July 15, 2010 12:37 AM BST
Julia, hon--
We must all find our own path. Your path converged here for a time; you have made friends here I am sure. I wish you all the very best as your journey takes you elsewhere. Feel free to come back any time...you have a place here, and you will be missed.
Always remember, luvs--
All of our respective journeys brought us here at one point or another. Some of us come and leave quickly, for whatever reason. A few have been removed, as what they wanted and what we have to offer did not mesh well. Others come, stay a time, and then move on and we remember them fondly. And still others come, make a home here, and plant deep roots.
Take a moment and meditate on this thought: we all are in a journey of discovering who we are as women, and what we need may not always be in this place.
The joy of this journey, however, is that we make it not alone but with new friends to share the experience with. We enjoy the company of those who remain here, and miss those who move on...whatever the reason.
luv 'n hugs,
Mina
July 14, 2010 7:14 PM BST
Hi Julia,
I'm afraid I don't get it.
Boiling down your posts here and to the Short Memories thread: Somebody (unnamed) here either lied about their past or maybe contradicted something they posted earlier (it's hard to tell which.) So you've decided to stop posting here. I'll bet everyone here has "embellished" a story at one time or another, so what? Sometimes it just makes a better story, sometimes it's just been retold so many times the teller believes the embellishments are the truth, and sometimes it's just a lie.
Sounds like you've had a rough life. So have others. You mention Catholic school. I was forced to go to them, as well, for 11 years. I was regularly beaten by the teachers/Clergy and by my fellow students. I didn't fit in there and everyone knew it. (From what's come out in the news the last few years, I was lucky to only have been beaten. I wasn't a very pretty kid, guess that saved me.)
I was never in prison, though I certainly should have been based on some (many) of the things I did in my youth. Dumb luck.
Again, I don't get it. You've had a rough life and somebody lied. Okay, so why are you really leaving?
Melody