Freedom

Freedom can only be described by the people who have felt it. It comes in many ways. You can be freed from a person, people, or even a thing. Some people are so privileged to never have the need to want freedom. They just have it.

I knew freedom once I left my ex religion.

My girlfriend is going to know freedom once she moves out of her family’s house.

Even though her father was just recently baptized as a Jehovah witness, he doesn’t bring much charm in representing the religion.

He’s very manly. He’s one of the most macho of men you will find. I mean the dude has a mustache, need I say more? He has a strict rule that she can’t be out after 8pm. “His house his rules” type of shit. Which I respect, sure it’s your house, don’t agree with your rules, but there’s not much I can do if it’s your house. He also found out that we’re back together. If he didn’t like me before when I was in the religion, he for sure doesn’t like me now that I’ve left.

When she told her father that she was moving out and she found a nice studio apartment she could afford, he flipped his lid, he had a cow, he was mad.

He said, “you just want to move out so you can be with him!”

Um, no duh you dumb rat. Obviously if she lives there and she can’t do the things she wants to she’s going to leave. Why don’t parents understand this? Yes love your kids, yes by all means protect them. But once they are of age, once they are allowed to make their own decisions, and as long as it’s nothing against the law or damaging anyone, why not let them do what they desire to do? It’s their life.

To add on, or make this story more juicy than it already is, he told her that even though she’s going to have her own place, she was still not going to be allowed to see me.

That’s odd. He thinks he has control over her even when she isn’t living there with him? What type of logic is behind this? Somebody explain.

I was talking to a friend yesterday about this and she said that he probably meant that because she’s still in the religion and I am not, that there was no way our relationship would work. Many people would be against it. I know, we’ve talked about it. We have a mutual respect her and I. Don’t ask me to go and I won’t ask you to leave. It’s been working great for the past month. I don’t have trouble with it and she doesn’t either. I know problems can arise later on, but there is no perfect relationship. I’m not looking for one either. Plus, I’m always one to resolve issues when others want them resolved.

Her mother called my mom today telling her that her husband is not going to help her daughter financially in any way if she ever asks for it.

It’s nice to see the Christian love of this family isn’t it?

Of course my mom being the badass savage mother that she is (love her) told her that she didn’t have to listen to everything her crazy ass husband said. (Not in those words specifically but you know). She told my mother that either way she was going to help her daughter with anything she could regardless of what her husband said. My mom agreed and said she would to. Her being my girlfriend of course I am as well.

I’m excited for her to move. I’m excited to spend more time with her. I’m excited for us to be able to go out, with out her always having to check her phone getting anxious about getting home in time. I’m excited to be around her more often. I’m excited to go on cute dates with her. I’m excited to make her fall in love with me. I’m excited to fall in love with her.

48 Hours 

             In the past 48 hours I have cried, laughed, and puked my guts out. It’s been really difficult. I never thought it would be this hard. I can only imagine what my mother must be feeling. This is at the same time devastating but at the same time it’s good that it has happened. 

             We woke up yesterday more nervous than I had ever been in my life. I almost had to talk myself into believing that what was going on was actually a reality and not just another fucked up screwed up dream. I kept thinking to myself, maybe this isn’t what’s supposed to happen. And it’s not. No one should ever go through this, and I’m sorry if you have. I understand and I feel your pain. I, myself, had never felt anything like this before. 


             Watching my mom lay on the hospital bed crushed my soul. I felt scratching and tearing in my throat like a bear clawing it’s way out of it’s cave from hibernation. Like a big ball of fire. I wanted to push all the nurses away and yell at them that what they were doing was wrong, she couldn’t go through this. 


            Once she was given something to relax she felt better. If only I would have been givin something similar. She was so relaxed because she even fell asleep. But she was still in a state of consciousness, because when I saw her like that so peaceful and sound asleep, I started to cry, and she said, “it’s going to be ok”. Which made me cry even harder. 

            How could something like this happen to a person like her? How could this happen to anyone?  She didn’t deserve to pass though this. No one actually does. It’s so humiliating. But the nurses and the doctor were so kind which made verything feel way better. But I couldn’t hold it in any longer. All the tears came flying out like bullets patiently awaiting to be propelled by the pull of the trigger.

              I was with her for about three hours before she had to go into the surgery. I didn’t want to leave her side. I almost ran back and asked if they were sure we weren’t dreaming. Maybe it had been a mistake? But it was real, and it felt so real. It’s still does. Because it is. Once I stepped out to the lobby I saw all our friends there. 

             If I would have stayed there I would have cried to death in front of them, and I had to be strong for my brother, and also for me. So I went outside. Got some food and came back to thank them once I had gotten it all together. Their heart warming words almost tore me apart. They were nice but they kept reminding me how unfair life was. 

            Then, about two hours later, I got called that she had come out and everything was fine. I almost ran to the recovery room. The nurses that were there were also very supportive. Reassuring me that everything turned out great and she was going to be fine. I told everyone else and they were happy to hear that just as I. 

            They took her to her room. Where we sat together for an hour before she decided she was ready for visits. Then they came, brought her a nice card, and some roses. I thought that was really thoughtful. But it’s what you always do right? I just wasn’t waiting for it. 



           We told the nurse if we could stay, my brother, my friend (Gabriel), and his aunt, who is out neighbor over night. The nurse said it would be a problem. The night gave us more highs and lows. I couldn’t stand seeing my mom in pain and not being able to do anything. The nurse was very kind and was always asking if she needed more medicine. 

             Once we got through the night she felt better in the morning. We went out to eat around 8 AM. When we came back I had a killer migraine. Then I started feeling nausea. I had eaten a salad. But soon it had came back shooting straight back out. Went to a pharmacy next door to get pain pills and they worked for the headache but I still puked some later on. . 

             She was released around 2:30pm today. The drive back was excruciating because every little bump in the road was like hell for her. Once she was settled in her bed, I took Gabriel home and headed for her pills. I had to wait an hour but I got the chance to buy her hand sanitizer and a neck pillow. Also a cute little stuffed dog. 


            Now, we are on the road to recovery. I’m glad the surgery is over but I hate seeing my mom like this. She is a strong, independent, caring, innocent, loving, kind, warmhearted woman who has done the impossible to raise me and my brother. She will get through this. She will get better, and she will be better. Because she is my mom. And I know she can do the impossible.