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TeraMitchel
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Ok, I feel beyond stupid for asking this question, becasuse it’s embarassing…but yeah. I’m a college age woman, with a nice job, plenty of fiends, a loving husband…and a half dozen or so imaginary friends. I know they aren’t real…but they’re a nice stem against loneliness sometimes. I don’t like being by myself, you see. So sometimes it’s nice to imagine a friend over to cook with, or sew with, or any of the other activities none of my friends enjoy. I don’t come from the best family. my parents weren’t really around, and I don’t have a relationship with either. My dad…I know he loved me, but he was emotionally neglectful and abusive, and rarely showed any affection. We don’t speak much now. It’s nice to imagine a fatherly figure, a loving, devoutly Catholic one, encouraging me to wake up for Mass even when I’m tired, someone to pray with when I have no one around who shares my faith…it’s comforting, a way to cope…I don’t know why I would think it is somehow sinful or disrespectful, but I guess somehow in my mind, odd equals, somehow, wrong…