Retroactive emancipation is perfect because it happens by law at 16. That’s when i ran away from home. They left me at the house in NJ alone when they went on a two week hiking trip in New England. My brother took the station wagon and went to his girlfriend’s house and i hadnt gotten my license yet anyway.
I called in sick to the Italian restaurant where my mother had gotten me a waitressing job. The owner and manager was coming on to me. Actually i called in and told him my cat was sick. Then, as i remember, i waited for them to come home and then i ran away early in the morning, leaving an elegantly written note. I had keft notes all over the place saying “HELP” in large letters in my personal, secret code from childhood that could be fairtly easily deciphered. When i came back my mother pointed at one of them but didn’t say anything. She sent me on vacation to the lake on my own, where i started writing my college application, a pholophical examination about running away. It got me in everywhere i applied.
So right now im looking at this and thinking, oh my God, i never looked back. I have never since then, at 16, until now age 56, stopped for a moment to take breath.
Oh my God. If only it hadnt been for the abortions.
Ive lost the moment in my mind through a distraction. I hate this problem.
So i went uo to school. I was traumatized by being picked up by a driver in a van who pulled out his member and told me “play with it.” Oh Gid this is where it gets suck. I told my father about it. His reaction? Was to try something on me himself. What a LOSER
THANK GOD for my husband, my son, and my marriage. SOMEHOW everything came out right side up.
Allelujah!
GOD IS GOOD!
Thank GOD for this blog.
Un.Bon.Mot 