I've thought about writing my story for a long time now. Some people have encouraged me to. But, I always worry about who might read it, will they be offended, shocked or hurt by it. Then I think of those it might help, inspire, and give comfort to. It's been a long time coming and it's time for me to share my story. If to only free myself. But hoping to free others as well.
I met John in Sunday School, we were only seven. He was very shy and quiet always in the background. I was shy too. But my family was very well known which made me seem popular. I'm not sure if everyone knowing your name actually made you popular. If so I was more popular with adults. We didn't actually become friends until we were in High School and started carpooling to Seminary and School. His mom was single and was only able to drive early in the morning. So the rest of us drove back and forth to school. I imagine he missed out on a lot of things having a single mother with no support from his dead beat father. I think he didn't know better. I really don't know actually. I know he definitely spent a lot of time alone without adult supervision. He was really socially awkward and difficult to get to know. It wasn't until we were alone in the car that I started to break his shell. Turns out he was really fun. We began to run around the same crowd, again he was always the quiet one. My senior year we became really good friends while I dated one of his closest friends. They both ended up going on missions and I wrote both of them. He was the last to leave out of our group, which meant he was the last one home. By the time he returned I was close to being engaged. Instead of being engaged, we broke it off right before Christmas, when he moved away to be with his family. I was devastated and lost. As always, I ran to John for comfort. He was always a soft and safe place to fall. He was lonely too, his best friend had moved away. We found comfort and friendship in one another. The next week we attended a dance for New Years Eve. I found myself enjoying
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