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02-28-2009, 06:14 PM
There are people who hate me. I would say that there evil but it doesn't seem to explain them correctly.
They are Christians. The kind who on the outside, love Jesus and want to help people. They donate to their churches causes and charity benefits.
But because there religion dictates that they can not hate people, have issues with one another or even let out frustration in a productive manor {if they do, they go to hell} there insides have become rotten. Maggots and worms have distorted and ripped apart their souls.
I date their son who is atheist and 20 years old {I’m 22}. He kept this fact away from his parents {atheist not 20} and when the issue of him spending the night at my place came up, they flipped out on him. Made us miss the Nine Inch Nails concert {freaking tickets cost to much}, so they could bitch at him about how having sex out of marriage is not the way of Jesus and such. His answer was simply that he was atheist.
This got blamed on me. He told them it wasn't me. But, form that point fourth; I became the reason for every little thing in my boyfriend’s life that sucked, according to them. They are convinced that I treat him badly because I am not Christian. They are also convinced that because I refuse to associate with them, that I am hiding something.
My boyfriend has since moved in with me. But that doesn’t change the insane mother calling him 30 times during class if he doesn't pick up. Or his brother staring at us form the other side of the classroom in an insane manor.
My boyfriend is unlike his family in so many ways its not funny. Its as if he not even related to them. Instead of arrogant, over fed, belligerent hicks, he’s calm and geeky and sweet. He’s more emotional and cuddly then me.
I have considered breaking up with him in the past to get away from his insane, rabid family, but I cant. I love him too much. I'm pretty sure he's my soul mate.
So now that you know the overly dramatic back-story, here’s the problem:
It's wearing me down that these people hate me. Toughening up and just shoving this off is not working, and it hurts me to hate people. Just forgetting doesn’t work because something just reminds me.
I need to logically break this down in a clear manor so I can look at the pieces and put it back together differently so I wont care. I dont even know were to start. Can someone see from the outside in and give me a direction?
Or if anyone has any magickal ideas, im all for it.
Sigils for "I don't care what Dylan's family does" don't work for very long.
They are Christians. The kind who on the outside, love Jesus and want to help people. They donate to their churches causes and charity benefits.
But because there religion dictates that they can not hate people, have issues with one another or even let out frustration in a productive manor {if they do, they go to hell} there insides have become rotten. Maggots and worms have distorted and ripped apart their souls.
I date their son who is atheist and 20 years old {I’m 22}. He kept this fact away from his parents {atheist not 20} and when the issue of him spending the night at my place came up, they flipped out on him. Made us miss the Nine Inch Nails concert {freaking tickets cost to much}, so they could bitch at him about how having sex out of marriage is not the way of Jesus and such. His answer was simply that he was atheist.
This got blamed on me. He told them it wasn't me. But, form that point fourth; I became the reason for every little thing in my boyfriend’s life that sucked, according to them. They are convinced that I treat him badly because I am not Christian. They are also convinced that because I refuse to associate with them, that I am hiding something.
My boyfriend has since moved in with me. But that doesn’t change the insane mother calling him 30 times during class if he doesn't pick up. Or his brother staring at us form the other side of the classroom in an insane manor.
My boyfriend is unlike his family in so many ways its not funny. Its as if he not even related to them. Instead of arrogant, over fed, belligerent hicks, he’s calm and geeky and sweet. He’s more emotional and cuddly then me.
I have considered breaking up with him in the past to get away from his insane, rabid family, but I cant. I love him too much. I'm pretty sure he's my soul mate.
So now that you know the overly dramatic back-story, here’s the problem:
It's wearing me down that these people hate me. Toughening up and just shoving this off is not working, and it hurts me to hate people. Just forgetting doesn’t work because something just reminds me.
I need to logically break this down in a clear manor so I can look at the pieces and put it back together differently so I wont care. I dont even know were to start. Can someone see from the outside in and give me a direction?
Or if anyone has any magickal ideas, im all for it.
Sigils for "I don't care what Dylan's family does" don't work for very long.