Lily Rose
Beloved Grand Eagle
Being a writer and story-crafter by nature, it seemed like I should be able to 'imagine' a new storyline for myself that would work. Yet, eventually, the stories I tried would die from lack of 'logic' and too much complication.
Just over a week ago, after viewing the very cute movie "The Duff", I felt an idea stirring. The movie itself wasn't particularly relevant to me, as I never was in that kind of situation, but her attitude was relevant. And her courage.
I chose to start just before 'the man' came into my life. The premise of the story was my death 'now', but I am sent back, knowing everything I have learned in my life. And thus the story began. Hours and hours and hours, have been involved.
The details are far too involved to relate here (though I have considered writing this as a story!). Suffice to say, 'the man' became a real father-figure. My actions, my words, my LOVE ... preempted the behaviors that 'in real life' destroyed me. He became my friend, my teacher, my protector. He was still an alcoholic, but he did not drink.
It wasn't an easy story, by any means. I dredged up so many things so that I could catch them before they could happen. It involved relationships with my biological father, as well as other family members.
As of two days ago, I have come to love him. Deeply. So much, that when there was a 'like' on one of my posts about what he did to me, I read the post and considered deleting it. I felt far away from it.
My new story, my dream story ... my monster becomes my hero. In another reality, it could have happened just this way.
Will this feeling last? I cannot answer that. I can only say that at this moment, I am filled with such warmth and peacefulness. And since Now is all that matters, all is good ^_^
.... with Love, Gratitude, and a deep sense of Whimsy
Just over a week ago, after viewing the very cute movie "The Duff", I felt an idea stirring. The movie itself wasn't particularly relevant to me, as I never was in that kind of situation, but her attitude was relevant. And her courage.
I chose to start just before 'the man' came into my life. The premise of the story was my death 'now', but I am sent back, knowing everything I have learned in my life. And thus the story began. Hours and hours and hours, have been involved.
The details are far too involved to relate here (though I have considered writing this as a story!). Suffice to say, 'the man' became a real father-figure. My actions, my words, my LOVE ... preempted the behaviors that 'in real life' destroyed me. He became my friend, my teacher, my protector. He was still an alcoholic, but he did not drink.
It wasn't an easy story, by any means. I dredged up so many things so that I could catch them before they could happen. It involved relationships with my biological father, as well as other family members.
As of two days ago, I have come to love him. Deeply. So much, that when there was a 'like' on one of my posts about what he did to me, I read the post and considered deleting it. I felt far away from it.
My new story, my dream story ... my monster becomes my hero. In another reality, it could have happened just this way.
Will this feeling last? I cannot answer that. I can only say that at this moment, I am filled with such warmth and peacefulness. And since Now is all that matters, all is good ^_^
.... with Love, Gratitude, and a deep sense of Whimsy