LOL!
Oh, well, I dunno about ironic. It took years of therapy, anti-depressants and me having the world's most amazing friends to get me to a place where I could see things for what they really were. Took me even longer to get to like the person I saw in the mirror.
And the friends...wow, you have no idea. the folks pulled me from my beloved public school and forced me to attend a very ritzy Catholic school where, shockingly enough 🙄 the kids there were into even heavier stuff. I remember these twins, Mary and Beth that I would surf with. they, like all the rest of the group never made a big deal of me being "straight." I simply told them, "Sorry, not my scene." They accepted me completely. One night, my father's wife was going thru my pockets (I had no privacy) and she found a note one of them had written about the weekend's plans. She promptly called their parents and busted them. It was over the weekend and I remember dreading that Monday's long corridor walk and the way they would certainly beat the crap out of me. guess what they did? They ran up and HUGGED me! (Now THAT's a friend!)
They kept asking me over and over, was I ok? (I'd been grounded) Their parents were too busy jetsetting off for a ski weekend in Switzerland to be bothered with such trivial things as a pot party. So basically my stepmother humiliated me for nothing. 🙄
Now THAT'S ironic.
And they wonder why I don't return their calls...
XOXO
Oh, well, I dunno about ironic. It took years of therapy, anti-depressants and me having the world's most amazing friends to get me to a place where I could see things for what they really were. Took me even longer to get to like the person I saw in the mirror.
And the friends...wow, you have no idea. the folks pulled me from my beloved public school and forced me to attend a very ritzy Catholic school where, shockingly enough 🙄 the kids there were into even heavier stuff. I remember these twins, Mary and Beth that I would surf with. they, like all the rest of the group never made a big deal of me being "straight." I simply told them, "Sorry, not my scene." They accepted me completely. One night, my father's wife was going thru my pockets (I had no privacy) and she found a note one of them had written about the weekend's plans. She promptly called their parents and busted them. It was over the weekend and I remember dreading that Monday's long corridor walk and the way they would certainly beat the crap out of me. guess what they did? They ran up and HUGGED me! (Now THAT's a friend!)
They kept asking me over and over, was I ok? (I'd been grounded) Their parents were too busy jetsetting off for a ski weekend in Switzerland to be bothered with such trivial things as a pot party. So basically my stepmother humiliated me for nothing. 🙄
Now THAT'S ironic.
And they wonder why I don't return their calls...
XOXO

I am definitely thankful for the friends I have made here as well 




