I had a friend a few years ago, I don't know really know what happen to her but she told me this story.. I felt so bad for her, her childhood was pretty much destroyed because one person didn't agree with her preference.
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When I was younger, I had this cousin I was really close to. We spent almost every weekend together at her or my house. We had grown up together. Unlike her, I was bigger. I knew more things about the world. Like you said, we see things truthfully while others live blissfully unaware.. One day, I finally worked up the courage to tell her. I was so stupid to think that she would accept that in me. You know what I told her, Yanna? I told her I was bisexual. It wasn't true.. I was lesbian but I didn't want her to totally freak out..
So when I told her, i was expecting a "oh that's okay". I don't know if it was her mom or actually her but she called me a freak and said that it was weird I liked girls. She didn't talk to me after that. I called her house, asking for her. I called her house, her mother picked up, she said the same thing and that she never wanted me to call again.. I cried for weeks.. I was so depressed.
My child hood friend, the one person I could depend on, the ONE person I trusted with all my life, had cast me aside because I said something. I was so hurt, Yanna. I couldn't get out of bed, my parents were furious at her and her mother. My sister called her and they got in a fight. We didn't talk from then on. I was ruined..
A few months later, someone in our family passed away. Of course, she was there with her parents. I was in charge of passing out the little tributes.. When she came through the door, her mom grabbed her arm and pulled her the opposite way while er step-dad glared at me and snatched the papers out of my hand. I cried that day, not because someone had died but because of the harsh treatment they gave me.
We were going in the family-line thing we do to sit. Her mother skipped a whole row just so she wouldn't have to sit with us.. Do you know how badly that hurt? After that, I stopped telling anyone.. I would hardly eat, talk, or even move. I would lock myself in my bed room and just lay in bed.
There were so many things I wish she had been there for in my life. My grandma passing away, moving, growing up those years. I think if I hadn't told her, I would have been happier than I am today. We could have planned college together, continued sleeping over, everything..
But the really ******** up thing of it is.. She kissed me when I was asleep. I would sleep in her house, in her bed and she would kiss me yet I was the freak. I don't understand it.. A couple of years ago at a family get together, we met again. She asked me if she could talk with me. I was happy but then I realized.. all those years apart and those things that happened between us.. we would never be friends again. We were too different, too grown apart. I was too mature, too.. smart.
She told me, "It's okay now. I have other friends who are bisexual." I wanted to punch her in the face. I wanted to scream at her, cry and yell at how much pain she caused me. She did SO much to me yet I forgave her. We exchanged numbers, she invited me to a s**t-tastic site she had made with friends but.. it wasn't the same. I don't think she wanted to know me anymore. I don't think I wanted to know her either.. Eventually we stopped talking after a few days. I went back to my life, forgot about her.
My sister had someone to grow up with, our cousin Jennifer. She's happy and stupid. My cousin and I are different. Too different.. So Yanna, you might think the world is horrible but.. you have no idea how early it started for me. When did you realize it? Late middle school? I went through that s**t before I was even 9.
So when I told her, i was expecting a "oh that's okay". I don't know if it was her mom or actually her but she called me a freak and said that it was weird I liked girls. She didn't talk to me after that. I called her house, asking for her. I called her house, her mother picked up, she said the same thing and that she never wanted me to call again.. I cried for weeks.. I was so depressed.
My child hood friend, the one person I could depend on, the ONE person I trusted with all my life, had cast me aside because I said something. I was so hurt, Yanna. I couldn't get out of bed, my parents were furious at her and her mother. My sister called her and they got in a fight. We didn't talk from then on. I was ruined..
A few months later, someone in our family passed away. Of course, she was there with her parents. I was in charge of passing out the little tributes.. When she came through the door, her mom grabbed her arm and pulled her the opposite way while er step-dad glared at me and snatched the papers out of my hand. I cried that day, not because someone had died but because of the harsh treatment they gave me.
We were going in the family-line thing we do to sit. Her mother skipped a whole row just so she wouldn't have to sit with us.. Do you know how badly that hurt? After that, I stopped telling anyone.. I would hardly eat, talk, or even move. I would lock myself in my bed room and just lay in bed.
There were so many things I wish she had been there for in my life. My grandma passing away, moving, growing up those years. I think if I hadn't told her, I would have been happier than I am today. We could have planned college together, continued sleeping over, everything..
But the really ******** up thing of it is.. She kissed me when I was asleep. I would sleep in her house, in her bed and she would kiss me yet I was the freak. I don't understand it.. A couple of years ago at a family get together, we met again. She asked me if she could talk with me. I was happy but then I realized.. all those years apart and those things that happened between us.. we would never be friends again. We were too different, too grown apart. I was too mature, too.. smart.
She told me, "It's okay now. I have other friends who are bisexual." I wanted to punch her in the face. I wanted to scream at her, cry and yell at how much pain she caused me. She did SO much to me yet I forgave her. We exchanged numbers, she invited me to a s**t-tastic site she had made with friends but.. it wasn't the same. I don't think she wanted to know me anymore. I don't think I wanted to know her either.. Eventually we stopped talking after a few days. I went back to my life, forgot about her.
My sister had someone to grow up with, our cousin Jennifer. She's happy and stupid. My cousin and I are different. Too different.. So Yanna, you might think the world is horrible but.. you have no idea how early it started for me. When did you realize it? Late middle school? I went through that s**t before I was even 9.
That's how ******** up the world is. She lost her best friend, her cousin, the only person she trusted because of some parent who didn't like her. Maybe some people would say "s**t happens" but s**t like that isn't supposed to happen to someone who's barely out of elementary school. No one should have to go through that so young.
