Re: Returning to the scene of the crime

[Guest guest]

Bunny,

Your story brought me to tears several times, although I'm just a boy of 47. :-)

Evil stepmothers come in different boxes. Your true mom, apparently, because of

her illness (that could be treated these days) didn't believe that she was your

true mom, since she felt she could lose you (oh, well, did she ever have your to

beging with).

You are proving again that the worst thing you can do to a BP is that you go

along with her...

On the other hand, if we don't have eternal life, we're screwed, anyway, and if

we do, the parable of the workers comes into effect: even if you work for the

last our of the day, you'll get a ful day's wages.

He may be an alcoholic or a drug addict at the moment but if he was truly the

love of your life, you migh be able to heal him. Still, DO NOT expect him to

fulfill your needs because he probably cannot.

Hugs,

'Matic

Returning to the scene of the crime

I just had a very shocking thing happen to me, and I need to vent...so here

goes.

My oldest daugther is a cheerleader at the same high school i attended. She

told us last night that she is cheering for wrestling tonight. (Something

new...they usually just cheer for basketball) All of a sudden I became

flooded with emotions and began to sob and shake uncontrolably. You see..

when I was in high school I had this boyfriend. We dated for 4 years....he

was the captain of the wrestling team and I was the team manager. He was

the love of my life...my prince charming. We had so many happy memories....

most of them revolved around wrestling season. He was such a fabulous

wrestler...the star of the show....always. My nada totally ruined my

relationship with him. Making accusations about him....saying horrible,

horrible things. He finally got a scholarship to the college he dreamed

about attending. It was such a huge accomplishment. ...very early on in our

relationship he had a terrible accident and spent almost a year in shock

trauma. I stayed with him every moment...reading to him, feeding him...

encouraging him to walk and talk. He had to learn all over again. We were

so completely and utterly in love....it was like from a storybook... complete

with wicked witch. His senior year he won states....when they delared him

the winner of the match he ran over to where i was sitting picked me up and

carried me back to the center circle where he got down on one knee and

proposed. I was elated....Nada was enraged. She came down off the

bleachers and snatched the ring out of his hand...she raced out the doors

and threw my engagement ring in the pond behind our school. The next night,

a friend of mine snuck me out of my house and I met my boyfriend at the pond

We exchanged wedding vows...it wasn't a legal ceremony of course, but it

meant the world to us. After a couple of days the word spread about what

happened and my nada came up with the most vindictive plot of her entire

life. Either I broke it off with him or she would call the college he had

his scholorship for and tell them that he had anger issues and that he had

beaten and raped me. She convinced me that the accusation alone would lose

him his scholarship. ...and I believed her. His happiness and fulfilling his

dream meant so much to me....I just wasn't willing to risk his dream...i

loved him too much. So I broke it off....and we haven't spoken since. I

run into his Aunt all the time....and every time I see her she just hugs me

and starts to cry...she just keeps repeating " you were the one...you were

the one that my Leonard was supposed to spend his life with....his

heart died when the two of you broke up...he is just a shell of a man now...

you wouldn't like him now...remember him the way he was when he was with you

...that is how i try to remember him. " Every time...i get the same speech...

i'm just glad my husband is so tolerant.... i don't think i would handle

something like that as well as he does if the shoe were on the other foot.

Just thinking about walking into that same gym....with the mats and the

crowd...i can feel it just thinking about it...it's like i'm there again...

witnessing the murder of my happiness at the hands of nada. The emotions

are just all over the place.....i' m still that love struck 17 year old girl.

...but i'm now in touch with nada's sickness and my hatred for her. I wish I

had allowed myself to hate her back then. I wish I would have stood up to

her manipulation and recognized this sickness. Last night I had a dream

that I went to school to pick up my daughter.... only i couldn't get in...the

doors were locked. I went around back and saw a man standing by the pond...

..it was my boyfriend... he was standing there, smiling at me.....but before I

could even speak he turned and walked away...disappearing into the woods...

fading out like a ghost. Ugggh....I hate her! I hate that she has scarred

me like this! I hate that because her HER picking my daughter up from

school is so distressing for me. So tonight I will return to the scene of

the crime.....I hope I can hold it together.

Kisses and Nibbles,

Bunny

[Guest guest]

All I can really say is " Holy Shit! " That is just the most

unbelievably sad story! She destroyed 2 lives. On the other hand,

you have a daughter, who you wouldn't have in your life had plan " A "

gone according to plan (I assume?), and who you'd probably not trade

for the world.

It is a horrible horrible thing to have happened to you. The sort of

thing that would bring law-suits today (he could have sued your ma for

stolen property, did you ever recover the ring?) It's very, very sad

for your high-school sweet-heart to be in such a state. I'd hope that

you've found love & strength in your life since.

Sometimes I think of all the regrets I have in life, all the times I

listened to Fada when I shouldn't have... but I'm in a good place in

my life right now, with a good person I love, and regrets only make me

wonder what happy things in my life I might be missing now as well?

>

> I just had a very shocking thing happen to me, and I need to

vent...so here

> goes.

>

> My oldest daugther is a cheerleader at the same high school i

attended. She

> told us last night that she is cheering for wrestling tonight.

(Something

> new...they usually just cheer for basketball) All of a sudden I became

> flooded with emotions and began to sob and shake uncontrolably. You

see..

> when I was in high school I had this boyfriend. We dated for 4

years....he

> was the captain of the wrestling team and I was the team manager.

He was

> the love of my life...my prince charming. We had so many happy

memories....

> most of them revolved around wrestling season. He was such a fabulous

> wrestler...the star of the show....always. My nada totally ruined my

> relationship with him. Making accusations about him....saying

horrible,

> horrible things. He finally got a scholarship to the college he dreamed

> about attending. It was such a huge accomplishment....very early on

in our

> relationship he had a terrible accident and spent almost a year in shock

> trauma. I stayed with him every moment...reading to him, feeding him...

> encouraging him to walk and talk. He had to learn all over again.

We were

> so completely and utterly in love....it was like from a

storybook...complete

> with wicked witch. His senior year he won states....when they

delared him

> the winner of the match he ran over to where i was sitting picked me

up and

> carried me back to the center circle where he got down on one knee and

> proposed. I was elated....Nada was enraged. She came down off the

> bleachers and snatched the ring out of his hand...she raced out the

doors

> and threw my engagement ring in the pond behind our school. The

next night,

> a friend of mine snuck me out of my house and I met my boyfriend at

the pond

> We exchanged wedding vows...it wasn't a legal ceremony of course,

but it

> meant the world to us. After a couple of days the word spread about

what

> happened and my nada came up with the most vindictive plot of her entire

> life. Either I broke it off with him or she would call the college

he had

> his scholorship for and tell them that he had anger issues and that

he had

> beaten and raped me. She convinced me that the accusation alone

would lose

> him his scholarship....and I believed her. His happiness and

fulfilling his

> dream meant so much to me....I just wasn't willing to risk his dream...i

> loved him too much. So I broke it off....and we haven't spoken

since. I

> run into his Aunt all the time....and every time I see her she just

hugs me

> and starts to cry...she just keeps repeating " you were the one...you

were

> the one that my Leonard was supposed to spend his life with....his

> heart died when the two of you broke up...he is just a shell of a

man now...

> you wouldn't like him now...remember him the way he was when he was

with you

> ..that is how i try to remember him. " Every time...i get the same

speech...

> i'm just glad my husband is so tolerant....i don't think i would handle

> something like that as well as he does if the shoe were on the other

foot.

>

>

>

> Just thinking about walking into that same gym....with the mats and the

> crowd...i can feel it just thinking about it...it's like i'm there

again...

> witnessing the murder of my happiness at the hands of nada. The

emotions

> are just all over the place.....i'm still that love struck 17 year

old girl.

> ..but i'm now in touch with nada's sickness and my hatred for her.

I wish I

> had allowed myself to hate her back then. I wish I would have stood

up to

> her manipulation and recognized this sickness. Last night I had a dream

> that I went to school to pick up my daughter....only i couldn't get

in...the

> doors were locked. I went around back and saw a man standing by the

pond...

> .it was my boyfriend...he was standing there, smiling at me.....but

before I

> could even speak he turned and walked away...disappearing into the

woods...

> fading out like a ghost. Ugggh....I hate her! I hate that she has

scarred

> me like this! I hate that because her HER picking my daughter up from

> school is so distressing for me. So tonight I will return to the

scene of

> the crime.....I hope I can hold it together.

>

> Kisses and Nibbles,

> Bunny

>

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

Bunny,

You can do it. I know what it's like to return to the

`scenes of the crimes' and feel MAJOR restimulations.

I've turned those occasions into healing events for

myself. I kept reminding myself things like, " What

happened then isn't going to happen now, " and later,

" See, different things happened. The place isn't the

problem. " It's going to be better this time. Let us

know how it goes.

One Non-BP Recovering Man

--- Beach Bunny wrote:

> I just had a very shocking thing happen to me, and

> I need to vent...so here

> goes.

>

> My oldest daugther is a cheerleader at the same high

> school i attended. She

> told us last night that she is cheering for

> wrestling tonight. (Something

> new...they usually just cheer for basketball) All

> of a sudden I became

> flooded with emotions and began to sob and shake

> uncontrolably. You see..

> when I was in high school I had this boyfriend. We

> dated for 4 years....he

> was the captain of the wrestling team and I was the

> team manager. He was

> the love of my life...my prince charming. We had so

> many happy memories....

> most of them revolved around wrestling season. He

> was such a fabulous

> wrestler...the star of the show....always. My nada

> totally ruined my

> relationship with him. Making accusations about

> him....saying horrible,

> horrible things. He finally got a scholarship to

> the college he dreamed

> about attending. It was such a huge

> accomplishment....very early on in our

> relationship he had a terrible accident and spent

> almost a year in shock

> trauma. I stayed with him every moment...reading to

> him, feeding him...

> encouraging him to walk and talk. He had to learn

> all over again. We were

> so completely and utterly in love....it was like

> from a storybook...complete

> with wicked witch. His senior year he won

> states....when they delared him

> the winner of the match he ran over to where i was

> sitting picked me up and

> carried me back to the center circle where he got

> down on one knee and

> proposed. I was elated....Nada was enraged. She

> came down off the

> bleachers and snatched the ring out of his

> hand...she raced out the doors

> and threw my engagement ring in the pond behind our

> school. The next night,

> a friend of mine snuck me out of my house and I met

> my boyfriend at the pond

> We exchanged wedding vows...it wasn't a legal

> ceremony of course, but it

> meant the world to us. After a couple of days the

> word spread about what

> happened and my nada came up with the most

> vindictive plot of her entire

> life. Either I broke it off with him or she would

> call the college he had

> his scholorship for and tell them that he had anger

> issues and that he had

> beaten and raped me. She convinced me that the

> accusation alone would lose

> him his scholarship....and I believed her. His

> happiness and fulfilling his

> dream meant so much to me....I just wasn't willing

> to risk his dream...i

> loved him too much. So I broke it off....and we

> haven't spoken since. I

> run into his Aunt all the time....and every time I

> see her she just hugs me

> and starts to cry...she just keeps repeating " you

> were the one...you were

> the one that my Leonard was supposed to spend

> his life with....his

> heart died when the two of you broke up...he is just

> a shell of a man now...

> you wouldn't like him now...remember him the way he

> was when he was with you

> ..that is how i try to remember him. " Every

> time...i get the same speech...

> i'm just glad my husband is so tolerant....i don't

> think i would handle

> something like that as well as he does if the shoe

> were on the other foot.

>

>

>

> Just thinking about walking into that same

> gym....with the mats and the

> crowd...i can feel it just thinking about it...it's

> like i'm there again...

> witnessing the murder of my happiness at the hands

> of nada. The emotions

> are just all over the place.....i'm still that love

> struck 17 year old girl.

> ..but i'm now in touch with nada's sickness and my

> hatred for her. I wish I

> had allowed myself to hate her back then. I wish I

> would have stood up to

> her manipulation and recognized this sickness. Last

> night I had a dream

> that I went to school to pick up my daughter....only

> i couldn't get in...the

> doors were locked. I went around back and saw a man

> standing by the pond...

> .it was my boyfriend...he was standing there,

> smiling at me.....but before I

> could even speak he turned and walked

> away...disappearing into the woods...

> fading out like a ghost. Ugggh....I hate her! I

> hate that she has scarred

> me like this! I hate that because her HER picking

> my daughter up from

> school is so distressing for me. So tonight I will

> return to the scene of

> the crime.....I hope I can hold it together.

>

> Kisses and Nibbles,

> Bunny

>

>

>

> [Non-text portions of this message have been

> removed]

>

>

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[Guest guest]

That is absolutely horrible. I am so sorry that happened!!!! No

wonder so many memories flooded back to you.

Grace

>

> I just had a very shocking thing happen to me, and I need to

vent...so here

> goes.

>

> My oldest daugther is a cheerleader at the same high school i

attended. She

> told us last night that she is cheering for wrestling tonight.

(Something

> new...they usually just cheer for basketball) All of a sudden I

became

> flooded with emotions and began to sob and shake uncontrolably.

You see..

> when I was in high school I had this boyfriend. We dated for 4

years....he

> was the captain of the wrestling team and I was the team manager.

He was

> the love of my life...my prince charming. We had so many happy

memories....

> most of them revolved around wrestling season. He was such a

fabulous

> wrestler...the star of the show....always. My nada totally ruined

my

> relationship with him. Making accusations about him....saying

horrible,

> horrible things. He finally got a scholarship to the college he

dreamed

> about attending. It was such a huge accomplishment....very early

on in our

> relationship he had a terrible accident and spent almost a year in

shock

> trauma. I stayed with him every moment...reading to him, feeding

him...

> encouraging him to walk and talk. He had to learn all over

again. We were

> so completely and utterly in love....it was like from a

storybook...complete

> with wicked witch. His senior year he won states....when they

delared him

> the winner of the match he ran over to where i was sitting picked

me up and

> carried me back to the center circle where he got down on one knee

and

> proposed. I was elated....Nada was enraged. She came down off the

> bleachers and snatched the ring out of his hand...she raced out

the doors

> and threw my engagement ring in the pond behind our school. The

next night,

> a friend of mine snuck me out of my house and I met my boyfriend

at the pond

> We exchanged wedding vows...it wasn't a legal ceremony of

course, but it

> meant the world to us. After a couple of days the word spread

about what

> happened and my nada came up with the most vindictive plot of her

entire

> life. Either I broke it off with him or she would call the

college he had

> his scholorship for and tell them that he had anger issues and

that he had

> beaten and raped me. She convinced me that the accusation alone

would lose

> him his scholarship....and I believed her. His happiness and

fulfilling his

> dream meant so much to me....I just wasn't willing to risk his

dream...i

> loved him too much. So I broke it off....and we haven't spoken

since. I

> run into his Aunt all the time....and every time I see her she

just hugs me

> and starts to cry...she just keeps repeating " you were the

one...you were

> the one that my Leonard was supposed to spend his life

with....his

> heart died when the two of you broke up...he is just a shell of a

man now...

> you wouldn't like him now...remember him the way he was when he

was with you

> ..that is how i try to remember him. " Every time...i get the same

speech...

> i'm just glad my husband is so tolerant....i don't think i would

handle

> something like that as well as he does if the shoe were on the

other foot.

>

>

>

> Just thinking about walking into that same gym....with the mats

and the

> crowd...i can feel it just thinking about it...it's like i'm there

again...

> witnessing the murder of my happiness at the hands of nada. The

emotions

> are just all over the place.....i'm still that love struck 17 year

old girl.

> ..but i'm now in touch with nada's sickness and my hatred for

her. I wish I

> had allowed myself to hate her back then. I wish I would have

stood up to

> her manipulation and recognized this sickness. Last night I had a

dream

> that I went to school to pick up my daughter....only i couldn't

get in...the

> doors were locked. I went around back and saw a man standing by

the pond...

> .it was my boyfriend...he was standing there, smiling at

me.....but before I

> could even speak he turned and walked away...disappearing into the

woods...

> fading out like a ghost. Ugggh....I hate her! I hate that she

has scarred

> me like this! I hate that because her HER picking my daughter up

from

> school is so distressing for me. So tonight I will return to the

scene of

> the crime.....I hope I can hold it together.

>

> Kisses and Nibbles,

> Bunny

>

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

What a terrible thing, Bunny! I agree with Recovering Non-BP

that this can be a healing event. Bring tissues and keep them in

your pocket just in case. But even if there are tears, remind

yourself that you did the best you could in terrible circumstances,

and that God directed you to where He wanted you, and that brought

your daughter here.

You were a child, forced into a decision by an overbearing, cruel

adult. These life events were beyond your control. Take it off

your shoulders.

Take care and good luck,

Kyla

>

> > I just had a very shocking thing happen to me, and

> > I need to vent...so here

> > goes.

> >

> > My oldest daugther is a cheerleader at the same high

> > school i attended. She

> > told us last night that she is cheering for

> > wrestling tonight. (Something

> > new...they usually just cheer for basketball) All

> > of a sudden I became

> > flooded with emotions and began to sob and shake

> > uncontrolably. You see..

> > when I was in high school I had this boyfriend. We

> > dated for 4 years....he

> > was the captain of the wrestling team and I was the

> > team manager. He was

> > the love of my life...my prince charming. We had so

> > many happy memories....

> > most of them revolved around wrestling season. He

> > was such a fabulous

> > wrestler...the star of the show....always. My nada

> > totally ruined my

> > relationship with him. Making accusations about

> > him....saying horrible,

> > horrible things. He finally got a scholarship to

> > the college he dreamed

> > about attending. It was such a huge

> > accomplishment....very early on in our

> > relationship he had a terrible accident and spent

> > almost a year in shock

> > trauma. I stayed with him every moment...reading to

> > him, feeding him...

> > encouraging him to walk and talk. He had to learn

> > all over again. We were

> > so completely and utterly in love....it was like

> > from a storybook...complete

> > with wicked witch. His senior year he won

> > states....when they delared him

> > the winner of the match he ran over to where i was

> > sitting picked me up and

> > carried me back to the center circle where he got

> > down on one knee and

> > proposed. I was elated....Nada was enraged. She

> > came down off the

> > bleachers and snatched the ring out of his

> > hand...she raced out the doors

> > and threw my engagement ring in the pond behind our

> > school. The next night,

> > a friend of mine snuck me out of my house and I met

> > my boyfriend at the pond

> > We exchanged wedding vows...it wasn't a legal

> > ceremony of course, but it

> > meant the world to us. After a couple of days the

> > word spread about what

> > happened and my nada came up with the most

> > vindictive plot of her entire

> > life. Either I broke it off with him or she would

> > call the college he had

> > his scholorship for and tell them that he had anger

> > issues and that he had

> > beaten and raped me. She convinced me that the

> > accusation alone would lose

> > him his scholarship....and I believed her. His

> > happiness and fulfilling his

> > dream meant so much to me....I just wasn't willing

> > to risk his dream...i

> > loved him too much. So I broke it off....and we

> > haven't spoken since. I

> > run into his Aunt all the time....and every time I

> > see her she just hugs me

> > and starts to cry...she just keeps repeating " you

> > were the one...you were

> > the one that my Leonard was supposed to spend

> > his life with....his

> > heart died when the two of you broke up...he is just

> > a shell of a man now...

> > you wouldn't like him now...remember him the way he

> > was when he was with you

> > ..that is how i try to remember him. " Every

> > time...i get the same speech...

> > i'm just glad my husband is so tolerant....i don't

> > think i would handle

> > something like that as well as he does if the shoe

> > were on the other foot.

> >

> >

> >

> > Just thinking about walking into that same

> > gym....with the mats and the

> > crowd...i can feel it just thinking about it...it's

> > like i'm there again...

> > witnessing the murder of my happiness at the hands

> > of nada. The emotions

> > are just all over the place.....i'm still that love

> > struck 17 year old girl.

> > ..but i'm now in touch with nada's sickness and my

> > hatred for her. I wish I

> > had allowed myself to hate her back then. I wish I

> > would have stood up to

> > her manipulation and recognized this sickness. Last

> > night I had a dream

> > that I went to school to pick up my daughter....only

> > i couldn't get in...the

> > doors were locked. I went around back and saw a man

> > standing by the pond...

> > .it was my boyfriend...he was standing there,

> > smiling at me.....but before I

> > could even speak he turned and walked

> > away...disappearing into the woods...

> > fading out like a ghost. Ugggh....I hate her! I

> > hate that she has scarred

> > me like this! I hate that because her HER picking

> > my daughter up from

> > school is so distressing for me. So tonight I will

> > return to the scene of

> > the crime.....I hope I can hold it together.

> >

> > Kisses and Nibbles,

> > Bunny

> >

> >

> >

> > [Non-text portions of this message have been

> > removed]

> >

> >

>

>

>

>

>

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[Guest guest]

Bunny,

I will be praying for you. It was beautiful what you

had while you had it. That is why I write that BPD is

the ultimate of INSANITY. The damage is

incomprehensible.

Love,

Greg.

--- kylaboo728 wrote:

>

> What a terrible thing, Bunny! I agree with

> Recovering Non-BP

> that this can be a healing event. Bring tissues and

> keep them in

> your pocket just in case. But even if there are

> tears, remind

> yourself that you did the best you could in terrible

> circumstances,

> and that God directed you to where He wanted you,

> and that brought

> your daughter here.

>

> You were a child, forced into a decision by an

> overbearing, cruel

> adult. These life events were beyond your control.

> Take it off

> your shoulders.

>

> Take care and good luck,

> Kyla

>

>

>

> >

> > > I just had a very shocking thing happen to me,

> and

> > > I need to vent...so here

> > > goes.

> > >

> > > My oldest daugther is a cheerleader at the same

> high

> > > school i attended. She

> > > told us last night that she is cheering for

> > > wrestling tonight. (Something

> > > new...they usually just cheer for basketball)

> All

> > > of a sudden I became

> > > flooded with emotions and began to sob and shake

> > > uncontrolably. You see..

> > > when I was in high school I had this boyfriend.

> We

> > > dated for 4 years....he

> > > was the captain of the wrestling team and I was

> the

> > > team manager. He was

> > > the love of my life...my prince charming. We

> had so

> > > many happy memories....

> > > most of them revolved around wrestling season.

> He

> > > was such a fabulous

> > > wrestler...the star of the show....always. My

> nada

> > > totally ruined my

> > > relationship with him. Making accusations about

> > > him....saying horrible,

> > > horrible things. He finally got a scholarship

> to

> > > the college he dreamed

> > > about attending. It was such a huge

> > > accomplishment....very early on in our

> > > relationship he had a terrible accident and

> spent

> > > almost a year in shock

> > > trauma. I stayed with him every

> moment...reading to

> > > him, feeding him...

> > > encouraging him to walk and talk. He had to

> learn

> > > all over again. We were

> > > so completely and utterly in love....it was like

> > > from a storybook...complete

> > > with wicked witch. His senior year he won

> > > states....when they delared him

> > > the winner of the match he ran over to where i

> was

> > > sitting picked me up and

> > > carried me back to the center circle where he

> got

> > > down on one knee and

> > > proposed. I was elated....Nada was enraged.

> She

> > > came down off the

> > > bleachers and snatched the ring out of his

> > > hand...she raced out the doors

> > > and threw my engagement ring in the pond behind

> our

> > > school. The next night,

> > > a friend of mine snuck me out of my house and I

> met

> > > my boyfriend at the pond

> > > We exchanged wedding vows...it wasn't a legal

> > > ceremony of course, but it

> > > meant the world to us. After a couple of days

> the

> > > word spread about what

> > > happened and my nada came up with the most

> > > vindictive plot of her entire

> > > life. Either I broke it off with him or she

> would

> > > call the college he had

> > > his scholorship for and tell them that he had

> anger

> > > issues and that he had

> > > beaten and raped me. She convinced me that the

> > > accusation alone would lose

> > > him his scholarship....and I believed her. His

> > > happiness and fulfilling his

> > > dream meant so much to me....I just wasn't

> willing

> > > to risk his dream...i

> > > loved him too much. So I broke it off....and we

> > > haven't spoken since. I

> > > run into his Aunt all the time....and every time

> I

> > > see her she just hugs me

> > > and starts to cry...she just keeps repeating

> " you

> > > were the one...you were

> > > the one that my Leonard was supposed to

> spend

> > > his life with....his

> > > heart died when the two of you broke up...he is

> just

> > > a shell of a man now...

> > > you wouldn't like him now...remember him the way

> he

> > > was when he was with you

> > > ..that is how i try to remember him. " Every

> > > time...i get the same speech...

> > > i'm just glad my husband is so tolerant....i

> don't

> > > think i would handle

> > > something like that as well as he does if the

> shoe

> > > were on the other foot.

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > Just thinking about walking into that same

> > > gym....with the mats and the

> > > crowd...i can feel it just thinking about

> it...it's

> > > like i'm there again...

> > > witnessing the murder of my happiness at the

> hands

> > > of nada. The emotions

> > > are just all over the place.....i'm still that

> love

> > > struck 17 year old girl.

> > > ..but i'm now in touch with nada's sickness and

> my

> > > hatred for her. I wish I

> > > had allowed myself to hate her back then. I

> wish I

> > > would have stood up to

> > > her manipulation and recognized this sickness.

> Last

> > > night I had a dream

> > > that I went to school to pick up my

> daughter....only

> > > i couldn't get in...the

> > > doors were locked. I went around back and saw a

> man

> > > standing by the pond...

> > > .it was my boyfriend...he was standing there,

> > > smiling at me.....but before I

> > > could even speak he turned and walked

> > > away...disappearing into the woods...

> > > fading out like a ghost. Ugggh....I hate her!

> I

> > > hate that she has scarred

> > > me like this! I hate that because her HER

> picking

> > > my daughter up from

>

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