dreams
Have you ever wondered where a dream comes from? For the last couple of nights, I've had some weird dreams. It's like the subconscious part of your mind replays your past and predicts your future. My past has so many cob webs and sometimes I wish I could have amnesia so I couldn't remember.
My life was ok until I was 17 yrs old. Then the unthinkable happened, my mother, who I'm supposed to trust, and who's supposed to love me, pulled a gun on me. At the time, I laughed it off because that's how I handle conflict, but it really damaged my life from there on. I didn't care about anything including myself. I was on the destruction path to HELL!
Instead of getting she and I help, she and my dad told me to forgive and forget about the whole thing. I couldn't leave the restaurant until I said ok.
We were there a while, but I agreed.
Needless to say, I never forgave or forgot.
And here I am fifteen years later still wondering what my life would be like if I had a normal mother.
I'm a mother of four children. And I can tell you that I will never pull a gun on my kids. I have a hard time getting mad at them. My husband thinks I'm to soft on them.
I was reading someone else's journal and realized what a lonely world we live in, and it reminded me of me at 17.
It gets better, but it took 10 years to finally figure that out.
My life was ok until I was 17 yrs old. Then the unthinkable happened, my mother, who I'm supposed to trust, and who's supposed to love me, pulled a gun on me. At the time, I laughed it off because that's how I handle conflict, but it really damaged my life from there on. I didn't care about anything including myself. I was on the destruction path to HELL!
Instead of getting she and I help, she and my dad told me to forgive and forget about the whole thing. I couldn't leave the restaurant until I said ok.
We were there a while, but I agreed.
Needless to say, I never forgave or forgot.
And here I am fifteen years later still wondering what my life would be like if I had a normal mother.
I'm a mother of four children. And I can tell you that I will never pull a gun on my kids. I have a hard time getting mad at them. My husband thinks I'm to soft on them.
I was reading someone else's journal and realized what a lonely world we live in, and it reminded me of me at 17.
It gets better, but it took 10 years to finally figure that out.