Post by tarnie3 on Mar 14, 2012 17:56:24 GMT -5
ELLIOT AMELIA HUDSON
GRADUATE, TWENTY-EIGHT, CARING, INTELLIGENT, QUICK WITTED, JENNIFER ANISTON, HARTFORD
So, I'm meant to write about myself, eesh, so not my thing but i guess I'll give it a shot. I'm Elliot Hudson, I'm a elementary school teacher, originally from Chicago but I moved to Hartford when I was 17 with my parents. That was 11 years ago so I'll let you figure out my age. I'm Married to a great guy, live in my nice house with our 3 dogs and the whole white picket fence experience. That's pretty much me for now but it's taken a lot to get here, not all of it so good. And now I've said that i guess I have to elaborate. I'll start from the very beginning:
I was born to Janet and Stephen Walker, Mom was a attorney and dad a photographer for Natural geographic. My child hood was pretty average I guess, I never wanted for much, my mom was a bit of a hard ass, the strict, tough love type whereas my pop was the soft gentle type, I'd say I defiantly turned out a lot more like him that my mother. See, they were kind of polar opposites in almost every way, my dad was a creative, soft spoke, quite sort of guy who did what he could to keep everyone happy and just get on with his life, mom was a , outspoken, opinionated, driven woman who most of the time seemed much more interested in appearances and money than others. We didn't get on much but I still love the old bat.
My school life was quite average, I was moderately popular, I was on the cheer squad so that defiantly helped but I was also in all AP classes and a bit of an over achiever with my school work. Everything was going just peachy I was happy exactly where I was until my mother dearest had to come along and burst my stereotypical high school bubbly by up routing our family and moving us to Connecticut in the middle of my junior year. I wasn't happy about it but I knew it was what my mom needed for her job and I could tell that no matter what I said, this move was going to happen.
So, I left my life in Chicago behind and was forced into a new city and a new school to make new friends. I can't imagine my life if I hadn't moved away now, I sometimes wonder if it would have gone better but I guess we'll never know. So school passed by aimlessly, I settled well enough, made a decent amount of friends and by senior year I was pretty much right back to where I was back home. I graduated with honors and every extra curricular imaginable under my belt and got myself a place Yale! I knew the day that I started what I wanted to major in, I had always loved writing kids, and always dreamed of being a teacher (the whole way through school I worked at a daycare) Of course mother didn't approve, she didn't see why I would go for such a mundane job when I could have been anything with my brains. See, unlike her, I don't really care about the money, of course everyone needs it but my life and how I judge the success of it doesn't ride on how financially stable I am like her. I'm much more like my father in that respect, and everything else. The only thing I can see that I took from my mother is her looks, pre-face lift, obviously, now she looks more like Jone Collins.
College was probably the best years of my life, I had everything to live for all my dream still reachable. I met the man I thought I would be with forever. Riley, pretty much the perfect guy, Smart, sweet, caring and everything inbetween. Everyone of my friends was jealous when me and him started dating, they all said he was too good to be true but honestly, the more I got to know him, the more perfect he became. We graduated together, married the following spring the most beautiful wedding. Everything was perfect. We moved into a 3 bed house the day we got back from our honeymoon and before I knew it I was pregnant with what I had hoped was our first of 3 children (yes, I was that girl who had her whole life planned out by the age of ten). I was so in love and so happy you can't even imagine. I sometimes think that's why things went wrong later on, maybe I was being punished for being too happy? Or having too much. Because as perfect as everything was, it all crumbled the day we found out our little boy had leukemia. You know how they say its the worst thing, to lose a child, you can never understand how true that is until it happens to you.
After he passed nothing seemed the same anymore, I had no idea how to cope, how does someone cope with that? How is there a expected way for someone to deal with a tragedy like that? Riley thought he knew exactly how I should have reacted and when I didn't things got messy between us. I didn't want to face what I had lost so I tried to block it out, all of it. Looking back I know it wasn't right but at the time I don't think I could have done anything else. It pushed me and Riley apart and we divorced, even then he was so good to me, let me have the house, the car and everything else. I'd like to say we split amicable, there were no lawyers involved or anything like that but we haven't really spoken since.
It took me a while to really come to terms with my sons death, I locked myself away in that house I had once been so happy in and went half crazy over the 6 months. It took a slap across the face from my best friend and a shove into a shinks office to reboot me. I'm on a better path now, I met a great guy, Nick, we married a little under a year ago, I sold my old home that I had shared with Riley and moved into Nick's. I keep telling myself I'm happy, I should be, I have a man who loves me and cares for me but something just doesn't fit in my life, there's something missing between us.
So thats me and my history so I guess I should at least touch on what I honestly think of myself. I'd like to think I'm fun, I know the kids that I teach think that, I'm patient and easy going, not a lot gets me angry and I do what I can to avoid all kinds of arguments, lifes to short to waste time fighting with people. I personally think I'm hilariously funny, even though when I make my friends and my husband laugh they're usually laughing at me for something clumsy I did or said. See, considering I'm a Yale grad, and I'd like to think quite clever, I'm a complete ditz, that moron who's just walked out of the bathroom with her skirt tucker into her panties, you can bet your ass thats me. With that I'd say I'm good at poking fun of myself, I don't take much of anything seriously unless I'm working and even then I get to act like a pretty big goof and get paid for it. I love love love kids, always have though I'm not sure if I could face having another of my own, time will only tell I guess. I also love animals, I have a mini petting zoo at my house with rabbits and chickens and a duck as well as my big gentle giants Maxi, Dodger and King (2 great danes and a dalmation). I'd say I'm a cup half full kind of gal, I try to see the best in everything and everyone. I'm not big at thinking things through and throw myself into stuff before I've thought it through. I'm the most indesisive person you could ever have met, even picking what to have for breakfast is an ordeal. I like to keep active, I run every morning and every evening with my dogs and have a personal trainer who keeps my butt in shape. I'm a terrible dancer but I do it anyway. Erm... Oh yeah, and I'm a complete and utter mess and a lot of this smiles and giggles and optemism is a front to hide how completely and utterly lost I am, I hide that I'm not sure marrying nick was a good idea, I hide that everyday is still agony without my baby boy, I hide that I'm still in love with my ex husband and so many other things. But its fine, because no one else knows.
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I be the almighty, character whore Tarnie!
