Could This Reflect A Part Of Lissa's Past? No Boyfriends, Freak etc.

Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2005 11:56:40 +1000 (EST)
From: "Nikkohlina" nikkohlina@yahoo.com.au
Subject: Re: Goodnight
To:
Dearest XXXXX
Ok. I'll let you buy me a cake, but it is not at all what I meant for you to do.
Boarding school was never a happy place for me.I was teased and treated like a freak because I wasn't allowed home on holidays. I wasn't allowed priviledges the others got because my parents told the nuns that I was trouble at home, and needed a firm hand with no treats. Basically I attended classes, went to mass (which being a non-Catholic I never understood) and did homework. I also helped in the school dining room, setting tables and clearing up after meals. I never got to go to school dances or such things either. It was nearly 10 years of my life. I was allowed music classes and ballet lessons though. I had to earn my own ballet classes (I started around 12) by cleaning the dance studio floor and mirrors.
Boyfriends were absolutely out of the question, until I was about 17 and met a boy that I thought was nice and liked me. Turns out it was all on a bet, and once he convinced me to have sex with him, I was dumped. He got $50 from his friends and the chance to ruin my reputation at school. I was in disgrace, and during my last year of school, I was kept on a tighter rein.
Once I finished school, I was told to move out of home--somewhere I had never really even had a chance to live in. At one stage, my family moved to a new house and didn't tell me where. By then I was really struggling to live in a very very tiny cramped flat and hold down a job to pay for it. I used to wait tables and clean houses in order to survive. It was that or I would end up on the streets. I used to imagine that my flat was a really nice one with pretty things and nice furniture, but in reality it was like a really sleazy motel--lumpy bed, a hotplate to cook on and a horrible looking bathroom.I didn't even have a couch and the table was this tiny thing with two beat up chairs.Looking at my living conditions, one would never ever guess that I came from a priviledged family and had the title "Lady".Once I got a job as a musician (I was about 24 I think), things got easier by at least a little bit.
I'm not telling you this to make you feel bad for me.I just think it's important that you know things about me--good or bad. I don't have a problem discussing it, and the reason I never really have is because you have never really asked.
I am going to go and sit on the verandah for a little while and get some fresh air. Max is making us some lunch as I write.
I will email again tomorrow. Have a lovely day cherie.
Affectueusement
Nikki