Bad anniversary
Today marks the 18th anniversary of the car accident that killed my grandparents...
My grandparents practically raised me, because my mom worked so much. They were my only example of unconditional love. When they were killed, I lost my only safe place on earth...
You know how in every grade in school there is one person that gets picked on by everyone?? That was me. Everyone thought I was fat... and got me to believe it, although I now look at pics of me then and I can't believe they talked me into thinking that...
I hated other kids... in high school even, I would carry ALL my books for EVERY class just so I wouldn't have to go back to the lockers, because all the kids hung out in those halls between classes... If I did pass someone in the hall, I would look down, because if I looked at someone and they caught my eye, they would have some hateful remark...
And yes, I did have friends... and there were quite a few people that didn't riddicule me, (they just ignored me) but in a small high school (total of 100 students in all 4 grades when I graduated) it is a big deal...
My grandparents loved me completely, for who I was... never tried to change me, as my mother always did... never told me I was never good at anything, like my mother did... never yelled at me, like my mother did...
Just loved me.
I still miss them terribly.... I still talk to my grandmother all the time... and I sometimes think I feel her presence with me...
I can't believe it's been 18 years....
My grandparents practically raised me, because my mom worked so much. They were my only example of unconditional love. When they were killed, I lost my only safe place on earth...
You know how in every grade in school there is one person that gets picked on by everyone?? That was me. Everyone thought I was fat... and got me to believe it, although I now look at pics of me then and I can't believe they talked me into thinking that...
I hated other kids... in high school even, I would carry ALL my books for EVERY class just so I wouldn't have to go back to the lockers, because all the kids hung out in those halls between classes... If I did pass someone in the hall, I would look down, because if I looked at someone and they caught my eye, they would have some hateful remark...
And yes, I did have friends... and there were quite a few people that didn't riddicule me, (they just ignored me) but in a small high school (total of 100 students in all 4 grades when I graduated) it is a big deal...
My grandparents loved me completely, for who I was... never tried to change me, as my mother always did... never told me I was never good at anything, like my mother did... never yelled at me, like my mother did...
Just loved me.
I still miss them terribly.... I still talk to my grandmother all the time... and I sometimes think I feel her presence with me...
I can't believe it's been 18 years....
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