No Ordinary Love
As long as I can remember people who were closest to me treated me the worst. Starting with my mother. We were physically, mentally and emotionally abused. And I married 3 times and had 2 serious relationships that were also abusive. The smart people have told me that it was what I knew.
And honestly, I thought all families were like that behind closed doors.
Around the age of 6 or 7, I started going to my friends' houses meeting their families and seeing a whole new world. I was mystified! It was amazing to me to see people being gentle and kind with each other.
My grandparents were good people. Sure, I saw them argue... usually they were mad about my mother. I'll never forget one of the nights we were staying at my grandparents and my grandmother put my sister and I in the tub and she saw all those raw marks and bruises. I remember seeing the tears well up in her eyes, I remember thinking... 'why cry now? You should have been there when it was happening, now that was the time to cry!' ...
I remember hearing her wailing to my grandfather, screaming about her own daughter... "That woman needs to be locked up!" I remember when CPS was new and they called to let my mother know they were coming, and how my mother drilled us on what lies we were to tell. I told them I fell in the wood pile. They believed me and left.
But this is not my point. I just want you to know that this was my mother's love.
I was in the 2nd grade the first time a boy asked me to meet him after school behind the school, and he kissed me right on the mouth! I didn't know what it meant, but it felt good!
I was 13 when I first fell in love and he loved me back... but that's not the subject of this blog. It does have its own story which one day I will piece it together, but for now it was just the start of many... but there was never one like that first one.
I've probably been through 100 men. Which means that I am well experienced! So, believe me when I tell you to always encourage the kids to hold on to the LOVE OF THEIR YOUTH! It is a precious and wonderful thing, something that is very rare in life. And very seldom comes again. I believe that sometimes it does come again. It's something I pray for. Because it's something that I threw away many years ago. And wow was I messed up believing that abuse was love.
It baffles my brain.
Most of my life was filled with regrets and longing for a peaceful loving relationship. Something I've never known. And I still today, cry and dream of something better in my life. I don't know what will be for me, but I have a home and job security probably for the rest of my life. And I have a GOD who has always led me into the way that is good.
To recognize the good love that is so alive in the world! I see it with my own eyes!
For other people.
So, I wanted to come in here to post a poem that I wrote in the late 90's because even back then I saw truth. And I am still looking for real love. Will I find it? I don't know, but if I don't ... remember always my words... Hang on to the LOVE and treat people well! Because not everyone gets it.
One Love
I think about you all the time
I just can't get you off my mind
Next year I wonder where we'll be
And if you'll still be there for me
I want to tell you that I love you so
And that my love for you will grow
But the only love I've ever known
Was a love full of pain, cruel and cold
But to feel your touch is all I need
To send me falling fast and free
I'll pull you close inside of me
You'll see the place you want to be
So won't you please just take my hand
We'll walk together across this land
Alone together we'll always be
To prove that LOVE is good for me.
Thank you for reading! You make my life worthwhile!
GOD Bless US Everyone IJCNA

