In Company of Wolves [a rendition of Little Red Riding Hood and the film]

Once upon a time in the far away woods of Navire lived an elderly woman many called Granny. Granny knew all about the woods. She knew about which berries to eat, what streams to drink from and all of the creatures that inhabited it. Granny had also lived for many years within that wood and had birthed many children, who in turn, had birthed many children.
Granny had a favorite of these children; a young girl by the name of Rosaline. Now Rosaline was much like the other girls, with fair skin and fair judgment but she was also very unlike the other girls. She, unlike her sisters and cousins, was fearless. Whether it was a spider that fell upon her lap or a goose that chased after her she did not fear them. She would gently scoot the spider aside or grab the goose by the neck and toss it across the yard for her heart was strong.
Many a time Rosaline impressed her Granny with her fearlessness and so Granny treated her better than the others. She often sent for Rosaline and the young girl would skip along the forest path to her Granny’s home deep in those frightening woods with her basket tucked underneath her arm.
On one such of these occasions when Rosaline was skipping along the forest path to her Granny’s home she paused for a moment to ponder a rose growing at the side of the road.
“What a beautiful flower with thorns and brush,
I am in no rush,
I shall pick this rose for my Granny,
For I am sure she has not seen many.”
So Rosaline, with nimble fingers slowly dissected the single bright red rose from the bush. As she began softly tucking it within her wicker basket she became aware of a figure standing within the woods, just a bit farther off the path.
She had been told many times not to stray from the path, for the monsters lurk within every shadow of every tree and would love the chance to steal away such a young and fair girl and Rosaline would never have left the path if she had been able to see the figure. But no matter how many times she strained her eyes and held her hand above her brow to block the light out she was still unable to make the shadowy figure out.
With soft foot steps she made her way off the path and in to the wood. Each step brought her closer to the figure that seemed to stand tall against the blackness of the undergrowth.
“Sir or madam, why do you stand in the shadows?” Rosaline softly called out. The figure moved a step towards her in response.
“I did not mean to frighten you,
For as you can see it is true,
I have lost my clothing in the woods,
And I would be ever so gracious if I could borrow your hood.”
Rosaline could see now the figure of a pale woman with not a scrap of clothing upon her. The young girl did not stop to ponder for a moment where the woman’s clothes had gone to and quickly untied the shoal from her shoulders and handed it to the woman. Gratefully the lady wrapped the red cloak about herself and smiled sweetly at Rosaline, her teeth a pale crescent.
“I will not forget your kindness soon, Young One.” With that the mysterious woman left Rosaline’s sights and she began again on her journey to her Granny’s house.
With no more events Rosaline made it safely to her Granny’s and upon entering her home and sitting upon the warm hearth took to conversation.
“My sweet Rosaline…” Granny looked upon the girl, “Where has your hood gone to?”
Rosaline looked up at her Granny and told her the story of the woman in the woods. As she finished her tale her Granny looked down at her as if in a state of shock and worry.
“Oh my sweet Rosaline,
I beg you come near,
For it is dire you hear my tale.”
With hands wringing in worry her Granny began to weave a tale for her, as she often did. This one began with a woman, happily married to a traveling man. The night of their marriage, as they began to lay with each other the man became struck with a fever. He told his wife that it was merely the call of nature and took quickly to the outside. The woman waited, and waited, and waited for him to come back inside but never did he return.
Not until many moons later, after they had declared him eaten by the creatures of the night, did she find love with another man. This man brought her many children and she tried hard to live happily, as a married woman ought to. One night whilst her husband was out there came a rapping at the door. As she opened the door she was dumb struck to see the sight of her former husband standing before her. He voraciously made his way in to the home and sat at the table, demanding a meal.
The woman, unable to comprehend what was before her, busied herself with feeding him. After he had had his fill he turned to see the sight of the children and with anger flaring up within him he stood and growled viciously at the woman. His eyes turned gold, his skin became matted with fur, and his snarls were that of a beasts.
Before her very eyes the woman watched him turn in to the very enemy of all the people in that land- a wolf. His snarls were vicious and just as he leaped to clamp his jaws round her throat her husband came in from chopping wood and lobed the head of the wolf clean off its body. As blood began to spill across the floor of their home the body of the wolf changed before their very eyes to that of a mans. Horrified, the couple took the corpse outside and burnt it. They lived happily ever after.
Her Granny looked down at Rosaline, a great amount of wisdom in her eyes. Rosaline was unsure of why her Granny had told her that story but she knew that if her Granny had told it then it was important.
“Today my dear Rosaline,
You encountered a beast,
Not a beast on the outside,
But a beast on the inside.
Forever take caution dearest,
Do not stray from the path.”
With those softly told words Granny made her way to bed. Rosaline curled her body up near the fire and as she pondered the story slowly fell asleep. Just as sleep took her she was certain she could hear the baying of the wolves outside and was grateful for the walls that surrounded her that night.
The next morning Granny was up with the sun and Rosaline was by her side. In the garden she helped her tend to the vegetables and flowers, listening to sounds of the birds greeting the morning daylight.
As the sun became hot on their skin Granny went in to fetch them something cool to drink leaving Rosaline alone in the garden. As the girl sat up to stretch her back she noticed something in the forest. As she looked a bit harder she realized that she could make out the bright red hood she had loaned the mysterious woman in the woods the other day. It swayed gently in the wind, caught by the branches of a tree.
Without a second thought Rosaline quickly made her way to the hood, happy that it would be hers once more. As she reached her hands out to grasp it a voice spoke to her from the shadow of the tree.
“Your kindness was not forgotten Young One.” Rosaline turned quickly, shocked to see the woman standing near her. After hearing her Granny’s tale she shied away from the woman, unable to think of what to do.
“My Granny told me of your kind.” At the girls words the womans mouth twisted slowly in to a smile, her teeth a pure white in the trees shade.
“And yet I do not smell fear,
Are you not frightened Young One?”
Rosaline stopped to ponder her feelings for a moment before responding, “I am not.”
The woman took a few steps towards Rosaline, her body still naked, until she was a few inches away from the girl.
“And why is that?” Rosaline looked up in to the womans golden eyes.
“If you were truly a beast of the wood,
you would have devoured me the other day.” Slowly the woman raised her hand and cupped Rosaline’s chin, locking their gazes.
“We are so often abused,
Your tales are so cruel to my kind,
It is quite easing to find,
A girl such as yourself with an open mind.” Rosaline suddenly found herself unable to break gazes with the woman, she felt herself getting lost in the bright golden colors.
“Why have you not devoured me yet, Wolf?” The woman’s smile softened at the young girl.
“Why devour what I have so hopelessly fallen in love with?”
The girl, shocked, stood at the mercy of the woman. Granny’s story had shielded Rosaline’s mind from wanting to believe the wolf but had neglected to shield her heart. Hopelessly her mind warred with the ever building tension in her young heart as the woman leaned close and kissed her softly.
As their lips touched Rosaline gave way to the woman and moved with her in to the shade of the forest. Their love making was hurried and rough and by the time they had finished Rosaline’s back was bloody from the scratches and bites she had endured. With a forlorn sigh and kiss the lovers parted ways, the woman to the safety of the woods and Rosaline back to her Granny’s.
Granny had only been mildly worried by Rosaline’s disappearance for the girl was often easily distracted and would wander off but as Rosaline approached her Granny the old woman intuitively felt something was awry. The young girl seemed far to exhausted for a girl of her age and wrapped around her body was the red hood she had given to the stranger the other day.
“Where have you been, Rosaline?
Where did you fetch your hood from, Rosaline?
Where has your energy gone to, Rosaline?” The girl stumbled in to the garden, obviously flustered.
“I saw red in the forest,
When I got closer I noticed it was my hood,
It was far in to the wood.” Granny narrowed her gaze at the girl.
“I feel it best for you to go home.” Granny quickly grabbed her walking stick from inside her home and ushered Rosaline along the path back to her parents home. The old woman knew Rosaline would be safer with her parents then within the woods. Anything to make it harder for the wolf to get to the young girl that Granny found so precious.
When Rosaline was safely tucked within her bed for the night and Granny was sitting close to her son she whispered softly to him of what had happened to the young girl.
“You must keep the doors locked,
You must keep Rosaline inside,
You must keep that wolf away from her,
Lest you want your daughter devoured.”
The son, hearing his mothers words and taking them to heart, went about barring the doors and windows not once, not twice but thrice times. After he was content that his home was a fortress he took his gun and loaded it earnestly then sat facing the door. He would never allow a beast such as this to take his precious daughter from him.
As her father made a fortress of their home Rosaline watched on, her heart aching deep within her chest. She knew her father would not understand her feelings and as she thought about the woman tears welled up in her eyes. For the first time in her life she was afraid, not for herself, but for the woman she had fallen in love with.
As nightfall hit and the moon rose high above the tree tops there came a drawn out howl from the depths of the woods. The sound woke Rosaline from her sleep in a heat. Her heartbeat became fast, she began sweating heavily and her whole body ached. Before she could contain herself she was howling in reply and her parents rushed to her room, her father holding the gun in front of him.
Rosaline was unable to contain the feelings and as her mother crouched beside her, shaking her frantically, she saw the scratches and bites on her daughters body. As if Rosaline were infected the woman recoiled and darted behind her husband, exclaiming about the wounds. As his daughter slowly started to become a wolf he made up his mind and pointed  the gun at his beloved daughter. Just as he pulled the trigger jaws clamped on to his ankle and violently shook him so that his shot missed.
Rosaline, now a wolf, quickly came to her senses and darted past her parents and out of their home. As the sights and smells of the woods greeted her in her new form she looked beside her and saw the woman, an elegant wolf.
Together they loped off in to the woods and there they lived happily ever after.

What Scares Me The Most

I apologize right now because I have yet to know what I will write, but I know it will not be pretty because today I was in awe and shock.

A girl that I had been fond of [no, not the girl I’m in love with] did something I did not think still existed in this day and age. She looked different to me as I walked past her the first time; she was now wearing an ankle length skirt instead of her usual pants. Her face seemed… untroubled. I approached her and asked and she responded by saying she had been “saved” at church. As I looked in her eyes I could see she was no longer the girl I had been with just a few weeks before.

To say the least I’ve been near tears about it all day. It… Set off a lot of thinking on my part and I feel the need to get it all out, to ponder my own questions as much as give you something to ponder yourself.

It bothers me. Why does it bother me? I feel almost betrayed that someone I had linked so closely with [a girl especially] suddenly turned her eyes to God and took in everything, purging herself of emotion almost. I feel now that if I go near her I might be condemned, hated for something I am, hated for something she –was-. But I will face this straight on, because I don’t know the entire story. I want to know it, so what better way to find out then ask?

It’s just the thought that sets me off though. It makes me uncomfortable that people can be so easily swayed. Maybe in this situation it is I who am the ignorant one. Maybe she did hear the voice of God; maybe she was “saved”. I do not know the inner workings of her church and have no place to judge what she chooses for herself.

Doesn’t make it any less unsettling though. There are people who believe that what is going to happen in 2012 is the Rapture. What will happen when it starts getting closer? Will people suddenly feel the need to free themselves of their sins and want to be saved? How big of an increase in faith will there be?

Let us just pretend that there is an increase, a drastic one. Do you think the church would stay dormant? I doubt it. Catholics, the Roman Church, has always been power hungry. Look at the Crusades, the Purges in England, the Spanish Inquisition, the Purges here in America even due to the protestant faith. So many people were killed because of their beliefs, their ways of life. Gypsies were killed for being “witches”, gays and lesbians were killed along with them and then anyone that stood in their way were taken out in the name of “God”.

I appreciate the fact that not all people see religion this way. They practice their faith with an open heart and mind and cherish those around them with all the love they have. There are those that have been “saved” from a life of corruption thanks to their faith in God. But shouldn’t that be what religion is about? Not discrimination based on who you love, where you live, what you believe in. Your “God” should lead you to live a life of love and happiness not aggression towards what you don’t understand.

In a roundabout way I suppose seeing the girl change so suddenly reminded me of the corruption within my Love’s family because of religion. At some point I’ll just have to be truthful with myself.

I’m scared of religion. I’m scared about how devout some are. I’m scared for myself and for those that I love. I could have been somewhere much better right now if religion hadn’t been the main focus of my Love’s parents. The Bible condemns homosexuals. What am I to do?

I can’t change. For anyone who is gay you’d understand that there is no way to deny it. Yes, I could live a life LYING to myself about my sexuality but all that ever leads to his heartache and emotional pain. Not even the most devout would want to feel that, why condemn those who only do what’s right for themselves?

After all, so sayeth my cousin, homosexuals are the world’s solution for overpopulation. Go Mother Nature!

My Resolution

As the time counted down and people drank deeper of the alcohol everyone became aware of the massive change, the shifting of a few numbers in the date. So many decide they want to make a New Year’s resolution, something to work towards.

That’s what some people need sometimes. They need something big to make them work. For some it’s time to stop smoking, time to stop drinking. Just one last one before the ten seconds is over and the ball drops. It’s been shown that a lot of these “promises” never make it and there have been people on the news trying to give advice on how to make them work, how to pull through. The honest truth is that if you don’t have the heart for it, there’s no chance of really fulfilling it.

It’s why I’ve never really made a point of making a resolution. Right now there is nothing I can do to change where I’m at. For once I’m at a good weight and good grades, which has really been the only thing I care about. The one thing I need though is not something I can have. I refuse to make a promise to myself to gain something that I know I cannot achieve.

Which leaves to wonder why people even try to make a promise to themselves that most of the time they know they cannot uphold. Simply put, it is hope.

During these times where people are so close to the prospect of suicide, money is hard to come by and so many people are jobless it’s easy to see why there is need for hope. So many are looking forward to this next year in vain “hope” that something will be different.

But will it? I feel as if looking at this new space of time for me to live through that nothing great is to come. It’s so large, so vast, that who is to say what will happen? My class in high school graduates in May and then I’m back to school in another 3 months, going to Arizona State University. That’s all I see, that’s all I know because everyone’s future is a mystery. For all anyone knows that appointment they have with the doctor the next day could get rescheduled, your grades could drop so low that you have to watch the rest of your class graduate before you.

This mystery frightens. No one is omniscient enough to know what comes in the next year. Will you still be alive? Will you meet the person of your dreams? Will you get through school? It’s all one big question that we do not have the answer for and I myself dislike the prospect of something being out of my control.

A long time ago I realized I just have to deal with time. I exist, it exists. Live for the moment because tomorrow is another day, tomorrow could be the day you die even. Though, in retrospect, this has gotten me in trouble. Living for the moment got me where I am today. Do I regret it? No. I did not miss one opportunity all last year and for that I have no regret.

And regret is a sin upon your soul, it is the cause of rot and decay in any person.

Definition Essay on the word “Obsession”

[This essay was done for my English 101 class and had to be 1000 words long. Though during sometimes the writing might seem forced and dry it was because I was struggling to get enough material to get a good grade. I received a 94.0% on it and I felt that at the end of the semester this was my best piece of writing for the class.]

Peeling the Onion

As the class went to pick their words from the list given to us I was overjoyed to see the word “obsession” on the list. This word has great meaning for me, it is a word that I have used many times to relate with something I feel or know. As I watched the others struggle for a chance to sign their names away, I was content with what I had gotten. It occurred to me later on that week that we had all chosen the words closest to ourselves. They must have jumped from the page for everyone else like it did for me and the others must have felt the same compelling feeling I had felt when they signed their name, half aware of the meaning behind the word. Unlike the others I was prepared for this word because “Passion is a positive obsession. Obsession is a negative passion.”

Obsession seems so plain and so easy but as I sat back to think about it, there were so many interpretations, just like Paul Carvel’s interpretation a few sentences before. There was the love obsession I read about while on Wikipedia.org. There is the obsession that is so closely tied with addiction, because isn’t obsession really the preface to addiction?

That is where I will first start. There is a difference between obsession and addiction and it must be stated early on so that I do not have readers wondering whether I am talking about addiction or obsession [for I will obviously be talking about obsession].

Obsession is “the domination of one’s thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, etc.” where as addiction is “the state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming, as narcotics, to such an extent that its cessation causes severe trauma”. So it is seen that although they are very closely linked they are not the same and shall never be.

There is a time when obsession comes. It is like a cuckoo, nesting in other emotions and then at any time it can spring forth and eat away at the inhabitant’s heart, mind and soul. Emotions like hate, anger, jealousy, and even love are some of obsessions favorite breeding grounds. Let us take jealousy, for instance. When one feels jealousy towards a person it can become dangerous. A girl sees her boyfriend talking and flirting with another girl, when this jealousy is born there is some obsession along with it. Rarely is obsession more than a piggy back emotion where as addiction is a flow blown effect on its own. Obsession piggy backs on addiction as well, though close in meanings, addiction is the real possessor.

In the rare cases that obsession is more than a parallel emotion it becomes a beast all in itself. It rips at ones heart and clouds your judgment. The obsessed feels that the only important thing in their life is the obsession and when one does not fulfill this need…  it has adverse effects.

In one situation there are two people in love. As their love becomes more fruitful and they feel the need to be with each other, they are cut off. Their contact is limited; they are banned forever from one another like Romeo and Juliet. It is only a matter of time before obsession sets in. They were unable to complete the love they felt for each other like a half ripened fruit sitting within their hearts it starts to rot and become painful.

Suddenly they are unafraid of the rules as obsession takes complete control over them, because they are now obsessed with the idea of having each other. They begin to talk, to have midnight endeavors and then suddenly it becomes a problem. Breaking rules is only a side effect of the curse and it is obvious at this point that there will be a chain reaction because breaking rules leads to consequences. In Romeo and Juliet the breaking of rules due to obsession eventually leads to their deaths.

With this situation fresh in our minds let us take a look at obsession when we ourselves have felt it, because obsession is much like an onion. There are many layers because it is not an emotion, it is a feeling. It is not born by itself, it is born from the person and more precisely it is born from that person’s wants and needs. In the end, humans are lustful creatures and we all have needs and wants and therefore we all have obsession. That sexy vehicle you’ve always wanted is exactly that. It is a want and therefore it is an obsession.

Power is something else we do not understand about it. Since obsession takes root so easily it can quickly spread to become something more. It is a disease that opens the heart to infection and makes it prone to diseases far worse than itself. Therefore it is not something to merely play with because when it is enticed or excited it will grow and grow until it’s growth can only bring out the worst in a person.

It is the preface. It is the epilogue and many stories have woven it in to their texts. Men fight through fire and flame to gain a damsels hand in marriage. A teenager fights the need of narcotics. A young entrepreneur finds that passion with the root of obsession leads him to become world renowned and wealthy. So it seems that when we have peeled the onion we are left with a paradox and that obsession is still as much of a mystery as it was in the beginning.

A small look at the world

I still have yet to understand the sheer amount of emotion in this world. During our life times we’re expected to feel all of it. Taste sorrow, know pain, experience pleasure… yet do we ever accomplish the feat of it?

It could be by miracle. The wonder of seeing your first born child come in to the world, that all powerful experience. But some do not take it this way. They look upon the creature, bloodied and matted and feel some sort of shock or displeasure.

But this is the curse of humanity. We grew, from whatever we grew from, to feel emotion. It is what supposedly separates us from the animals that linger beside us, longing to get a scrap from the dinner table. Who are we to judge what something else can and cannot feel?

We look on the world, with a feeling mixed with empathy and apathy. The great fusion of two completely separate emotions. Two ends of the spectrum coming together to make humanity what is it; a moving, living, entity all to itself.

It would be impossible, for any person, to look upon the world and everything within it, every person and animal and feel to them like they would their own child. It’s our extent which is limited; we were not built for such deeds.

So, it leaves me to wonder, that on the home front, there are reasons for what parents do to their children. Whether by some accident or incident it is seen sometimes that parents turn their backs on their own children as if to say, “You were a mistake, why should I treat you well?” but that has much to do with the parent themselves and the deeper animalistic tendencies everyone has, but feels they must deny [for our society has raised “higher beings” or so we’re told].

Take a look at the murderers, the drug users, the prostitutes. People who have opened themselves up to this “inner beast” and feel pleasure that others may not. We live our lives afraid of this pleasure, unaccustomed to its sting and addictive traits. Those who would at other times be diligent, masculine and pure turn their eyes away from the rights and wrongs and plunge straight in to the addiction. It’s powerful. There is no denying this fact. So it takes those, strong of will and mind, to overcome it.

This is not to say that those of us who are weak and frail do not stand a chance against it. Humans have an advantage over this beast- power in numbers. Often enough times we see animals clump together in the wild. Wolfs have packs, cows have herds and lions have prides. What do humans have? Society. Now, for a second, we ponder the meaning of “society”. Such a dark word at times but this clumping of humans has its good and bad traits.

Often we see humans blame society for their problems. On the news, in everyday discussion and sometimes even in our own homes we hear about it, how murder happens because of society, how suicide happens because of –society-. The only explanation for this blame game is the people themselves who overlook the smaller details and decide it’s easier to point their finger at a large ominous word.

That’s not to say that in some way society really isn’t to blame for some of these incidents. When we start to lose our identity as a being we begin to act out, search for ways to be noticed. Some people crave attention; need it, like how an animal struggles to find food to survive. And when you crave something, desire something so greatly… that’s when things begin to get out of hand.

Though there is this great schism of personality and individual responsibility in a society, there are ways this enormous word does well for us.

Humans need other humans. We have found in studies that people who go long enough without attention become insane, driven mad from solitary confinement. There is a deeper need within us for physical contact with the world and society brings this to us. Through city programs, schools for children and homes for the elderly we see how society brings us closer to each other and we begin to learn our length of compassion.

So it seems that in the end, we have been wrong all along. We point at nothing, yell at nothing and argue with nothing because on a large scale – we are nothing.

Lovely World

You would’ve thought that a long time ago I would’ve realized the answers to the questions I’ve been asking recently. Why is being homosexual bad?….

Maybe for any normal straight person it’s an odd question. Maybe even easy for them to answer. “Because God condemns it”, they’ll say. And it strikes me like someone punching me square in the face. Hah, and almost everyone will think I’m writing this to stand up for homosexuals just because I am one. That’s not necessarily the truth. I’m standing up for something that is not understood for the sheer fact that the people who fight it are blind to the obvious…..

I felt like writing an essay recently, I feel this will do that best. To elaborate on religion. Though now that I think about it I’ve done this before. Maybe this time I want to shove it in someone’s face, make them see it, make them understand. It’ll never happen though. My myspace blog is a bit… unread *chuckles*…..

Religion is the steady beam in the life of civilization. Since the beginning not one part of human race was without it’s “God” or “Gods”. This is for the fact that, as I’ve stated before, man is an animal. And all animals must be trained with good beliefs or they will lead a life not best suited for the rest of its kind. Humans are so fickle and easily swayed that it’s no wonder that we need the company of an unseen force, we need the existence of something all powerful. Without it… hah, this world would have burnt down long ago…..

That does not mean that I want religion to exist. I do and don’t. I don’t want one part of Christianity [Catholicism] to exist for the fact that it has ripped my life to shreds more then once…..

I lost belief in “God” a long time ago. I prayed, every once and a while I attended church, but never once did I “feel” the presence. He just did not exist in my small child life so of course when something came along that was far more real I looked away from “God” and at something else. I will not elaborate…..

I know my mythology and it’s so… odd that during the time in which the bible was written there was open homosexual relationships. Rome, people, was not exactly homosexual free. Neither was Greece or Egypt. It’s still customary in places of Islam and Afghanistan for a father to molest his sons as a way of… passage in to manhood. ….

Let us not also forget that the bible was written by MAN. Is not man prone to lying? Is man not prone to temptation? Even if God did speak to the most holy of mankind do you think they would give up the chance to write something so influential as the BIBLE without changing some things to their advantage?….

I find it offensive especially that during one of the stories in the old testaments [I think] that a man would rather have his maids DIE then have a homosexual encounter so that he could stay PURE with God. If I were him, I wouldn’t want the thoughts of people dying on my conscience; I would’ve bent over and taken it to save someone’s life. ….

*shakes head* Religion is the world’s horse blinders. People who were raised with it will not even LOOK at someone who does something against those words [if they truly believe in everything]. Let’s take my most recent Lover, eh? [I don’t care if you find this, one day you will choke on your holy scripture as you swallow it down]. When her parents found out that she was having a relationship with me [ME, I don’t do drugs, I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, I hardly ever do anything stupid, I get great grades, I’m going to college even] they did everything in their power to keep her away from me. They have even recently decided to send her to a new school. Her parents believe she has no morals for choosing to be with someone like “me” just because when I was born I didn’t have a penis…..

What angers me the most is that they approved of a boy for her to date at one point who I know does way more than smoke pot and who gets in tons of trouble. Sorry, is it just me or is there something wrong with this?….

They did at one point try to cover it up by saying it was the “age difference”. I’m seventeen going on eighteen and she just turned fifteen. There’s maybe a three year difference? It was never about my age, I knew that, and that’s why I did everything to fight it. Why should I have to give up the person I love just because her parents don’t think it’s morally correct? Oh, wait, I live in Arizona. It doesn’t matter what she says, her parents have ultimate say until she’s sixteen. ….

I don’t want to cause any trouble *mischievous grin* if I really wanted to shake things up I’d post her parents email in this blog and see what comes of it. ….

If Esmeralda and Pablo ever catch wind of this, I have something for you two to read [other than all the emails and text messages you read of your daughters, you’d think that after reading those you’d realize I was doing her some good]. ….

She is your DAUGHTER. No matter what choices she makes in life you should be right beside her. You have battered and bruised her mentally and physically [oh yeah, I heard about that] and look at where she is. You haven’t changed her. If there’s one thing you should’ve already known at this point in life is that you can’t make someone change unless they want to. You can take us away from each other, get rid of the contact, and never let us see each other but you know what? You can’t get rid of our love. That was never yours to take. Maybe you should take a step back, push aside your “morals” and realize the fact that your daughter can hardly think straight because of what you’ve done. You’ve traumatized her. It is, and always will be, your fault. I hope you enjoy the choices you made…..

As for everyone else [who cares to read this] leave a comment with questions, and or comments. If you want the parents email let me know [*laughs*] though I doubt I’ll give it out.