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Unbelievable.
I mean really.
I heard about in elementary school... but never really fathomed it to be a reality... until she sat on my couch explaining her story to me, while I did everything in my might to fight the festered tears back into my eyes while she told it.
I went out with a group of people from the restaurant last night. We all got pretty shitty and then went to my house once the bars closed down.
We shot pool, smoked pot... just chilled out.
Around 3 everyone left, except this one chic that wanted to stay and make rice-a-roni with me.
And no... I'm not looking for a piece of ass at this point. While she's a big sweetheart... I think she probably weighs about 160.
She used to not weight that much. She's 19 now. When she was 16 she was 105. Skinny. The chic is pretty, I'll give it to her... if she lost some weight... she'd be good to go.
Anywho... we're sitting on my couch eating our rice-a-roni and we start talking about her weight problem.
This incident will probably make me be able to stop judging fat people for being fat. While some people are truly just undisciplined fat little piggy's...
Some, like the girl that sat on my couch last night explained that she gained weight for a reason. As a shield.
Her reason was so that her grandfather, her dad's father, would stop molesting / raping her.
Grandparent's actually do this kind of thing?!?!?!
The people that you are supposed to be able to believe in, support, and most importantly trust do this type of thing?
Her story, which happened for two years, up until 3 years ago when she told her dad what had been happening makes me wonder how many people I come in contact with that have similar stories of betrayal of trust from a family member.
My dad would be knocked dead off his ass on the spot.
The courts couldn't prosecute because of lack of physical evidence. Her grandpa continues to live a free man just four or five miles from her.
These types of stories, the ones that are always kept a secret, as he of course told her to keep it as... they make me wonder about the people that end up living a turmoiled life. The bitter old men we meet... the secrets they keep... the seriously ill old people that just can't die no matter how ill they get... living in constant pain... I hope that is a result of karma for these situations.
Situations such as these also make me want to believe that we can all rely on the white throne judgement.
First, we'd watch the life of my-coworker. We'd see firsthand what happened to her and the hands of her own grandfather. We'd feel the hate that she festers inside herself for him. We'd understand why she gained 50 pounds.
Then we would watch the old man's life.
We'd see what he did to her again, firsthand.
But before we did, we'd see what he felt, and what things in his life took place that made him decide to do what he did.
What made him end up molesting / raping his 16 year old granddaughter?
We don't know. We can only say that he is a sick old man.
But why? Where did it come from?
As I've said many times, once we understand a man we can no longer feel hatred for a being. Once we understand him, we can forgive him... no matter how terrible his act.
My fear is that he experiened a similar experience at a young age from someone he once trusted as a child.
We'd see all the hurt in this boy. No longer a perverted old man that raped his granddaughter, but a poor little boy being ravaged in his anal tube by someone he was supposed to be able to trust.
It's the hardest thing to admit as a human... but the people we hate, are simply, the people we don't understand.
I could never justify his actions. Nobody can. It's wrong as wrong can be.
But it is just my guess that there is more hurt in that old man than anyone could possibly know. While it doesn't make his actions right in any way... a viewing of his life would probably explain why he is sick.
You don't wake up one day and find your granddaughter suddenly attractive. There are roots behind the actions that we as humans can not see.
I wonder how many people reading this were abused.
I also wonder how many people on this board have abused someone.
I also wonder how many people reading this board are currently being abused, but have never said anything to anyone about it.
Unfortunately, I'm sure the answer isn't 0.
It's amazing this world.
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I mean really.
I heard about in elementary school... but never really fathomed it to be a reality... until she sat on my couch explaining her story to me, while I did everything in my might to fight the festered tears back into my eyes while she told it.
I went out with a group of people from the restaurant last night. We all got pretty shitty and then went to my house once the bars closed down.
We shot pool, smoked pot... just chilled out.
Around 3 everyone left, except this one chic that wanted to stay and make rice-a-roni with me.
And no... I'm not looking for a piece of ass at this point. While she's a big sweetheart... I think she probably weighs about 160.
She used to not weight that much. She's 19 now. When she was 16 she was 105. Skinny. The chic is pretty, I'll give it to her... if she lost some weight... she'd be good to go.
Anywho... we're sitting on my couch eating our rice-a-roni and we start talking about her weight problem.
This incident will probably make me be able to stop judging fat people for being fat. While some people are truly just undisciplined fat little piggy's...
Some, like the girl that sat on my couch last night explained that she gained weight for a reason. As a shield.
Her reason was so that her grandfather, her dad's father, would stop molesting / raping her.
Grandparent's actually do this kind of thing?!?!?!
The people that you are supposed to be able to believe in, support, and most importantly trust do this type of thing?
Her story, which happened for two years, up until 3 years ago when she told her dad what had been happening makes me wonder how many people I come in contact with that have similar stories of betrayal of trust from a family member.
My dad would be knocked dead off his ass on the spot.
The courts couldn't prosecute because of lack of physical evidence. Her grandpa continues to live a free man just four or five miles from her.
These types of stories, the ones that are always kept a secret, as he of course told her to keep it as... they make me wonder about the people that end up living a turmoiled life. The bitter old men we meet... the secrets they keep... the seriously ill old people that just can't die no matter how ill they get... living in constant pain... I hope that is a result of karma for these situations.
Situations such as these also make me want to believe that we can all rely on the white throne judgement.
First, we'd watch the life of my-coworker. We'd see firsthand what happened to her and the hands of her own grandfather. We'd feel the hate that she festers inside herself for him. We'd understand why she gained 50 pounds.
Then we would watch the old man's life.
We'd see what he did to her again, firsthand.
But before we did, we'd see what he felt, and what things in his life took place that made him decide to do what he did.
What made him end up molesting / raping his 16 year old granddaughter?
We don't know. We can only say that he is a sick old man.
But why? Where did it come from?
As I've said many times, once we understand a man we can no longer feel hatred for a being. Once we understand him, we can forgive him... no matter how terrible his act.
My fear is that he experiened a similar experience at a young age from someone he once trusted as a child.
We'd see all the hurt in this boy. No longer a perverted old man that raped his granddaughter, but a poor little boy being ravaged in his anal tube by someone he was supposed to be able to trust.
It's the hardest thing to admit as a human... but the people we hate, are simply, the people we don't understand.
I could never justify his actions. Nobody can. It's wrong as wrong can be.
But it is just my guess that there is more hurt in that old man than anyone could possibly know. While it doesn't make his actions right in any way... a viewing of his life would probably explain why he is sick.
You don't wake up one day and find your granddaughter suddenly attractive. There are roots behind the actions that we as humans can not see.
I wonder how many people reading this were abused.
I also wonder how many people on this board have abused someone.
I also wonder how many people reading this board are currently being abused, but have never said anything to anyone about it.
Unfortunately, I'm sure the answer isn't 0.
It's amazing this world.
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