Monday Morning Question
What is something we don't know about you? (Question from Val)
I hate answering this question. If I wanted you to know I would have already told you! But since I promised to answer questions honestly when I asked for y'all's submissions, I had better answer this question!
The thing you don't know about me is that I was married when I was 22 (that's 20 years ago!) to somebody who beat me. I had to get away and get divorced. Then I got an anullment through the Catholic Church. So there you have my little secret, lol.
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Krissy although you told me some time ago, it must be hard dredging up your past on here. At least you have now found your man, someone who loves you and will always treat you with kindness. Hope John's results come through quicker than anticipated and everything is okay. Praying for you both.
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Sorry to read that Krissy but you have a wonderful man now.xxxx
ReplyDeleteI once wanted to be a school teacher, a singer, an ice skater, an artist, and most recently a meteorologist. I also would enjoy being a maid. I've always thought if all else fails I can do that. I love to see things go from messy to clean. I could work by myself and it would be a game to see how fast I could get it done.
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I once wanted to be a nurse, but ended up a lab tech instead. That is mine! Have a good one! Joyce
ReplyDeletemy blood group is A rh Positive, I am a qualified nurse though not practicing nowadays, I danced in Albert hall in london many years ago in a competition :).....Jules xxx
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Wow - I don't know what I haven't told in my journal! I try to be an open book - lets see . . .hee's one - I hate roller coasters! They scare me so bad I think my heart will stop. Spiders scare me, too. Blessings, Penny
ReplyDeletegood for you . i 'm glad you got away. It must have been horrible.
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I will put my special talents...I can roll my eyeballs, put my left leg behind my head, quack like a duck, flare my neck like a frog or lizard, pull my thumb to my arm, walk on my knees and play music on my neck with my fingers...there you go, Krissy! lol Oh, and I can find four-leaf clovers wherever I go!! Take care, my loverly! xox
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Hello I did recieve your e-mail, and wanted to write in to you that you might know I stopped by. An interesting thing you have going on here indeed, and I am sure I will be back to see it progress. Take Care, and have a nice night.
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Well... I'm late as usual, but it was only because I didn't want to think of anything to tell.. (honesty there). I guess mine would be that I have three children.. I don't talk about the other too, as they do not live with me I do see them.. but they just aren't living here. So there you have it.
ReplyDeleteTHREE KIDS! YIKES :)
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Sorry I am late, all behind with journal reading. Okay, here goes. When my dad died my siblings, 4 brothers and a sister, all younger than me, became very obsessed over dad's belongings and money. They went ahead and arranged the funeral without consulting me. The final insult came, when they didn't bother to tell me when it was. So I rang my sister a few days later, to ask about funeral arrangements. Flowers had been ordered in my name apparently. I came off that phone crying. My sister told me she had found, before dad died, a package adressed to me. It was sealed, signed and dated, by my dad. Apparently it contained jewellery my dutch grandparents had left me, but my sister claimed it and to this day I have never sign any of it. That hurt. I would have shared it around the family anyway, although it was rightfully mine. My siblings were so busy being greedy, they shut me out completely, as they knew I wouldn't stop them but couldn't act in that way. Hubby was very ill at the time and it all took its toll. I had to attend the funeral on my own and my family virtually ignored me. I came away from the church and drove home. How I managed that lonely journey all the way back to where I live, I will never know. Halfway home I came to a crossroads and just stood there, with the engine idling. I felt i couldn't cross that road. How long I sat there I don't know. Eventually arrived home, to be met by a friend who realised I was suffering a complete breakdown. To cut an even longer story short, my family are my friends again and all is forgiven.
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Sorry I am late, all behind with journal reading. Okay, here goes. When my dad died my siblings, 4 brothers and a sister, all younger than me, became very obsessed over dad's belongings and money. They went ahead and arranged the funeral without consulting me. The final insult came, when they didn't bother to tell me when it was. So I rang my sister a few days later, to ask about funeral arrangements. Flowers had been ordered in my name apparently. I came off that phone crying. My sister told me she had found, before dad died, a package adressed to me. It was sealed, signed and dated, by my dad. Apparently it contained jewellery my dutch grandparents had left me, but my sister claimed it and to this day I have never sign any of it. That hurt. I would have shared it around the family anyway, although it was rightfully mine. My siblings were so busy being greedy, they shut me out completely, as they knew I wouldn't stop them but couldn't act in that way. Hubby was very ill at the time and it all took its toll. I had to attend the funeral on my own and my family virtually ignored me. I came away from the church and drove home. How I managed that lonely journey all the way back to where I live, I will never know. Halfway home I came to a crossroads and just stood there, with the engine idling. I felt i couldn't cross that road. How long I sat there I don't know. Eventually arrived home, to be met by a friend who realised i was suffering a complete breakdown. To cut an even longer story short, my family are my friends again and all is forgiven.
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Hope you are having a great week with hubby!!
Linda
I think you were very smart/intelligent to get out of the situation. Many of us don't and we live with it and the damage isn't always physical. I guess what very few people know is that my ex was mostly menatally abusive (OK that they know) but, he too was also phsyically abusive. I tried not to talk about that. Luckily we both found GOOD LOVING men. We are such blessed women now. :-)
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