Lexion
03-14-2010, 07:05 PM
Caveat : I'm not good at fiction.
So, this is from my life.
Why I dropped back in.
As a child, I was taught by my Dad
to be my own person.
Follow your heart and dreams.
Which, I did.
My Mother thought it was a great idea
to ridicule my actions and choices.
So, I chose to follow my Dad's wisdom.
I became my own person, and did what
I felt was correct for me.
My Dad supported me to the point until
I became self-destructive.
My Mother insisted at this point to keep
promoting my destruction.
She persecuted me, and insisted that I was
a piece of shit, but that she loved me.
I believed her.
How wrong I was.
I remember driving home with my Dad, after
swim practice.
I had done something juvenile (don't remember
what) but I had been reprimanded for it.
Dad said "you're almost an adult, and need to
act like an adult".
I started crying and said I didn't want to be an
adult.
I think I was 14.
My Mother continued to enable my actions, while
at the same time reminding me that I was a piece
of shit.
The boil came to a head when I was 16 or so.
My Mother told me the only reason I had friends
was because of money, and drugs.
I went fucking ballistic.
A divorce ensued, because my Dad finally saw what
my Mother was doing to my head.
*a few years pass*
Homeless, I turned to a family tradition.
The military.
Not to drop back in, but to find myself. My skills.
I never felt part of the military family, but I did
learn quite a bit about how "circles" work.
Once I met my soon-to-be wife, I had an epiphany.
I didn't need that stuff.
Being myself was enough.
Long story short, I dropped back in, because
I could.
So, this is from my life.
Why I dropped back in.
As a child, I was taught by my Dad
to be my own person.
Follow your heart and dreams.
Which, I did.
My Mother thought it was a great idea
to ridicule my actions and choices.
So, I chose to follow my Dad's wisdom.
I became my own person, and did what
I felt was correct for me.
My Dad supported me to the point until
I became self-destructive.
My Mother insisted at this point to keep
promoting my destruction.
She persecuted me, and insisted that I was
a piece of shit, but that she loved me.
I believed her.
How wrong I was.
I remember driving home with my Dad, after
swim practice.
I had done something juvenile (don't remember
what) but I had been reprimanded for it.
Dad said "you're almost an adult, and need to
act like an adult".
I started crying and said I didn't want to be an
adult.
I think I was 14.
My Mother continued to enable my actions, while
at the same time reminding me that I was a piece
of shit.
The boil came to a head when I was 16 or so.
My Mother told me the only reason I had friends
was because of money, and drugs.
I went fucking ballistic.
A divorce ensued, because my Dad finally saw what
my Mother was doing to my head.
*a few years pass*
Homeless, I turned to a family tradition.
The military.
Not to drop back in, but to find myself. My skills.
I never felt part of the military family, but I did
learn quite a bit about how "circles" work.
Once I met my soon-to-be wife, I had an epiphany.
I didn't need that stuff.
Being myself was enough.
Long story short, I dropped back in, because
I could.