Why can't anyone believe in me?

Do you remember the moment it all became clear to you? When you finally let yourself realize that the one you loved had changed into someone else?
Well, this morning that realization hit me hard. He doesn't even believe in me anymore. Maybe he never did. But this morning as I lay half awake in bed I heard the words, "Are you ever scared for your future?"
Thinking that he was asking to assure himself he wasn't the only one, I responded, "Oh hell yeah." Because, to be honest, I am terrified for what the future will bring. As an aspiring writer the road to success is most likely going to be a long and difficult one, but I am determined to try my hardest. So yeah, it scares me.
But then, as I wait for the moment where I comfort him as he tells me about his fears, I hear something else. "Yeah I would be. I mean you have no real skills." Disbelief and shock hit me so hard that I'm immediately awake. He starts going on as though this isn't a complete insult. I can't even begin to understand why he would say something so hurtful. As though writing ISN'T a skill. Writing, in my opinion, is one of the most important skills an educated person can have. It is used for nearly everything, and many jobs require some form of writing ability. And then, oh, don't even get him started on art. What a waste of time and money.
I mean yeah, becoming a well known writer and novelist is certainly going to be very difficult, and yeah, maybe I will fail, but what's it worth if I don't try my best to accomplish my dream? Plus, I can be an editor at a magazine or work at a publishing office, there are options for me out there. But, apparently, he sees no potential for me to even get this far, saying, "You know how many of those jobs are out there compared to how many people want them?" And then he says, "You don't want to work at a movie theatre forever, or something, do you?" As if I'm destined for shitty minimum wage jobs for the rest of my life?
Where is the love and support that was always there when we first met? He used to believe in me. Or at least I thought he did. He was one of the few people that, when I first told him my majors and what I wanted to do, didn't give me "the look" and say something like, "Oh are you going to be a teacher?" I can't even count how many times this has happened to me. As though just because my path is going to be difficult, it's impossible.
I'd rather be doing something that I love and is meaningful to me than doing something that makes me hate my life. So yeah, I'm going to pursue my dreams, and if I fail, well then I get back up and try again until I succeed. Isn't that the point of all of this? Of life? Trying your best to achieve your dreams and what makes you happy? Isn't the one you love, who loves you, supposed to support you and believe in you, not tear you down?
I don't even know what to think anymore. I thought you would always be there for me, but maybe I was wrong.

New blog!

So I have decided to make a new blog for my writing enjoyment, as well as practice. Considering I'm hoping to write YA Lit someday I really need to work on my writing more. I'm probably going to use this blog as a mixture of venting, poetry, and short stories. Basically all of my creative writing when it comes to me.. as well as my feelings when I'm having a particularly bad (or good) day!
So yeah... I guess that's all for the introduction post.
Everything written on this blog is copyrighted to Kaileigh Elizabeth Oldham, and thus belongs to her. Okay.. yup that's it for now. I am looking forward to all of the wonderful and exciting things I will be writing on here! :)