When I thought of where I was gonna be at twenty-one it definitely wasn't working full-time as a waitress. Honestly, my lifelong dream was to be a mechanic but my grandpa always had different plans for me. So here I was, working as a waitress fetching orders and hot coffee for everyone. I was truly in my own hell but everything was for my grandpa so I stuck with it. 

After a while, I finally settled into my role I got pretty damn good at my job. Plus, I made a pretty decent amount of money so my life was starting to look up. My boyfriend Jake and I even moved in together and got a cat named Chester. My life was going great. 

Jake and I had been together for four years, we met in high school and grew close. Within a month we were inseparable, and a while later I realized sometime along the way I had grown feelings for him. So after a year of my feelings for him not going away, I decided to tell him. After we graduated we decided to try dating and it worked out pretty well aside from the occasional argument but that was it. 

Then my life took a turn for the worst. 

Three days after my twenty-fourth birthday, my grandpa fell gravely ill and passed away. It was like I got the air knocked out of me and I ended up falling apart, I started drinking and made some questionable choices. Long story short, I got fired a month after my grandpa passed and the bad news didn't stop there. My boyfriend of five years left me for a woman he only met a few weeks ago on a business trip. I was broken and I ended up spiraling pretty hard. 

A month after he left me, I got kicked out of my apartment because I had no way of paying rent so I opted to go stay with my brother. He welcomed me with open arms and that is where I finally learned how to function correctly again, after a while, I started to crawl out of my hole. With my newly shaped life, I learned some things had changed within, one of those being my newfound love for women. How did I discover this you might ask? I had gotten drunk one night and taken a pretty good-looking stud home only to find out in the morning that it was a girl. I was shocked at first but as the memories from the previous night came flooding back I realized that I enjoyed a woman's touch a lot more than a man's. So I decided right then and there, FUCK MEN.