PATTY, lucille danae

[LUCILLE DANAE PATTY]

[atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0478144b9f16c95a37367d1aca56b45c/tumblr_mkfax8tDxp1s97ldco1_500.png); padding: 5px, bTable] LUCILLE D. PATTY TWENTY-NINE | STRAIGHT | DOCTOR | EMERGENCY CREW | KATIE CASSIDY Oh can't you see I grew up in a 'small town' in Oklahoma, in the suburbs of Oklahoma City, named Piedmont. I was raised with an old fashioned appeal, my mother was a stay at home wife, her job was to keep the house clean and take care of the kids while my father, a doctor went out and made money to pay the bills. Even when money got tight, they seemed to pull through and their way of life seemed to work. I had always admired their lifestyle and relationship. Mother never complained, and never seemed to show weakness. She always wore dresses, and nice clothing, she always looked like she popped out of an old style magazine, even while she scrubbed the floor on all fours, she was absolutely beautiful. My dad would come home late after working double shifts down at the hospital, and he'd be exhausted, my mother would be too, but she was too proud to show it. She'd have a meal ready for him, and on the table the moment he walked in, as if she'd scheduled dinner for his late arrival. She was never caught off guard by his late entrance, and as far as I could tell, he was never surprised that she'd planned it perfectly. After dinner, the two of them would clean the dishes together, and as a family we'd sit in the living room, and watched what he wanted to watch on the television. When I got old enough, I joined in and helped my mother, and learned the way of life that I never thought was weird or awkward, but the way things should be. The woman was the back bone, making sure that their man was happy, and never had a complain in the world. My older brother was always had at work, father taught him the ways of keeping things fixed around the house, and making sure that mother had everything she needed. If he needed to go to the store, he'd come back with every single thing on the list. My father was a year and a half older than my mother, and they were the perfect couple, the ideal for a marriage, they fit together like puzzle pieces and in my opinion, I'd say they were soul mates. After I had grown, and left the house, I took what I'd learned from my mother to heart, and never forgot where I came from. College was hard for me, girls my age were raised much differently than me. They'd grown to disrespect their family and used foul language that startled me. I couldn't believe anyone would talk to anyone else in that way, they'd call me names, a freak, and whatever else they could come up with. I learned how to smoke a good cigarette to take off the tension that came with a messy roommate. I had never seen the likes of these girls in my dorm as I saw my freshmen year. I was practically willing to drop out of college if it wasn't for the idea of disappointing my parents. When I was finally able to move into my own house as a sophomore, I couldn't have been more excited. I learned a lot about myself, that I could be every bit as strong as my mother, keeping a clean house and going to school. Even though, I'd always thought I'd marry young, and push my husband through school, the older I got the more I realized that the now day man was not the gentleman my father was. They did not find me and my way, the least bit appealing. The way I dressed, the way I held myself, cleaned up after them and cooked. They just wanted to be the guy that turned all my rights wrong, and eventually that did happen. I fell in love with a guy named Lucas, and he was everything in a man I had thought I had wanted, but when our relationship moved forward, and the question never came, I wondered if I had made a mistake and sleeping with him too soon. I had given away the one thing I had that gave me power, and even worse, I was the girlfriend that he'd told all his friends that was the best kind of woman. Instead of marrying me, he intended to keep me the forever girlfriend, and I knew that it was not something I wanted. I wanted to quit school, and take care of him the way he needed to be tended to. When I finally called it quits, he was surprised at how I could get angry, and could speak my mind. I had remained silent and kept that smile on my face, regardless of my true emotion, and I learned how good it felt to tell someone how I felt. You belong to me? I graduated college with honors and was accepted to med school. I told my dad that I planned to be a doctor like him, and he was surprised at how strong I had become, my role as a silent woman was far behind me, and I was changing, and becoming strong in my own right. He was proud of me, even if who I was becoming was unexpected. I was going to make my own living, and I was going to be more than just someone that could be taken advantage of. School came easily to me, I was not easily distracted by the outside world, and I soon graduated med school, and became a doctor. All that stuff, was easy, but what came next was something I had never expected, choosing to live somewhere other than near my parents. My father at this point, had two children doctors, and had thought we were going to join him, but I decided to move, I took a job offer in Maine, and I thought being further from my parents, would be the right decision for me. I did not want to go back to the girl that could allow someone to walk all over them, and I wanted to be the girl that was strong enough to stand her ground. Guys came and went in my life, their names run together in my mind now, but nothing ever felt right. I can't say I was as lady like as I should have been, with as many guys being in my life as there were, but truth was, I just wanted to feel loved even if it was just for a night. It didn't take a rocket science to figure out that I was still looking for that guy to sweep my off my feet, even if I'd realized deep down that it would never happen, guys just weren't raised the way my daddy was. What I was looking for in a guy could never be found, because the character in a man was completely changed. I knew right from the beginning of my second year in Maine that I had made the right decision in leaving my life behind me. I was getting credit for doing things, instead of getting credit for things my father had given me, and I felt that was much more important. Although, the nursing staff did not immediately admire the way that I handled my work load, they grew to accept it over time. They first hated the way that I liked to take control, liked to be in the action, liked to know what was going on in every part of the hospital, right down to the house keeping staff. My name was flying around, and not always for good things. How my poor heart aches The day I met Joe, was like a new chapter in my life. I knew the moment I saw him sitting at the bar, looking defeated and completely deflated, that my night out with the girls was going to take a turn. I sat and talked to him, and though he didn't seem to be that interested in anything I had to say, I seemed to help in some odd way. Later on, we went back to my place, and things got a little crazy and ended with a night tangled up in the sheets. I knew he was drunk, and I knew I wasn't up for making good decisions, but regardless, I know one thing is for absolute certain, I insisted on using protection, and when I woke up the next morning, he was no where to be seen. I was hurt, he could have at least said goodbye, but then, from a guy in this generation, who could blame him for running away? I was just the a piece of the night before that lasted a little too long. I worked and did little else for the next month and a half, and I couldn't figure out why I was gaining so much weight and feeling so sick. As a doctor, I should have known sooner, but the idea was unheard of, for having been so controlling when it came to protection and personal safety. That first pregnancy test, was the beginning of the end, I thought. Great, pregnant by a complete stranger, who couldn't have even said goodbye, or "that was fun, lets not do it again," or anything. If I thought the idea of being pregnant was hard to accept, and would be the hardest part of my pregnancy, I was mistaken. Telling Joe was definitely ten times harder. Try telling a man, you've only hung out with once that you are pregnant and try to reason that there was no possibility of it being anyone other than his child, but once he finally did come to terms with the idea of being a father was right around the corner, he changed his tone, and we've been together ever since. I never thought I could say that I was happy being pregnant by a stranger, but I can honestly say that life has never been better than it is now. with every step you take. Joe, even though he doesn't hear me say it enough, he is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I know he's making a lot of sacrifices to be here for the baby and I and I completely adore him for it. He is the sweetest, most kind guy I have ever met, and I am ever so lucky to have him in my life. He takes care of me in ways I didn't need I needed to be taken care of. He is just an absolutely amazing person and my unborn child is ever so lucky to get the chance to call him dad. BEHIND THE MASK ALEX | 23 | CENTRAL | BEEN HERE | ZAC, GUNNAR, ADAM