(April 7, 2014 at 1:34 am)Losty Wrote: That you nearly tell a loved one to go fuck themself?
My aunt sent me a long list of text messages. She informed me the reason I suffered in my marriage (I am divorced from an extremely abusive marriage) is because my faith was not strong enough. I was essentially not good enough for god to be able to save me. But that doesn't mean give up. That means try harder to be the woman god desires me to be.
I typed a response about her getting fucked in the ass by god. But I deleted it along with her messages.
It's so pathetic to believe in an all knowing all powerful god who hides from you and then punishes you for not being able to see him clearly.
Ugh
I had almost the opposite experience. While at Uni, I (briefly) dated a Senegalese girl. I brought her home one week-end. Mum and Da made her welcome, there wasn't anything uncomfortable - until my Uncle Nick showed up. Once he got it through his thick, bog-trotter's skull that this girl and I were a couple, he began ranting about mixing races, God's will, not 'lying down with beasts' (meaning my girlfriend), and so forth.
I remember Da bellowing something about Uncle Nick not standing in Da's house and insulting a guest (at 6'7" and nearly 20 stone, Da could bellow with the best of them). I was prepared to clean my uncle's clock for him, my girl was crying, Mum was trying to keep my father from committing murder.
When the decibel level dropped a bit, Nick looked at me and said, 'You've got what you deserve.' I shoved him as my girl and I went out, told him I hoped he died alone and friendless and that I'd never speak to him again.
That was 23 years ago, and I haven't seen or spoken to him since.
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax