Nicole
I’m a runner. I’ve always been a runner. The moment I turned 18, I left Vegas as fast as I could, and I haven’t been back. My mom calls every once in a while, mostly so she can borrow some money in between boyfriends. I never contact her. I really don’t want her in my life at all.
When she came to my college graduation I was surprised. She never came to visit me at college. Her comment was, ‘Well, I guess keeping your legs closed did you some good. Not like any man would want you the way you look like a hot air balloon in that gown.’ I had scoffed at her to hide my tears. My hero, Mr James, came up to me right away, and exclaimed how gorgeous I was and that if he wasn’t happily married, he’d scoop me up fast. Uncle Hal’s exact words were, “I’m single, beautiful Nicole.
