Self Pity
By D.H. Lawrence
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
Really, I'm 30 years old and unemployed. One would thing that this is nothing new in my life. My LIFE, it hasn't happened in the typical New Jersey 'Burg life. I was born in Chambersburg, New Jersey, 'Burg for short. My father is Italian and my mother is Hungarian. I have an older "PERFECT" sister; she's married with two children living the ideal life in California.
Me I am divorced with no prospect or a want of a prospect, which to my mother means that I should be living with 20 cats and talking to myself. I can't stand cats which is why I have my darling hamster Rex and instead of talking to myself I have him for deep intellectual conversations.
I do however have not only a high school diploma I even have a bachelors degree in business. I however wasn't a scholastic genius; I was a straight C student all through out school. After college my mother thought it was time I settled down, so I being the good Catholic 'Burg girl did I married a Dick. Seriously his name is Dickie Orr, nope not Richard, Dickie and boy did he live up to his name. Couldn't keep his namesake to his self, I found him doing the uglies with Joyce Barnhart on our dinning room table. Trust me walking in on that was nothing but UGLY!
So after a very loud and public divorce I got a job selling lingerie. Sounds sexy and glamorous doesn't it, nope these were granny panties that you wear when you have your period or having a fat day. But I was proud that I was digging myself out of the financial FU I got from my 6 month marriage. I got left with not only my student loans but part of his too. Shyster lawyer that the Dick was had me sign a pre-nup that I really didn't pay attention to because my own dear mother told me that it wouldn't matter.
I finally paid my portion of his loans off and was working on my own when I thought I could afford a cute little Mazda Miata, Cherry Red of course. When after two months later the Feds closed down the company for an undisclosed reason, rumor has it they were laundering more than the granny panties.
So during a fun filled dinner at my parents because I have no food in my apartment. In between my mothers nagging and her running into the kitchen for necessities, aka tippling, my Dad let me know that my cousin Vinnie has a position open at his bail bonds office.
A/N: The characters contained in this story are not mine; I make no money out of this adventure. The only thing I get is the satisfaction of writing it and hopefully providing entertainment to you the reader! For the one who makes money of these characters please see Janet Evanovich. The poem is by D.H. Lawerence if it seems similar it is the poem from the movie GI Jane.