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2012 - Winter - Desperate Ends Entry

Desperate....A Blog.... - 1. Chapter 1

Desperate…. A Blog….

 

I don’t know if this is desperation or jealousy.

I read a blog on a writing site. Nothing much, you might say. But it moved me, and triggered thoughts I never imagined would ever enter my head. The writer wrote about her father’s demise, his last words, what they meant to her then, and, how she remembers them now.

Looking back on my own past, I can’t remember one meaningful word my mother said to me. All I remember is the pain, abuse and neglect. Yeah, you’ve heard it all before. This isn’t about woe-is-me, it’s about trying to recall something she said that had any meaning to carry forward in my life.

One should learn lessons on the path to growing up. To becoming a man.

I was aided to read and write; lessons right? I taught myself to cook and through trial and error burnt the food or undercooked the meals. I suffered burnt hands and fingers too. Lessons.

Animals? They were easy. They required food, clean water, a change of bedding every day, and the odd check-up. Learning the different breeds of pigs and sheep, now that was harder, but I was a sponge for knowledge. It all comes back to lessons.

I developed daily rituals and habits to get me through each day. I have retained many of these. Some have changed. Some have disappeared completely.

Well, who would believe it? I’ve just thought of something good my mother passed on to me. She gave me financial security, but only after she had departed. Before that, I wore rags. Hand-me-downs. Always told every penny counted. I believed we were as poor as the proverbial church mouse. In fact, we were comfortable. After she’d gone, I had to attend to everything financial and official. I didn’t have a clue how to deal with it. That’s where the bank played an important part. A business account. An accountant. All he wanted from me was what money came in and what money went out. Shoving the whole lot in an envelope each month, now that was easy.

Two years have passed since she died. I don’t miss her at all. I have learned who my father is, and what a shocker that was. For a few months I experienced denial. Denied his existence. It couldn’t be, not him? But it was and is.

I have made changes. I don’t keep confounded sheep anymore, and they really are brainless creatures. I loved pigs, and still do. Intelligent. Super friendly, pigs. If treated right.

I’m now twenty years old, and I need a fresh start.

A new life away from here. Away from the ghosts that reside here. I still hear her in the night. I even feel her at times. The cold, icy breaths wrap around me, chill me to the core.

I love my job. I love my farm. It’s the house that is evil. Her memory is the very concrete holding the bricks together. She lives in these four walls. Do I stay and rebuild a house that is mine? Do I move away, start again? I sit for hours contemplating these questions. I search the World Wide Web, for possibilities. I know what the bank is offering for this place. Their valuation is well under its market value.

The requirements are much the same. The place must be remote, with land and a wood. Maybe the potential to still be self-sufficient? I want nothing new, or contemporary. Nothing with neighbours, or beside a road. I can’t live near people. What I have never known can’t be forgotten. Undone. Tossed aside.

If I can afford it, I want what I have now. Solitude. Remoteness. No sight or sound of noisy humans with cars. People who do not have the time nor do they care about the needs of their neighbours.

I don’t want to know the hustle and bustle other people call life. I’ve never known it; it’s as alien to me, as my life is to theirs.

I cannot finish writing this without telling of the love of my life. Someone who has taught me that other humans are good. His parents welcome me as another son; to his sister I’m another bro.

Every spare second of every single day we are together.

We watch TV or play games. Sometimes we plan our whole life together. We make love until breathless and content. But it’s via the World Wide Web.

Is this a self-made prison? Will I ever get out of here? Those are desperate questions I ask myself every day. I have a shrink now, and you can almost hear the eggshells crunch underfoot as he tries to step between them, treating me as if I’m made of glass. I got this far, didn’t I? How the hell did I do that?

I got on with it. Coped. Managed. Learned through lessons. I live one day at a time. It’s all I can do.

I’m a risk to myself, they say. Ha! Like I don’t know that already? Yes, I’m in love and blissfully happy when I am with him. When we are apart, that black, evil filled cloud creeps up and hovers above my head. Darkens my mood. The twinkle in my eyes dies. I search in desperation for something to stop the voices, the whispers telling me I’m evil. A sin. No one will ever love me. I will not deny my love’s existence as something I’ve made up in my head. I don’t speak of this to my love, he’s not to blame, and it isn’t his fault. Why should he suffer the same evil force I do?

I can fight it. Well, eventually I can.

Copyright © 2012 Mark92; All Rights Reserved.
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Stories posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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2012 - Winter - Desperate Ends Entry
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carringtonrj

These are the things that your writing inspires me to think, hope you don't mind me commenting like this. :) You seem to be making amazing progress through your issues, and your writing seems to be a great help in making that journey. there are lots of people here who care about you and admire you too. it seems like you have so much to look forward to, even if it may be a slow process to get to the future you deserve - you will get there. keep writing; keep growing; keep believing in yourself.

Bill W

Mark, I wish you would have gone into the father issue more, since I'm curious as to why whom it was hard to believe or accept. Another issue I have is with the boyfriend. You make it sound as if he spends time with the boyfriend and his family, yet state that these things happen via the World Wide Web. I'm confused about that aspect, but I'm very touched by the depth of feelings and the position he's in.

joann414

The first thought in my mind after I read this was, " Desperate Ends", is like someone naming a book for your life. You are still at the place where you are desperately seeking solace, happiness, and peace within your soul. You have found love and for that I am so happy for you. Beautiful, honest, and soul bearing piece of writing my friend. Hugs, and job well done! Hugs over and over.

Mark92
On 12/10/2012 09:21 AM, joann414 said:
The first thought in my mind after I read this was, " Desperate Ends", is like someone naming a book for your life. You are still at the place where you are desperately seeking solace, happiness, and peace within your soul. You have found love and for that I am so happy for you. Beautiful, honest, and soul bearing piece of writing my friend. Hugs, and job well done! Hugs over and over.
Thank you Jo :hug:

Me and Stuby look at new places all the time, we have a few dream houses already favourites. Just a bit more work with the shrink, I'll do it :)

Thank you so much for your support and most importantly your friendship :)

Mark92
On 12/10/2012 09:13 AM, Bill W said:
Mark, I wish you would have gone into the father issue more, since I'm curious as to why whom it was hard to believe or accept. Another issue I have is with the boyfriend. You make it sound as if he spends time with the boyfriend and his family, yet state that these things happen via the World Wide Web. I'm confused about that aspect, but I'm very touched by the depth of feelings and the position he's in.
Thank you Bill :hug: Most already know so much more than this short story. I'll happily send you a PM with any answers you want.

Thank you for the review :)

Mark92
On 12/10/2012 09:07 AM, carringtonrj said:
These are the things that your writing inspires me to think, hope you don't mind me commenting like this. :) You seem to be making amazing progress through your issues, and your writing seems to be a great help in making that journey. there are lots of people here who care about you and admire you too. it seems like you have so much to look forward to, even if it may be a slow process to get to the future you deserve - you will get there. keep writing; keep growing; keep believing in yourself.
Thank you Carrington :hug:

As you say it's all therapy and every deep hurt told is another step forward. Without Stuby and GA I wouldn't have got this far. Always onwards and upwards. Thanks again :hug:

Mark92
On 12/10/2012 07:03 AM, comicfan said:
Mark, what can I say to this? There is too much truth and it is raw before us all? For those you accept we know what have been through. Remember for every word of doubt given you there people waiting to help and repair the damage. The one thing you mother taught you, whether she wanted to or not, was to be self reliant. You are stronger than you know. :hug:
Thank you Unc :hug: You no so much more than most. And you always give me the kick up the arse I sometimes need.

Don't be surprised if I don't thank her for it lol.

Thanks again Unc, you're one in a million :hug:

Mark92
On 12/13/2012 01:46 PM, Conner said:
Yet another gift! Thanks, Marky. wub.png

 

By the time I figured out the man that I wanted to be, I was a little "long in the tooth" as they say...not to mentioned tired. lmaosmiley.gif But it's a journey we men must take, willingly or otherwise. So good luck with that! If I can help you stumble along the path, you just let me know. thumbsup.gif

Will always want to know you Conner, you are such an amazing man. Thank you for the review and the offer :wink: I'll hold you to that :P Loads of hugs my friend :hug Thanks again :)
Mark92
On 12/27/2012 01:19 AM, K.C. said:
Marky :hug: I don't see this as a desperate end but more of a realization at a new begginning. But in order for something to start something else has end. Lessons that we have been taught are not always for our own good. There are things that I know that I wish I could burn out of my mind and forget. You're strong, and a lot of people believe in you!! :hug:
Thank you KC Only just got to reading these but thank you :wub::hug:
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