How did she know???
Although I can’t say this to her face because she would be terribly offended, my grandma is psychic. Like a good witch. How did she know that I was seething inside because of how unfair it is that people who put up a pious front are actually “patanes”, as she called them…. Cretins, bastards. How did she know??? She told me to not mind those people; That God knows what...
Feels like long sharp knives stabbing my face The worst part is that the precription painkillers barely take the edg off
Out of the shadows there is a light
The light of a kindred spirit, as cliche as it sounds. Does not judge, preach or reprove. Accepts things as they are. Thank you, guiding light.
The pain doesn’t really get better; It’s still so surreal To think someone who is supposed to be dead is actually here but they refuse to talk to me or accept me for who I am.
On disfellowshipping, family and other dirty words
They think that by shunning me they are either prompting me to repent or saving their own souls from my dirty existence ( I really don’t even remember which). Whatever it is, all it’s done is make me hate their religion even more. Since their religion is part of their personality, maybe I should grow to hate them too. I can’t just yet- they are still my family and everything that...
My lid’s about to blow. Something’s gotta give.
Our kitchen is cluttered. Need your help in coming up with solutions.
When does it stop hurting?
September 27 will be three years since my family disowned me. The loss of my marriage is going on five. It still hurts even though I don’t love him any more. I wonder how much longer before it finally starts to fade enough to not make me feel like I killed something.
This is not meant at any one person, but rather at the amount of posts on the same thing: MAN people bitch A LOT on Facebook!!!!