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Woe

Ambrosia was about to undertake one of her biggest challenges to date: a trial. Speaking out was only the start of things. Now, more people than ever know about pieces of her past, but no one can truly help her on this journey. She has to retell her story again and again. To strangers, lawyers, doctors, family and a few friends. She is quite vague with the information people learn. It is almost as if you have to receive your trustworthy badge before she offers up the information. If you are family-you may learn that it happened for six years or more. If you are friends you learn that and maybe the fact that sometimes you get creeped out by men that look like Tera. If you are part of the justice system you require everything. You want the ugly details. You aren’t polite with your questions. There is no vagueness to be had. You have a job to do and a silly teenager isn’t going to waste your time with her embarrassment-after all you are her to help and someday she’ll realize this.

So Ambrosia begins the next chapter in her double life. At school she shows excitement about graduation and apathy toward the typical everyday tasks. Once her day at school is over, she acts as if nothing is wrong until she is alone. That’s when she has an opportunity to think or not think about the mess of her life. Sometimes she just wanted to cry and be left alone. Others she welcomed any ridiculous distraction.

Since the visit to Officer Soter she has been ordered to the doctors for her first OB/GYN appointment. This can be a difficult visit for a young girl under normal circumstances, but she had to go to ensure her own health was not compromised when Tera won his game. Oh, what a stress this was. Doctors can try to comfort you, but they are always very textbook and cold. She survived the visit with minimal embarrassment and thankfully no issues.

Then the next hurdle was talking to her new lawyer. Ambrosia was a minor and now a witness to the state. Everything she said was documented by everyone. Her lawyer released the information that there was now a detective following her to see what kind of dirt the other side could find on her. So she was instructed to be careful. Ambrosia had nothing to be concerned about. Never in trouble and always working left little time to be a teen. Her lawyer also mentions that they have heard of her mother talking to both sides defense and prosecution and conversation with her should be limited. After the interrogation at the police station Ambrosia was hardly fazed by this discovery. She has learned you can never really trust the people in your life. Conversation with her mother had already been at a minimum. There had been no questions-little conversation at all.

After two meetings with her lawyer Ambrosia learned that the grand jury had set a trial unless Tera came to his senses and took a plea bargain. In order for this to happen he would have to admit guilt, and they don’t see that happening. The trial date would be set for months down the road. For now she was permitted to move on with life as “normal”. Ambrosia had lost sight of that, but did the best she could. Graduation was three weeks away.

Graduation came and went, and Ambrosia was now enrolled in her first semester at the local college. She wasn’t doing horrible, but her acquired habit of not completing homework proved to be a bit more of an issue in college. She began setting time aside the moment she came home from school. This was going well, her English professor especially liked her writing. For their Final Exam they had been assigned a paper about themselves. She had been working with her professor to shed light on her childhood and present it to the class. She was eager to work on it and get confidence talking about it until that one day. The day she came home to a sheet of paper taped to the door. It looked like an eviction notice she had seen before. She grabbed it on the way in the door and it was a letter from the city. Her trial would be the week of her final exam. What horrible timing the courts had. First they took the glamour away from graduation with a forced visit to the “grand jury” Now, she was experiencing the stresses of college life and her first final and she would now have to go to COURT.

Everyone was subpoenaed. Mom, Sophia, and of course Ambrosia. Ambrosia sat in the witness room with a stranger the whole time. This was supposed to protect her and keep her calm, but it was nothing but awkward. Ambrosia heard of everything from everyone else. Her sister told her some of the things that Tera had been saying. Things that made no sense to be saying when you were on trial for gross sexual imposition. Tera shouldn’t tell them how Ambrosia might have confused his statements of “her nest isn’t even feathered yet” and his talk of her sister in her yellow bikini were not meant to be sexual references. According to those around her he seemed to be making his case worse.

At the end of the first day of court Ambrosia learned that they lost a juror due to illness and if they lost one more juror, they would have to reschedule the trial. This nightmare seems to be never ending. Tomorrow was her day to take the stand. Strangely she was not nervous about it. Ambrosia had talked to so many about it now and they had gone over questions it seemed like it would be simple.

The following day proved her wrong. As she took the stand Tera peered down the long table at her. His eyes burning into her every second. His lawyer started questions first. He asked embarrassing questions. It was his job. He asked Ambrosia questions in such a condescending tone that it confused her. It shook her to the core. She didn’t expect it to be this difficult. Her own lawyer had not prepared her for this. She began to cry, but had to continue to voice her responses. She looked out to the jury and noticed a man in the front row with his head down. He had his head in his hands and was shaking it back and forth. Ambrosia began to feel they didn’t believe her and Tera was going to get away with it. EVERYONE around would label her a liar. She was not lying. What could she do to convince them? Nothing. All she could do was tell her story. She got through the questions from the defense attorney and then her own attorney. Her attorney was much easier. That portion was just as it had gone in the rehearsals. The same path of questions back and forth. No surprises. She could have been on the stand for 35 minutes but it felt like an hour. She was escorted back to her little room to wait for the rest to talk.

At the conclusion of the second day of trial Ambrosia’s lawyer learned that the male juror in the front row happened to recognize two witnesses that day. Sophia being the first, and Ambrosia the second. He would need to be removed. He was Ambrosia’s seventh grade reading teacher. They now had no room for error. Everyone had to remain healthy and get through the last witness Tera. Tera was to finish his questioning tomorrow and then sentencing would commence.

Sentencing was about to start. Ambrosia did not know what any other witness may have said to the court or if the judge and jury may even come to the correct conclusion. As she waited in the witness room her lawyer asked if she had anything she wanted to say to Tera before the verdict. She didn’t even know this was a possibility. Ambrosia did not prepare for that. If she had, she would tell him that she does not forgive, and doesn’t ever plan to. He took a piece of her away that she will never get back and did it all through a way he claimed to love her. That his actions and the longevity of them were the biggest evil she knew of first hand, and she would spend a number of years fighting to find the good in people. The manipulation and pain he forced onto a child should never have been or again witnessed. All this and more may have been said IF Ambrosia knew she was going to be offered an opportunity to speak. She did not know this. She also could not stand to look him in the face. She couldn’t bear to think of his smug smile as he laughed with the jurors and lawyer. So she declined the opportunity.

She walked into the courtroom to hear the verdict. Offered a last chance to speak she again begins a silence. Her mother stands to her right. Her mother holds her hand. It was meant to be in support. A few thoughts raced through Ambrosia. She believes me now. She believes me now and she wants me to know. All Ambrosia heard was “four years”. FOUR YEARS! That is less than the amount of time Tera’s games lasted. Insult came when the word concurrent  came out of the judges mouth. This is what we call “justice”. Ambrosia would beg to differ. Ambrosia is confused by the sentencing, but the state seems happy. Tera will now have to file as a sexual offender for years to come. That’s just a start. Ambrosia’s healing should start here.

“Real Job”

Ok, let me start by saying I am sorry for not updating earlier. Life took me down a scenic path.

Over the past few weeks I have had a lot to think about, a lot of it comes from the place I spend most of my time-WORK.

I started working at the age of 15 and I have a pretty healthy work history. I become very dedicated to my job. In fact if you peeked at my resume you would see a trend (i noticed it too) with my job span. I tend to stay with a company for about six years. When I look back on my past, I enjoyed every job I had, but at some point my employers make strange changes in work demands, I get fed up and tend to leave. One thing that’s always consistent with my coworkers is the phrase “real job”. Ever since I was 15 I wanted one of these. I don’t even know what makes a job a “real” job. So I started asking. I asked co-workers, friends, customers, and family. Here are some of the things I heard.

Set schedule
No name tag or uniform
Good benefits package
Room for individual growth and success
Enough money to provide for your family

Well, I seem to have been able to provide for myself at all of my jobs, I had a 401k at the age of 16, and I have always climbed the success ladder-regardless of my company. I guess the two things I have never experienced are SET SCHEDULE and NO UNIFORM and/or NAME TAG.

Just because you don’t wear a name tag can’t determine your work is any more difficult than the next. In fact, maybe the company you work for may not recognize you as an individual but merely a number. I don’t mean to offend anyone here, but does it even makes sense to assume that an individual that bares a name tag is enslaved? I think not. You rely on those individuals when you visit their locations. I know you do.

When I was younger I would argue with other teens about a real job being something that another person needs. They would tell me that a job at a fast food joint or a restaurant is not a job, no one needs them. Yet, these individuals were the first to leave their “real” jobs and visit the local restaurant chain and spend their hard-earned “real job” money on the nobodies that waited for them. Again I say, nonsense.

The set schedule thing eludes me. I have never had it. I equate a set schedule to “bankers hours” and those that sit in a cubicle for hours a day. I think I would like to try it, but who wants to sit all day. It sure can’t be any better than standing all day as I do. Let me know if you have a set schedule and if it is any better than the random 40+ I work. I would love to hear.

I have a bigger question: What’s the difference between a job and a career?
Is a job something you don’t have to go to school for? Is a job something you dread going to everyday and can’t wait to leave? Is a career something you spent countless hours perfecting skills for?

www.dictionary.com defines a job as:a piece of work, esp. a specific task done as part of the routine of one’s occupation or for an agreed price, a post of employment, or anything a person is expected or obliged to do

and a career as:an occupation or profession, esp. one requiring special training, followed as one’s lifework,a person’s progress or general course of action through life or through a phase of life, as in some profession or undertaking, or success in a profession, occupation, etc.

Sounds like the people I asked where on the right track when speaking about success. It also seems that by definition a job is something you do as part of your career. Give me some feedback here. Do you have to like your place of employment and the work you do to call is a career? Do you know its your career when you stop calling it your job? That was also suggested to me. I just realized in this entire blog I refer to myself as having a job. Interesting.

Till next time…..
BE GOOD. BE TRUE. BE REAL

Shackles

Ambrosia was now seventeen. In two months she would have her eighteenth birthday. She now has a boyfriend. They have been dating for nearly two years. Ambrosia was with him in all her free time. Outside of work and school, it was always the two of them. Speaking of school, Ambrosia has been doing very well. Although her habit of not completing her home studies, she was a brilliant test taker. With graduation approaching, stress levels were on the rise.

It’s Valentine’s Day-Ambrosia’s mother comes to her and says that they officers are looking for her. Ambrosia may have done some bad things, but nothing against the law. Ambrosia’s mother accuses Sophia of committing a crime, and then using Ambrosia’s name once she is caught. Either way-Ambrosia had to meet with the officers this afternoon.

Nervous beyond belief-Ambrosia walked into Officer Soter’s chamber. He asked that Ambrosia’s mother wait outside. As the door closed, Officer Soter talks calmly to Ambrosia. He asks if she knows of a man named “Terance”. Her pulse quickens, she says “yes”. Officer Soter explains that they have information that he may have molested Ambrosia. Ambrosia looks down and begins to cry. She is ashamed, scared, and unsure what to do next so she asks for her mother to rejoin them. After her mother is seated to her left, the questions start again.

Do you know a man named Terance or “Tera”?
-Yes
Did he ever touch you or have physical contact with you of a sexual nature?
-Yes

As Officer Soter looks back to his notes, Ambrosia’s mother interrupts the questioning. She looks to Ambrosia, then back to Officer Soter and proceeds to break Ambrosia’s heart. She says “No, she’s confused, that didn’t happen.” Ambrosia had never felt such a sharp pain in her heart. She looked to her mother, but was quickly escorted from the room. Outside the chambers, she heard Officer Soter explain to her mother that he believes Ambrosia knows what she speak about. He has information supporting her story, and he had no doubt, by Ambrosia’s reaction that she is not confused. Then her mother began to speak. Ambrosia could not hear anything. She was left to ponder why her mother would say such a thing. After all, Ambrosia told her about Tera nearly three years ago. Why would she doubt her now? Then it hit her. Ambrosia’s mother never believed her. Why else would she respond this way?

Her mother steps out of Officer Soter’s chamber and they leave the officers. Amazed by her mothers betrayal, Ambrosia asked “What do you mean I’m confused? I told you about this.” Her mother looked back at her and says that she thinks that there may have been abuse, just not by Tera. Even more confused, Ambrosia demands more. Her mother explains that her real father was a pedophile. Proving her naivety she asks, “What’s that?” Her mother explains it to her. Ambrosia insists she knows it was Tera. “My father was out of my life when I was two, I am not confused.” Her mother than tells her how Tera looks very similar to her real father, in fact that’s how she had met him. He was at a tavern and someone confused him for her real father. To complicate matters, her mother explains that Ambrosia’s father did things to her oldest sister and she believes that is what Ambrosia is recalling. Her world starts to spin. It’s like a downward spiral pulling her back into her memories. Then her mother tells her that she wants her to talk to her sister. Embarrassed, but destined to prove she’s right, Ambrosia agrees.

Angry and hurt, Ambrosia heads home with her mother. She cannot believe that she is going to have to tell her sister. Why would her mother embarrass her this way? Her mother speaks to her sister and apparently gets her up to speed, then it’s Ambrosia’s turn. Her oldest sister speaks to her in a curious way. She can sense Ambrosia is upset. She gets her to recall the events. It is sickening the way the memories flood back to Ambrosia. It is almost dreamlike-she sees herself and Tera. She can see it from both her eyes and an observers eyes. She recalls things in the room. The decorations on the bed, what he was wearing, the drapes on the window. She sees every little detail. The card stuck to the lampshade, the dressers, the carpet, the bedspread. It’s all too much. Her sister determines she is not confused and speaks to their mother again. Ambrosia wants to be left alone now. She continues on to her chores.

Ambrosia’s mother doesn’t seem to mention the conversation she had with her sister at all. She doesn’t ask questions about Tera. She doesn’t seem to do anything. Is this because she is amazed that she didn’t see it happening? Is she ashamed that this has now happened to two of her three daughters, right under her nose? How can she not seem to care?

As the days go by, Ambrosia has to harden her shell. She determines that the only person that knew her secret was Sophia. Sophia failed as a friend. She asks Sophia why she went to the officers, and Sophia denies going. She denies for weeks. Ambrosia begins to hate her. Then Sophia calls upon Ambrosia one day and explains that the officers came to Sophia and her mother and asked questions about another girl they went to school with. They only told the officers because they care for Ambrosia. While they asked Sophia’s mother if Sophia had ever mentioned anything about this other girl, her mother said “No, the only one I knew about was Ambrosia.” That statement was the beginning of Ambrosia becoming a slave to her past. Tera had been out of her life for five years now. Sure, every once and a while she may have thought about her dark secrets, but not like she is forced to now. These days, its impossible to keep her mind free of it. There is no focus on what is supposed to be a happy time of life. Graduation seems like a faint memory compared to what was happening.

Ambrosia’s best friend betrayed her. Her mother ultimately accepts her story as truth only after hearing it from another person. Others in Ambrosia’s life start saying things like “I could tell something like this had happened to you” and “You were always so shy”. These statements proved that even though people may care about you, they never seem to step up and help. What would have happened if any of these people would have “cared” years ago when it might have made a difference? Could the six years of twisted love and mind games have ended? IF these people cared, they could have done something earlier. Sophia could have said something years earlier-she only cares now because Ambrosia knows she could not keep the secret. Ambrosia vows to never speak to Sophia again.

Ambrosia’s mother was a different story. Could you imagine the deception and betrayal Ambrosia felt knowing her mother did not believe her? How could her mother not look back on past events and put the clues together. Every night Ambrosia would ask why she never came to the bed. Every morning for years Ambrosia complained of pains. Why didn’t she ever ask why Ambrosia never stayed home with Tera to complete her school work? How did she not see the drastic improvement in school once Tera exited their lives? Ambrosia tried to leave the clues for her mother, but her mother never gathered them. The time that Tera threw the wet rag at Ambrosia’s face in front of her mother to teach her what “precipitation” was. The numerous times the schoolmasters would ask for a conference with her mother to determine if there were any home issues. Why did she not open her eyes?

These next few months would be horrible reminders of the past. Ambrosia could not move forward. She learned of having to talk to a jury of peers called a “grand jury”, retelling her story to lawyers and officers, and worse in a court of law. Everyone spoke of how the system would bring justice, but to Ambrosia this was all just a way to keep her a prisoner to her past. Shackled to a troubled childhood, one she so desperately wanted to forget.

Celebration to Remember

I made a decision to celebrate my thirtieth birthday in style. I very rarely make note of my birthday, but I was excited to turn thirty. I can’t really tell you why. It just seems like an achievement of sorts. On a whim, I mentioned to my husband that we should go to Vegas. Two days later, he agrees and I started finding rates. The two of us had never been to Vegas. In fact the farthest west I had been was Indianapolis. I had been sucked into a show on the Travel channel years ago about the fountains at the Bellagio and the hand blown glass flowers that fill the lobby. That was all it took for me to want to venture to Las Vegas.

I found a great package on www.tripres.com which included round trip airfare, three nights at the Bellagio and a $100 resort credit. I booked it two days later. It was the fasted decision we had ever made. I compared rates through a lot of sites, but none compared to my package deal through tripres.com.

We left for Nevada from Cleveland on April 1st (no joke) and it was the longest flight we had been on to date. We were entertained with a showing of “The Blind Side” which I was excited about, because it still hadn’t arrived via my Netflix queue, and a DELICIOUS chicken sandwich. OH my goodness, this hot juicy chicken sandwich could rival any school lunch chicken patty. It was absolutely fantastic.
When we arrived in Vegas we took a shuttle to our hotel. We were with a small group of people but they seemed to come from everywhere: Germany, Australia, Idaho, Toronto, and of course we came from Ohio. So strange to think that Las Vegas attracts people from far and near.

When we got to the hotel, we were blown away. The bed was calling us-so we napped a bit. Then we ventured down the strip. Our first night we took in Caesar’s Palace, Mirage, Treasure Island, the Sirens of T.I., the Volcano show, the fountains at the Bellagio. I must say. Vegas as a city didn’t really appeal to me until all the neon came to life. VEGAS is much better at night. I got some great photos. We were exhausted. Went to bed early.

Our second day we went down the other end of the strip. Hitting the Luxor, Mandalay Bay, New York, New York, MGM, Paris, Excalibur,and so much more. My gosh-you will never run out of things to do while in Vegas.

That night we went to “O” a Cirque Du Soleil show centered around a huge pool of water within the Bellagio. It was amazing and expensive. It was my birthday gift from my husband. The acrobats were brilliant. They come to life right in front of you-and on top of you.

On Saturday night we went over to the Rio to see Penn & Teller. Their show explains the magic you see from most other magicians while still racking your brain to their tricks. We ran into almost every crowd volunteer and they have no idea who the tricks they were a part of were completed. Not even the iPhone video from within the fish gives light to their own secrets. You have to check it out. Teller and Penn stay after the show and talk, sign, and take pictures with EVERY last fan. I told Teller how I had heard about their crowd commitment all the way back in Ohio, and he said that it is great to get to meet the people who keep them going. Its more meaningful for him to hear from the crowd.

Overall, the trip was great. The Bellagio offered another night at a lower rate to us, and I was sure tempted, but our return flight had already been scheduled. So sad, but now we know what we are in for next time. Can’t wait to go back.

Have you every been to Vegas? What was your favorite part? What could you have done without? Me-I could have done without the trip up the Eiffel Tower. It did nothing but make me mad that people would not move for others.

Leap

It has been years since Ambrosia has spoke about Tera to Sophia. It appears Sophia really is a true friend. She has kept the secret too. Ambrosia’s mother was wrong to say that Sophia could not be trusted. Sophia may appear wild to parents and schoolmasters, but she knew what was important to Ambrosia and kept the secret safe.

It was one of the rare journeys that took Ambrosia, her mother, and Tera to another village to show their horses. It must have been an important show because Ambrosia’s mother and Tera have been stressed out and arguing all day. Now that Ambrosia was older, she was free to roam the show. She would wander around and check out all the different horses until finally deciding that it was never as exciting as she’d hoped it would be and she heads back to her mother. Through the crowds of people she spots them; Tera and her mother with one of their horses-yelling and getting red in the face. Quickly, Ambrosia tries to figure out if she had done anything wrong. After concluding she had not, she continued on. As she reached her mother she overheard talk of Tera leaving and moving out. Confused she stepped back-had she heard this correctly? Tera was finally out of the house? It felt as if a ray of sunshine would burst out of her-she finally had a victory. She doesn’t know why or what they were fighting about-but Tera and his games were finally over. It was her time to come out of her shell. No more living in the shadows waiting to be found. No more mornings full of pain. No more Tera. From now on, it would be just Ambrosia and her mother.

After three years had passed, life would prove to be difficult for the two of them. Ambrosia’s mother now worked three jobs to support Ambrosia and their horses. They had to move to a smaller house, one in a nearby village. Ambrosia saw even less of her mother. She found ways to get by though-new friends, a job, and now she found that boys could keep her busy.

Ambrosia’s mother caught on to one of her crushes-Dustin. Dustin worked at a local merchant. Ambrosia’s mother would make random stops to the market to instigate a conversation between Ambrosia and Dustin. She fueled their interactions. Dustin was very polite and eventually the two started talking regularly. Although Ambrosia liked Dustin, she was cautious to let him get to know her. What if he found out about her secret? Would he make fun of her? Or worse, what if he asked questions? Dustin eventually asked Ambrosia out on a date for Thursday. They were to go to a show and then he would take her home. Ambrosia was so excited she told Sophia. Being the friend she was, Sophia wanted to get to know Dustin, and see how cute he was. Tickled at the thought that she may soon have a boyfriend that none of her friends new-Ambrosia let Sophia meet him. A few days later, Thursday to be exact, Dustin cancelled the date. Devastated, Ambrosia went to Sophia. Sophia explained that Dustin had told her that he felt Ambrosia was too shy. So, her loss of trust in others has destroyed a potential relationship. So much for stepping out of her shell. She thought she had been doing so well. Dustin seemed to like her, but proved that to be a lie. This gave Ambrosia more reason to guard herself from others. It also frustrated her the more she thought about it. Holding onto these secrets from the past can’t be helping. She decided she would tell her mother about her events with Tera. Throughout the years, as Ambrosia improved in school, she had learned that what happened between she and Tera was more Tera’s fault than her own. She was young and naive to his manipulations and abuse. Surely her mother would not get angry at her.

That evening when her mother came home, Ambrosia awkwardly had a conversation with her. She said to her mother “I want to tell you something.” Her mother stopped and listened. This was a good start. Ambrosia explained that Tera had abused her when he lived with them. Almost unfazed, her mother asked what she wanted her to do. Ambrosia said “Nothing, it’s over. I just thought you should know.” Feeling a little better about telling her secret, Ambrosia went about her way. That seemed easy enough. The days passed and it was if Ambrosia had never said anything at all. Everything was normal. Too normal. Ambrosia began to wonder if that callous response from her mother was the right response. Or the response she had been looking for. Her mother didn’t seem to question it or be stunned at all. It could have been worse, her mother could have been angry. “Oh well” she thought, at least she can try to move on. Leap forward into the life she’d been missing out on. Shedding the secrets of her past.

My Happiness

www.monicakimmell.com

My life isn’t all stress and depression. About six years ago I met the man of my dreams. I mean I stumbled over my words, blushed every time I saw him, and could hardly look him in the eyes. I never would have thought that I would eventually get to marry this man.

I pursued him, and we ended up being the best of friends. That whole cheesy Jerry Maguire line “You complete me”, that’s us. He makes my life worth living. Just thinking of him makes me smile. I love when he’s around. He is a true gentleman. Loves to open doors for me-the whole nine yards.

My favorite story is the way he proposed to me. I had a horrible day at work on August 1st of 2008. I actually got into a verbal argument with a customer, who I will not name, but will never forget. And on August 2nd I came home to my boyfriend sitting awkwardly in the middle of the couch. He told me that he had something for me in the bedroom and had to close the door, because the cats kept bothering it. I immediately thought “Awe, he got me flowers”. As I walked into my room there were rose petals that he had shaped into a heart and a blue velvet box at the top of the heart. I turned around to go grab my camera. I had never seen anything so sweet. As I did he said to open the box. I was still oblivious to the upcoming proposal. Then we walked around the bed and I opened the box. Inside there was a glass slipper. On the slipper he had “I am but a prince, but I’d feel like a king if you’d be my wife” etched into it. I had only been done reading to the king point when he said “Hun,” and I turned to him. He was on his knee and asked me to be his wife. I think I cried for about 5 mins before I even remembered to say yes. It was beautiful.

A year of wonderful stressful planning later and I had the best day of my life. My wedding. We were married on August 7, 2009 and I couldn’t have planned a better day. Everything went according to plan. He even surprised me with a show stopping serenade of “your everything” by Keith Urban. I cried and everyone gave him a standing ovation. It was amazing. Truly a day I will never forget.

Till next time….BE GOOD. BE TRUE. BE REAL. ❤

Continuum

Ambrosia grew up quick. Not big and strong, but emotionally mature. She learned to defend herself and learn about others from a distance. She couldn’t just trust people anymore. Not after years of Tera’s mind games. It always seemed like there was a trap-and Ambrosia was always falling into it. He would take what she wanted most and use it against her. When she got wise to that, he would get angry, and that would make her fall in line again. You are supposed to respect adults.

Ambrosia started her own secret life-one she could control. One where she could gather some answers. If her mother wanted her to spend time with Tera-she would certainly do that. On her own terms. When she was in control she’d get answers. When a young girl wants answers, she’ll find a way to get them.

Each night Ambrosia would ask her mother to sleep with her-and each morning she would have to ask why she never came to bed. Her mother would always tell her there just wasn’t enough room with Ambrosia and Tera already in bed. Ambrosia began to wonder if it was Tera’s plan to beat her mother to bed. She decided to keep trying her experiment for a bit. On several occasions, Ambrosia would wake to the shaking or force of the bed moving. Sometimes she would fidget and Tera would retreat, but other times Ambrosia still entered into her day full of pain. After two or three years, Ambrosia became a very deep sleeper. Almost as if a part of her didn’t want to be aware of the reality she lived.

One day at school Ambrosia’s schoolmaster brought some soldiers in to speak to the children. While they were there they talked of how children have boundaries just like adults and how adults need to respect these boundaries. Ambrosia, although young, found it strange that soldiers were talking about such things. As she listened to them they said things like “no one should ever touch you in a way that makes you uncomfortable” and “if someone, even your parents, doesn’t respect your boundaries you need to tell someone and get help”. Ambrosia perked up. They couldn’t be talking to her specifically, could they? That would mean that her secret had been found out. It all made sense, why else did her teacher have the soldiers come and talk about this. Perhaps Ambrosia should say something. Speak up now. They were there to help anyway. What if that would get Tera into trouble? Or her mom? What if Ambrosia is to blame for this? After all-she liked the games. They made her laugh. Again she decided to keep it to herself.

On the way home from school, Ambrosia’s best friend, Sophia talked about the soldiers and their discussion. She asked Ambrosia if she thought any one’s parents were doing bad things. Ambrosia said “NO, why? Do you?” Sophia didn’t know about Tera and the things he would do to Ambrosia. She never told Sophia. Sophia mentioned that maybe Heidi’s dad did that stuff because Sophia thought he was gross. Ambrosia didn’t think so. Sophia kept talking about it. Then she asked if Tera ever did anything to Ambrosia. Ambrosia got embarrassed and angry. How was everyone figuring this out? She must look different from everyone? It seemed like the whole world knew what was happening to her. She thought about telling Sophia-but instead acted like she never heard the question.

Later that evening while playing at Sophia’s house-Ambrosia broke her silence. She pleaded with Sophia to not say anything. It had to remain their secret. IF she ever told, Ambrosia would never be friends with Sophia again.

The 3 Wonders

I was in church one Sunday listening to the sermon entitled “Wonders of Heaven”. It was centered around the idea that there are 3 wonders to Heaven. One-You wonder if so and so is there, Two-You wonder how they got there, and Three-You wonder how you got there. This got me to thinking.

When I die, if I am fortunate enough to get to Heaven, how would I react if my molester made it too? Would I be angry? Would I be banished from Heaven for crossing God’s judgement? Would I be given an opportunity to see his side of it?

I got to thinking this would be an excellent topic to write about. Sort of inspired my blog. I thought it would be awesome if I had an opportunity to converse with God and learn about the other side of my abusers life. What if I only know the monstrous things that he has done? What if he had done a million amazing things for other people? Would this sway my decision, encourage me to forgive? I think it’s a great concept to think that everyone has the good side, but can I believe it enough to ever forgive him for what he did to me for years? DO I want to? Why should I want to?
I talked to one of my friends who posed the question “Why does this person have to be in my Heaven?” I never thought of that. It’s a great thought, but I have always been taught that no sin is worse than another and God forgives everyone. So why wouldn’t he make it to Heaven? I guess it would mean that he has to acknowledge that what he did was wrong and that he is truly sorry for it, both of which I don’t believe will happen.

I became more vocal about my past and it seemed to help me, but I could tell it wasn’t enough, I started thinking more and more about the past. I think I would really like to come to terms with how I feel about the past/present/future and how this has shaped me. I am ready to share my story with more people. IF blogging will get out to more people then I’ll start there. If it helps me analyze myself, then that’s one more person who doesn’t have to suffer anymore.

Give me your thoughts and feedback…
till next time….BE GOOD. BE TRUE. BE REAL.

Melancholy

Okay, so if you even bothered to look at the about me section, you noticed that I said I was recently medicated. Who actually admits this? I do. I was stressed out beyond belief. I couldn’t say four words about how I was feeling without breaking down into tears. I was at one of my routine doctor’s appointments to treat my vicious migraines and they kept asking me what else was going on. I couldn’t even talk at this point. It was November and it may have been the combination of the approaching holidays, the long hours at work, or the weather. Any of these and then some that got me to this point-but my doctors left the office only to return with a psych test. I was furious. They played it off as if it were a routine activity for all patients. They asked me to fill out both sides of the questionnaire and they’d be back in fifteen minutes to check on me.

As I read the questions, I found myself getting amused by the questions. It almost seemed that no matter how you answered, they were going to tell you that you are depressed and we are going to have to start medication. I continued my task and, well got prescribed an antidepressant. Wonderful. I mean, who doesn’t want to tell their new husband “Honey, I know you thought I was crazy before, but the doctors seemed to have confirmed it”. I couldn’t deny that I needed the help though. I was definitely not in control of my feelings or emotions. I could tell you I was angry or sad or even happy, but all would bring me to tears. So I welcomed a new medication.

I filled my prescription and laughed when I paid for it. For a full month of antidepressant my total cost was $2.44 with insurance. That is about a four of my contraceptives. I started thinking that this is a bit strange. I mean, how come this type of medication is so affordable? I had to look into it.

I started telling the people around me “I was put on antidepressants” to see how they would react. I expected a few different reactions, but I got the same one every time. “OH, really? What one?” It was a huge topic starter. People had been on multiple types. I would hear things like “this worked best for me”, “this one didn’t” , or “you’ll like that one”. I mean why have we become so accepting of this. When I walked out of the doctor’s office that day I was embarrassed about my situation.

I took it a step further and did a GOOGLE search:
 I found that 1 in 6 Americans is said to be diagnosed with depression.
 More than twice as many women are depressed than men.
 Lower levels of education tend to equal higher diagnosis of depression.
 21% of people polled believe they are depressed but not diagnosed.
 1 in 10 women are taking antidepressants
 Nearly half of all Americans are on at least one prescription

The above is crazy to me. What happened to people before we had medication? Or before we determined depression was something to treat? Did they all commit suicide?
I looked into suicide rates. You would think that medicating the depressed would lower the suicide rate since the overall rate was 10.9 suicide deaths per 100,000 people, but it has actually been increasing.

What is the deal? How do we get over this? Stress is always gonna be here, how do you deal with it?

Newbie

So I’ve decided that I may actually have some interesting and humorous thoughts to share, so why not start a blog. I mean, even if no one opts to read it, it may become a type of therapy. I have so much going on right now that I feel like I am always two steps away from the edge. The edge of sanity, a building, the world…you name it-and that’s the edge I feel like I’m on. Don’t get me wrong, I love things about life and the people around it-but damn, there is always some force out there letting you know things aren’t gonna stay great for long.

    Let me not keep this too depressing…switch this up. I hope that I will stay committed to this blog with at least a weekly entry. I hope to share some of my highlights and low points. Great observations and the horrible realizations. If you happen to check out this blog and want to stay along for the trip…you are quite welcome. If you find you can’t deal with it me-see ya.

   My title: Facetious Creature…when I was little I was always told by my mother that she was being sarcastic… and then when I started adapting to that trait and using that word as my response to my behavior she hit me with “I was just being facetious.” WOW…what a great word. I mean it represents my personality to a “T” and how can it not be a great word? It contains every vowel, in order A, E, I, O, U!!! That’s amazing.  As for the creature part, I don’t always feel a part of society, I think I would be much better on the outskirts of it…perhaps with the animals. Left to myself or just far enough away to observe the rest of you. You amuse and amaze me at times. And that’s how I like it for now.

   Next time: I’ll let you know some of my back story and where this may lead to…..till then

BE GOOD. BE TRUE. BE REAL. ❤

p.s. this should have been the first blog on this site. Hey, we all make mistakes. That’s what keeps life interesting 🙂