clamicide
Gold Meritorious Patron
I'm sitting here watching a Sox game and your brother is sleeping next to me. We stayed up late into the wee hours of the night just hanging out and enjoying each others' company. Just another day of life's simple pleasures. You're not here.
I opened up this message board to try to continue writing my story. I've had a hard time writing it lately--I've been distracted. Your shadow is hanging over me. You are waiting to be posted. You might go to Gold. I've seen the spiked fence and I wonder if you will be one more soul trapped behind it. I want to warn you, I want to beg for your forgiveness for birthing you into this evil cult, but you don't talk to me. I want to be able to reach out and grab you--talk to the little boy I once knew. I can't-- in your eyes, I am a DB.
As I write my story, I feel my identity will come to light. I wonder if it will cause you problems. I struggle with what is right and how to handle it. I'm tired of the cult ruling my actions. It's taken me so long to struggle to be free.
I thought I had more time. Time to get my life together, but the cult is desperate and they brought you back into the ranks of the elite. All you know of me is everything I 'pulled in' since I left the cult. I fulfilled all of their worst prophecies. I hadn't woken up, yet. I still believed myself to be everything they had indoctrinated me to be. I believed that falling from grace in their eyes meant I was worthless...I became worthless.
It's different now. I'm still struggling, but I'm starting to see the light. The hell I've been through on the 'outside' that makes others shudder just doesn't mean much compared to the spiritual hell I've been through and the pain of losing a son. I remember a phone call we had--both of us in so much pain, me because I was just starting to learn the truth and wished I knew how to open your eyes. You, because you were afraid for my eternity and didn't know how to bring me back into the fold. My heart is breaking as I write this.
Know that I love you. Know that I wish I could go back and change it all. I wish that you could feel what I'm feeling and mostly I wish someday you will be blessed with the truth. I want you to be able to watch a ball game, laugh at something silly, stay up all night for FUN and then sleep in....there are a billion little amazing things that I wish for you that I now experience that you do not. They aren't off-purpose, they are part of the beauty that is truly life, and real freedom. I do have hope someday that you will be out. I hope someday, you will be able to read this. I miss you, and I am sorry.
I opened up this message board to try to continue writing my story. I've had a hard time writing it lately--I've been distracted. Your shadow is hanging over me. You are waiting to be posted. You might go to Gold. I've seen the spiked fence and I wonder if you will be one more soul trapped behind it. I want to warn you, I want to beg for your forgiveness for birthing you into this evil cult, but you don't talk to me. I want to be able to reach out and grab you--talk to the little boy I once knew. I can't-- in your eyes, I am a DB.
As I write my story, I feel my identity will come to light. I wonder if it will cause you problems. I struggle with what is right and how to handle it. I'm tired of the cult ruling my actions. It's taken me so long to struggle to be free.
I thought I had more time. Time to get my life together, but the cult is desperate and they brought you back into the ranks of the elite. All you know of me is everything I 'pulled in' since I left the cult. I fulfilled all of their worst prophecies. I hadn't woken up, yet. I still believed myself to be everything they had indoctrinated me to be. I believed that falling from grace in their eyes meant I was worthless...I became worthless.
It's different now. I'm still struggling, but I'm starting to see the light. The hell I've been through on the 'outside' that makes others shudder just doesn't mean much compared to the spiritual hell I've been through and the pain of losing a son. I remember a phone call we had--both of us in so much pain, me because I was just starting to learn the truth and wished I knew how to open your eyes. You, because you were afraid for my eternity and didn't know how to bring me back into the fold. My heart is breaking as I write this.
Know that I love you. Know that I wish I could go back and change it all. I wish that you could feel what I'm feeling and mostly I wish someday you will be blessed with the truth. I want you to be able to watch a ball game, laugh at something silly, stay up all night for FUN and then sleep in....there are a billion little amazing things that I wish for you that I now experience that you do not. They aren't off-purpose, they are part of the beauty that is truly life, and real freedom. I do have hope someday that you will be out. I hope someday, you will be able to read this. I miss you, and I am sorry.