Wow…. someones bitter. (thank you, captain obvious)

Well, you’ve asked for comments, a rare moment in your life. And I can only be too glad at the oppertunity to open up my thoughts.

Firstly, I think you have been long overdue for a heartfelt hug, your aggrivation shows that. Even if many people disagree with you, there’s always someone that will still be there that CAN understand you… .(for a moment I feel like I should be speaking to myself on this….sorry, my mind wanders)

(and let me appologize in advance for my grammer, as you’ve no doubt already spotted four or more mistakes that I don’t recognize.)

Now then…

We’ve talked before of Leigh’s additude (sorry that I don’t refer to her as Charleigh, I just have never referred to her as such very often). From her open, “give all to all who’d so take” idea of love (and the overuse of such words, begetting a meager meaning). Talking to her myself at times I do often feel that undercurrent of hers that makes me want to slap her and shout, “Wake up! The flowers won’t bloom if you never sow the seeds!”

Yet now, she’s finally sewn the seed of what could be her coming unto herself….. and she’s negleted to water it.

You know my attitude towards someone who is not ture unto themselves. And if Leigh believed that coming out would be the end of everything, particualarly if she KNOWS how her parents act. Then she was extremely nieve.

She’s simply begun the first battle, and yet not care to win the war. I’ve never met her parents, and my only memory of them is that (pardon my sarcasm) loving, warm, christian message they left me on my phone (considering they’ve never met me and have the predisposition to assume I’m all hellfire and pitchforks, for them to say that to me and yet I wasn’t even MENTIONED in the letter…. I have some feeling that who I am was mentioned to them somehow by Leigh, excuse me for going off on a tangent). I’ll tell you I’m not fond to ever meet them. I do pity Leigh for being fated to live with such stone goliaths. But nothing is stopping her from being her own David. The paper did nothing but annoy them, now it’s time she learns to throw stones.

The way the letter was written, though I’ve never read it (that being said should I just stop now for risk of writing in ignorance?), if it did do such a thing as mention all the “help” you did for her. Was, in essence (in my opinion), a way for her to share the blame, so that she’d not take the full blow. She knew how her parents would react to something like that, and to say she wanted to be completely honest is simply a cover up (again, my opinion) for what she wanted, an excuse to escape fault. She sacrificed you along with herself, and you made no such consent towards her to do so. I see no right for her to have done that. You are not a scapegoat.

Is she in pain? I’m sure. Was what she did brave? To an extent. If she does not have the male genitallity stuffed up somewhere about those woman parts to continue this fight she started, she should not have started. Now she’s simply under lock and key and she won’t care to pick at the lock. Her spine is broken, as you said, and she needs to know, to learn, that her ideas and her thoughts are not to be controlled. Even if only in secret, I hope she holds onto her truth. If (and this is the sad part because I believe it is happening) she allows her toughts, her actions, and her ideas to be manhandled by her parents (and I say this meaning what she feels and thinks, not what is percieved, one can pray and not believe just as one can obey and not agree, her true thoughts should not be controlled) she will never be satisfied with what she becomes. She’ll be her parents child, yes, but she will not be her own woman. She will be afraid and she will be a shadow of what she could be. When she hid you, she was controlled. I think she still is.

I will end this now, it’s become about as long as your blog itself, by saying thus.

She is a deep rooted, and deeply troubled character in your story (and a side character in mine). She approches her climax and it is up to her if she’ll break free of her own chains, or allow them to remain teathered to her wrists and neck. So much like the devil tarot card… she can break free, but we cannot do it for her. She has my sympathy, but not my pity.

And yes, I do understand.

-Daniel

I LOVE YOU FRAGA

Love ya kiddo,
FRAGA

In His Steps, and With His Love,
TCHAU!!!!!! (That was so my formal…..ugh what’s the word??? Thing you end a letter with….salutation? anywho yeah LOL)
FRAGA

ohhhohohoh… Regina will be beyond great… take a tissue or two, we’ll be needing them certainly.

I myself have a week before I need to need to return “Light Before Day” to the library… so I need to smash on the last 100 or so pages to read. It’s so great to find a book whose author thinks the similarly to you.

…devotional book…?

As for a conversation, you have more then enough options for that, me included.

Much love as always.

FRAGA