I knew she had a reputation, but Matt reassured me that she was just an old friend, who needed a shoulder to lean on. (Okay, maybe in all honesty she wasn’t “the” town slut, but for a small town, we sure had a bunch!) Their relationship first started up as a “reignited friendship”, which was okay with me, as I’ve never been the jealous type. Around this time is when my husband Matt Ramirez started carousing with the town slut Carrie Marks. That’s when I started popping pills and drinking myself to sleep. While there were those who were honest and sincere, the lies and corruption of the job slowly began to wear me down. It really ate away at me and my conscience. Since I was unable to deny anyone solely on my senses (and lack of proof), I was forced to grant many cases to individuals I knew didn’t need the help. Especially when said people are bullshitting me, which as you can imagine, happened to me a lot by working in social welfare. I cannot foresee my own future or predict winning lottery numbers, but I can sense a lot about virtual strangers. It wasn’t the kind of job for someone who is sensitive. I hated my job so much that I started abusing prescription pills and alcohol to forget the day. By all appearances, I was living the good life.
I had a decent paying job as an eligibility worker for the Department of Social Services, a nice car, a new house and a good looking husband. My life appeared to be pretty perfect until three years ago. I feel like I need to put this out there, as it helps set up my backstory. I’m now another year older (32!) and divorced. We can live a somewhat quiet life, without the traffic and congestion, but never be too far from the action. It’s situated in a great spot, especially since San Francisco is an hour away (on a good traffic day). So, while the town may be small, we are by no means cut off from civilization. It’s located about 15 miles northwest of Sacramento. M y name is Natalie Miller and I live in the small town of Treeville, California. You don’t know better an d you put your faith in all the wrong people. People tell you, “Anything is possible, if you put your mind to it.” Bullshit.Īh, to be young and innocent. When you’re young, it seems like the world is ripe for the picking. I remember going through phases where I envisioned myself as a fashion designer, actress, author and finally something more realistic, a school teacher. I had grand illusions of being someone important, making a difference in the world. When I was little, I never dreamed my life would be what it is today.
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