i fear that my blog as yet hasnt been very hinteresting. my apologies.
hmm, i called this entry my fears re: my singluar fear that this be dull as dish water.. and i now cant think of anything particularly intersting to regail u with, so will go with that..
my fears:
- mummies (including the like bog preserved people, people preserved in ice, people burried in hot sand that have been preserved)/corpses/real human skeletons/purtifying flesh etc
[actaulyl cannot stand them in any form, eg on telly, people with good makeup on screen/photographs/anything in actual life obviously too.
[this stems from my dearest darling father putting me on top of the glass on a display cabinet which u look down into at the museum (bristolians shall know it, well are deprived if not, the one where u look down on two mummies, lying next to each other..). i cant have been more than say 4, cos i was small enough to be put on top. needless to sday iv had nightmares ever sincwe about the glass braking, falling on them etc. from this has stemmed a fear of all rotting/rotten human flesh. purtifyings such a good word. hmm it got worse till i was like 13 then eased off... having of a vivid imagination tho i say it myself, i often completely freaked out at night imaging dead bodies in my room etc. but God was really lush to me adn helped me to get over that.. wow this was suppoesd to be light hearted and even goodness forbid humourous.. got a bit heavy huh]
- that robin will decide he doesnt think im attractive at all and run away. id be totally crushed, cant take people i love leaving/hating me.. hasnt happened much in my short life, especially compared to some people, but has a enough to make me really really never want to feel again.. one of the reasons i was so scared to allow myself to like robin actualy.. ok i kno ur choping at the bit to ask what deep emotional pain iv suffered but are too polite to ask..
soo a. dad left when i was very little like less than one little, didnt really think much of it tis God gently showed me how broken i was about it deep down. not that i want dad to live with me and mam, that would be rubbish - i like how close me and mam are and dont need dad around tho its nice that hes in my life (see him like 4/5times a year or sumat).. but it really undermines you for one of the two people ur given at birth to look after u and to protect u has better things to do. also leaving the house, fine i can see that, but i think moving city is quite harsh.. but im all good now, took a long time but have forgiven him, like really have, not jsut a yeah i forgive u cos Jesus says u should.. tho that obv gave me insentive. it took along time, i like grieved alot - for like a year or more. but its ok now.. am glad of it as soo kno God as my dady now, not jsut some belovaent guy out ther somewhere, He completely looked after me. was brilliant.. is brilliant
b. had long term fairly abusive realtionship wotha guy at my school when i was like 13/14/15 ish form end of year 8 to beginnign of year 10, yes i was young but it mattered.. deep feeling and jazz, first proper, actualyl first ever bf, first kiss first guy to fancy me that told me, first guy to dump me - multiple times, first quite alot of things. really wish we hadnt got together now but then again part of who i am etc and i like (ish) who i am. the emotiional pain bit came when i got God and God got me to leave this guy, that in itself was hard, but i knew he was really abd for me and i wanted to be pure and that wouldnt have worked with our fairly sexual relationship etc. but he was on alot of drugs at teh time and told me he was dying, i believed him cos we were realyl close and u jsut dont do that. really skrewed me up, really did. what with finding out he was lying, and then him still being at my school, even tho hed like died to me.
again iv forgiven him now, but took a heg* of a long time. we can now make polite convosation.
c. a really good friend of mine, even best friend, was very mentally unstable/ill, we were really realy close and i did something really stupid and to me small, but because of a complex of hers which i should have rembered she started to hate me. i realy didnt cope very well, cried in class etc, always a fun thing. it was horrid and cos i cant take people leaving me that great i was destrought, dont think shes ever forgiven me, tho we've both mellowed a bit about it. used ot hurt so much. but was really great cos it helped me forgive dad cos it was something id done without thinking it thru that i could only stop suffering for if she forgave me, there was nothing i could do apart from wait on her generousity. she didnt extend it as far as i kno, but thats ok. it taught me how to and why it was nec.
think thats it, shant write any more fears now
as tooooo much text.
woah too mcuh writing.. i should bw working too. o dear
nunite
xx
* heg, rosanim, means alot sim to feg