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Aly I was 12 when my father died; my 17 year old sister ran away and got married 6 months later because she was into drugs and sex.
Did my mom get protective of me then? Oh yeah. I never even dated until I went off to college. (dating meaning going with one guy. I was certainly allowed from age 15 to go out with friends but it had to be at least 3 others and I had to tell her where I was going–and this was before cell phones.
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And you know what? She was right. There were a lot of bad people out there along with the good. And when you don’t have a father around to influence and guide you, it is harder to judge guys. It really is. Every time that I went against her advice or her ‘rules’ or thought that I knew better than some musty old book, I wound up worse off in the end. Even if sometimes things were really cool or I felt really good–it never lasted because it wasn’t built on reality–it wasn’t built on firm goodness, faith, and truth. And when I would break up with a guy I would feel even more worthless because I had done what ‘society’ said was right. I had played by all the rules–why wasn’t I getting what society said everybody else had–lots of carefree sex, handsome men, and fun-fun-fun?
I want to tell you this because if it helps keep you from suffering even the littlest bit of the pain and the hurt and the evil that I went through, it will be worth it.
You deserve so much better than this empty lie the world is trying to sell you, that you’re ‘just’ for pleasure and enjoyment and material stuff, and that nothing else matters.
God bless.
Did my mom get protective of me then? Oh yeah. I never even dated until I went off to college. (dating meaning going with one guy. I was certainly allowed from age 15 to go out with friends but it had to be at least 3 others and I had to tell her where I was going–and this was before cell phones.
And you know what? She was right. There were a lot of bad people out there along with the good. And when you don’t have a father around to influence and guide you, it is harder to judge guys. It really is. Every time that I went against her advice or her ‘rules’ or thought that I knew better than some musty old book, I wound up worse off in the end. Even if sometimes things were really cool or I felt really good–it never lasted because it wasn’t built on reality–it wasn’t built on firm goodness, faith, and truth. And when I would break up with a guy I would feel even more worthless because I had done what ‘society’ said was right. I had played by all the rules–why wasn’t I getting what society said everybody else had–lots of carefree sex, handsome men, and fun-fun-fun?
I want to tell you this because if it helps keep you from suffering even the littlest bit of the pain and the hurt and the evil that I went through, it will be worth it.
You deserve so much better than this empty lie the world is trying to sell you, that you’re ‘just’ for pleasure and enjoyment and material stuff, and that nothing else matters.
God bless.