stay with the same guy for more than one year. I was oddly skinny with a head that seemed too large for my small frame. I spoke differently and I liked to sing Spanish songs at night to sleep.
I mistakenly thought I could trust one girl with this in-depth look at my life. I never told anyone those things ever again. Maybe because the girl went and told the entire school, or maybe because I got a lot more embarrassed of my mom two weeks later.
That would be when she started to try and set my sister and I up with "suitable Spanish guys". Then she started to drink. She didn't drink heavily; just enough to make her sleep for two hours after she walked home and fell in her bed.
And everyone compared me to my sister. I had to do what she did or else I was considered an idiot. And when I did what she did, it was no big deal because she had already done it
Then I got married and pregnant, because I thought I had fallen in love. Yeah right, Kimmy. You know, some people say that there is someone for everyone. I tell them, not in my case. Sorry. God just didn't make enough men. The reason I say this: Jimmy slept with Melanie, my sister. This is where no one knows about it. You don't know how it is to look the man you love in the eye and tell him that he's nothing. He's less than dirt. He's a microscopic piece of scum. And then turn on your own sister, who was considered the smarter and is now standing there wearing nothing but a sheet, and tell her that she is easy and you always knew it. And Joey, my son, was standing there hearing all this.
Then Joey told me I was going to Hell, all because I divorced a guy that had a reservation there.
You don't know what it is like to be called a slut. But then Bobby cleared that up. He was, still is, the best partner in the whole world. He also happens to be my best friend. I never thought I would tell anyone all that, but here I am telling every syllable to my best friend. And I don't care. I couldn't care less. Cause he's the greatest guy in the world. Who would have thought that a guy could be as sympathetic as him? He's a sweet guy. He told me there is a guy out there for me. Weird. He just said that maybe the guy is closer than I think. Oh, well. Whatever.
First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Kim Zambrano and my hobby is collecting things. But mine is different. Whereas most people collect coins and rare/expensive jewelry, I collect people. Fathers, boyfriends, friends, that sort of people were the kind I collected.
Let's start at the beginning. My mom and dad never really got along, according to mom. They were never really meant for each other. Though this is getting off the subject, I knew my mom's boyfriends better than I knew my own dad. Anyway, mom and dad got divorced when I was really little. I remember a little bit of that day. They were both screaming at each other, then mom crying really hard. Then mom got re-married. Six times.
In school, I was always teased about one thing or another. I mean, come on. I was a Spanish girl whose mother couldn't stay with the same guy for more than one year. I was oddly skinny with a head that seemed too large for my small frame. I spoke differently and I liked to sing Spanish songs at night to sleep.
I mistakenly thought I could trust one girl with this in-depth look at my life. I never told anyone those things ever again. Maybe because the girl went and told the entire school, or maybe because I got a lot more embarrassed of my mom two weeks later.
That would be when she started to try and set my sister and I up with "suitable Spanish guys". Then she started to drink. She didn't drink heavily; just enough to make her sleep for two hours after she walked home and fell in her bed.
And everyone compared me to my sister. I had to do what she did or else I was considered an idiot. And when I did what she did, it was no big deal because she had already done it
Then I got married and pregnant, because I thought I had fallen in love. Yeah right, Kimmy. You know, some people say that there is someone for everyone. I tell them, not in my case. Sorry. God just didn't make enough men. The reason I say this: Jimmy slept with Melanie, my sister. This is where no one knows about it. You don't know how it is to look the man you love in the eye and tell him that he's nothing. He's less than dirt. He's a microscopic piece of scum. And then turn on your own sister, who was considered the smarter and is now standing there wearing nothing but a sheet, and tell her that she is easy and you always knew it. And Joey, my son, was standing there hearing all this.
Then Joey told me I was going to Hell, all because I divorced a guy that had a reservation there.
You don't know what it is like to be called a slut. But then Bobby cleared that up. He was, still is, the best partner in the whole world. He also happens to be my best friend. I never thought I would tell anyone all that, but here I am telling every syllable to my best friend. And I don't care. I couldn't care less. Cause he's the greatest guy in the world. Who would have thought that a guy could be as sympathetic as him? He's a sweet guy. He told me there is a guy out there for me. Weird. He just said that maybe the guy is closer than I think. Oh, well. Whatever.