The Story of Elaina

(Elaina chose to have her name published. Unless they state that they want their name published, all future posts are anonymous).

This is the story of an FA’er. She grew up in a small, quiet town, where everyone knew each other. She liked to smile and be outside as much as possible. In 2nd grade she became best friends with the popular girl. And that’s when everything unraveled. In 3rd grade they welcomed another friend. And they became the three girls that ruled the elementary school. But when her best friend moved away, she had no one that understood her. She wasn’t as close to her other friends. The summer before she went to middle school she went through depression. She didn’t go anywhere. She craved attention and would do anything to get it. When she started middle school she was only ‘popular’ because of that one friend she made in 3rd grade was. And at the end of 6th grade. When she did something so bad that all her friends ditched her she would be back at the bottom of the totem pole, which she had not been to since 1st grade. That summer she did everything she could to get her friends back. By the time 7th grade started she was willing to do anything to have her life back. That’s when her parents started arguing because someone in her close family wouldn’t stop drinking. She cried herself to sleep. She had few friends. But she got her friends back in 7th grade. She was back. But the problem with being ‘back’ is that everyone thought she was bulletproof. They thought calling her names like ‘snob’, ‘*****’, and **** wouldn’t hurt her. She’s now in 8th grade and acts like everything is perfect. Everyone thinks she’s perfect. She’s not. She has that past depression that still tries to come back every now and then. The pressure to stay thin and pretty at all times makes her frustrated. Having a straight ‘A’ older brother that she has to live up to because she’s afraid her parents won’t be proud of her. And even though all those pressures are still around, she confides herself with music. Music won’t ever backstab her, be disappointed in her, or look down on her. That girl loves her friends that came back to her. And you know she’s not perfect because she comes on this site to talk to amazing people that won’t judge her, call her names, or expect her to achieve. That girl is me.

This is my life FA, now you know.

-Elaina

The Story of KT

(KT chose to have her name published. Unless they state that they want their name published, all future posts are anonymous).

This is the story of a FA'er. It's about a girl who has had to grow up fast, and build a thick layer of skin to block the hurt, the lies, and the pain. The girl grew up in a beautiful family on the outside. They moved when she was in preschool to a beach house, a fantasy land. Inside of the house wasn't a fantasy. The parents argued about anything under the sun, and loved including the children in all arguements to prove a point. The tension grew, and more and more the girl didn't want to be home. She didn't rebel, she didn't lash out, what it did do was make her stronger. She acceled in school in an attempt to get her parents attention. She made herself look perfect so her parents would be proud of her. She pushed herself to the limits in ballet so her parents would say "Wow, that's our daughter." In the long-run, it didn't work. The family had to fall apart.

It has been roughly a year now, and the girl can now feel happy. She can smile, laugh, have separate time with her parents without all of the tension. She hates seeing the other families who are perfect and together, but she is blessed to have both of her parents alive. The girl still pushes perfection to please her parents, because they deserve a great daughter. The girl isn't perfect. Nothing close. But she tries her hardest, which sometimes is extremely difficult. Sometimes she just wants to be a free-spirit, but she must keep up with her family. The girl loves this family to pieces, and loves all of the vacations the family do at their houses. It makes her feel like she now belongs to something bigger. She feels like she has huge expectations to live up to, but she wants to push herself to a safe limit, and get somewhere in life. This story isn't full of excessive drama, but it is the life of a girl who seems perfect on the outside. There is always pain and confusion on the inside of every girl.

This is my life FA, now you know.

-KT

My Story

This is the story of a FA'er. I grew up in a middle-class family, in a very average life. I have one sibling, and we are close. My parents never got along, they never really fit together. I never had the average family life; no grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins within a 300 km radius. As everyone grew up, the parents drifted apart. My father became addicted, and there was no end. Now my parents are divorced, and it is  great. I am living proof that divorce is not a bad thing. Some families need it to survive. I only see my pop randomly now, sometimes multiple times a week, sometimes not for 3 weeks. I wish I missed him, but I really do not. It kills me that I don't miss him, but I just feel very detached. He still has his addiction, but is ace at hiding it to the world. Of course I would love to have a beautiful family that is together, but in my situation that never would have worked out. I don't see the point in wasting time in what can not be changed.

This is my life FA, now you know.

The Stories of FA

Hello, I am the Story Teller. As you now know, I think it would greatly help release tension if people let their stories come into the open. Anonymously though, unless they otherwise state that they want their name to be used. I myself am a very trusted FA'er, so no worry about anyone else knowing it is you.
To mail me your story, please friend request then mail me your story on the account StoriesofFA. Once a day (Or whenever one comes), I will post it. The person will remain completely anonymous.
Please start your stories with "This is a story of a FA'er", and please end them with "This is my life FA, now you know".
Any questions may be sent to me, and I will answer all.

-Story Teller-