Posted by:
Bagheera
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Date: May 05, 2015 09:46AM
Sounds awful, but take heart. You'll be fine.
Anon this time Wrote:
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> I had a "just lovely" visit (lecture) from one of
> my mom's "friends" from church (this person is
> anything but a decent person, let alone friend).
> My mom called her over basically to call me a
> worthless piece of trash because I haven't lived
> the life the church expects from me--even though
> I've made it known I want nothing to do with
> mormonism. I wish I could have ranted at her, but
> instead I did what I was conditioned to do--put on
> the pained smile and wait for it to be over. After
> she left, I went to my room and had an ugly cry,
> and my mom doesn't understand how I could possibly
> be upset about that woman's bitter, mean words. I
> want a restraining order.
>
> I’m sick of being told what to do.
>
> I’m tired of being told how to dress, or how
> much makeup is “too much” and that it means
> I’m shallow and worthless and "will never
> attract a decent man"
>
> I don't want to get married just to become some
> breeding cow. I don't even think I want to get
> married at all.
>
> I’m tired of hearing about how there must be
> something wrong with me because I’m single and
> "already 22" (that clock is ticking, you know"). I
> don’t like hearing that abuse victims are
> “damaged goods”, attention-seeking, and they
> should just suck it up. I refuse to believe it was
> my fault that my father dragged me by the hair, or
> held a gun to my head, or ran our family into
> lifelong debt (it was insinuated that this was my
> "problem") I was 4 years old, for Christ's sake.
>
> I don’t want to settle for one of the worst
> colleges in the entire country, just because
> “it’s close.” I can’t stand the insistence
> that I should be a nurse, or go to beauty school,
> or that it doesn’t even matter what I study
> because college is for finding a husband who will
> pay the bills.
>
> I like being bright and colorful, and maybe “too
> much” makeup is just enough for me. Calling
> someone else vain and insecure based solely on the
> presence of colored powder on their face is
> ridiculous.
>
> I happen to enjoy being single, and there’s
> nothing wrong with that.
>
> Maybe I can’t have kids, and being told that’s
> all I’m good for is really hurtful.
>
> You never really know what others go through in
> their lives, the circumstances, or how that
> affects them. Calling someone “broken” or
> blaming them because they’ve been hurt–often
> by people they depended on or trusted–is
> absolutely vile.
>
> If I want to study something, I want a quality
> education. It does matter to me. It’s not anyone
> else’s decision.
>
> If you aren’t me, don’t tell me what a
> disappointment I am or that I’m “wasting” my
> time because I’m not living up to your
> expectations. If you haven’t lived my life,
> don’t tell me what to do with it, or what I’m
> worth.
>
> The woman who told me all these things doesn't
> even like my mom. She's just one of those assigned
> buddies because we've been "sticken" by the
> "tragedy" of divorce (freed from a wretched,
> abusive man) and she's been sent to set me, the
> evil apostate daughter, straight before I drag us
> all down to Hell. Oh, sorry, I mean "Outer
> Darkness" (because Hell isn't a spoopy enough word
> for mormons)