who am I i asked my self. sitting on the porch of my Texas ranch. I was lonely. i had no family they were all gone so i lived im my Gran’s old house. it was big and i was small. I have….mixed personality’s i believe that is why no one ever likes me much to..ya know…date. and i’ve been sorta guy shy sense my husband was taken to jail. i blame him for my “disorder”. he beat me, alot. I have bruises from him still, from last year, there on my heart. and scars from head to toe. i was taken to the hospital and had to get a rope surgically removed from my ankles and wrist, and eat thorough a tube he tried to starve me in a closet.

so now every morning i ask my self, who am i? and ponder about it. but to day i decided i am Elizabeth Olivia Connor and i always have been and always will be. I’m not a little 6 year old girl playing dolly’s or a stripper from California. I am a 27 year old adult who knows who she is.