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Stories of Old

April 2006


The Mountain's Secret
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Name: Marie
aka: CityKat
aka: Bubbles
Age: 18 - eek! I'm old...
Birthday: December 13
Zodiac: Sagittarius
Location: The box that is campus.
Loves: RH;MIT, music, friends, the outdoors, all of my hometowns, critters, WAGGGS


Fellow Tin Soldiers
Blog Links

Chicken Soup For The Souless -What goes on in Jesse's brain, nobody knows...
In ThE Tub WiTh SquIsHy -Christina's log, so just keep swimming!.
Lean On Me -Regan's digital and cryonable shoulder.
Manitoulin Wannabe -The heart of the island's where her heart lies.
One Ring... -Ali's blog. Her straight forward is kinda crooked.
Random Thoughts -It’s Jeff! And the voices!.
Searching in the Darkness -Lex's blog, we'll force him to see dawn one of these days.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow -It’s Kuriosity!
Super Spidey -A cookie and a kiss.
The World of Cr0magnus -Tech Reincarnated
Undead and Confused -My favourite Cool Kid!


Moutains and Valleys
Fun Links

Chris's Site -Games, Pics, Jokes... He's got it. And BESS can't get him.
F-Concept! Oi!Oi!Oi! -Leader's only!... okay, and Josh and Bubble!
havesomehats -All I'm saying is; elephants, checkered people, and top hats.
Sinfest -Funny as Hell. Thanks to Lex for getting me hooked.
Too Far North (Awesome)!! -The best band there ever was! (Okay, that might be stetching it, but hey we love you guys!) It consists of a lack of independant brain power and a collective love for music!
Blog Shares -Who's winning today?


Just a little trust and freedom...

Please, let me first apologize to those of you that read this because it has become my place for venting. If you do not know me or do not see me often any more my happiness probably doesn't reach you - I have a perfect life. It's just that perfection has it's flaws. 
 
I remember four years ago, Chelsea's 13th birthday was the day after mine - as was her party. I remember not being allowed to go because there were boys. I remember never having been allowed to have a boy over, they must have had cooties or something - and always dreaming of the parties Chelsea was always throwing with all of our class. I also remember that party, her first co-ed sleepover... and I remember once again not being allowed to attend. Not once did I attend a party with my classmates, because we never seperated ourselves by gender - we were the French Fries and that's all that mattered. 
 
Four years (minus a day) later... I plan a party for my own birthday, my 17th birthday. A bunch of friends over for a party - most of them gone by about 11. A select few sleeping over. I've been reviewing plans with my mom forever. Finally that night comes... 
 
"Is everyone gone that is going home?" 
"Yeap, for the first time on time! If we're too loud just tell me and I'll turn things down." 
... 
"I still hear Dan..." 
"Yeah" 
"He's not staying over is he? You know how I feel... *scowls*" 
"I asked like a month ago and you said it was alright!" 
"Marie" 
"Please mom... does he really need to go home? I can make the call if you want me to." 
"He can stay. *scowling more* but we need to talk in the morning." 
 
I didn't throw a sweet 16 party because I knew she wouldn't approve... I try not to ask for anything that she might even consider saying no to. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs. I'm one of the top of my class, I never skip school, and I'm active in my community. What did I do wrong? I planned it with my mother, I ran all of the plans through her before telling anyone else. 
 
I was in trouble for a month, but I got through that... such a great birthday present. I'll have to remember to thank her for it again. 
 
So now... today... I'm 17, I'm moving out in four months... 
 
"Mom, are we doing anything on the weekend of the 22nd?" 
"Not that I know of, why?" 
"Can we have my envirothon team over so that we can cram for the weekend? I promise we wont be too much of a bother." 
"Sure - that sounds fine. As long as you girls study." 
"Ian and Dan are on the team, is there any chance they can join us? It's not worth it without the whole team." 
"I don't want them over - you know the rules." 
"We're just studying mom... they can sleep upstairs if you really want." 
"No, not in the house." 
"Pitch a tent?" 
"*scowls* Go do the dishes, and don't bother trying - you're being inconsiderate and immature." 
 
I just want to study. I want to study, so that we have a shot at winning... Is it really that big a deal that there are two guys on my team? If we were drinking or doing drugs or something bad-ish I would understand... But it's a bunch of teenagers asking permission to study! 
 
I'm sorry I grew up without a mother. I'm sorry she made up for the missed time with toys and presents. I'm sorry I idolized her. I'm sorry I've lost so many people. I'm sorry the neighbour tried to rape me and my father never believed me. I'm sorry my father left the four year old home alone without saying he was leaving and an old guy walked in and she ran out the back door and got in trouble for hiding at the neighbours. I'm sorry I didn't have a childhood with parental figures. 
 
I'm sorry... For whatever it is I didn't learn as a child. I'm sorry I'm not the angel you wanted. I'm sorry for being a disappointment. I'm sorry for everything. 
 
I'm sorry - for the fact that I am nothing.


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hey, though i do agree with what people(regs/ chris) are saying, i know what its like when the one voice out weighs all others, and i know what its like to dissapoint the one, the only one that you've tried to be perfect for, and sometimes, there is nothing you can do to more perfect for them, but communication goes along way, and your gonna have to have this out with your parents, screaming and tears, and all that good stuff, whatever works, they will get it one way or another that you aren't the child they beleive you to be, you're soo much more, you can't hold a grudge against yourself, you can't blame yourself, and you can't deny yourself a life.....or the ability to be happy, you deserve it and soo much more, someday, they will see what the rest of us do....an angel in disguise....
I love you, take care

Hon, Chris is right. Though I can see your point, and I would I know, I am just like you...I can see his as well. Applied to my own situation I see it, thus it works for yours. I would not suggest blatantly disobeying your mother, or fighting her, because I know how that would turn out - you in tears, her "disappointed", and just a big fight, but I do tell you to stop thinking that you have failed. Stop believing that hon. You are the best teenager I know...Belive me. You are so much better than I, though you protest, I know, but I could tell you a multitude of reasons why. But that is not the point. You have not disappointed anyone, or at the very least, should not have. If your parents are truly disappointed in you, then they are being ridiculous. *hugs* You are amazing and don't you ever forget it. I have told you so since day one, as have so many others. Let the voices of the many outweigh the voice of the one, or the two. I know they are bigger, but let them have less weight. They are only afraid that you will turn out badly, the same as mine, and while trying to let you be free in your life after high school, they are smothering you now. I know their stance on a lot of things, because it is identical to the stance my parents take...I know how much effort it takes to get around them sometimes....And its exhausting. Keep your chin up, and your eyes clear my girl. You have nothing but the future to look to.

I love you.

You have not failed, the only way for you to fail is to completely give in to her, and let her control your life like you are a puppet. There are two kinds of slaves, a willing slave, who if given a chance to escape would stay, out of fear of punishment or because its the only life they have known, and a defiant one actively tries to escape, and does not fear punishment. By the sounds of it, your mother does not want a daughter, she wants a slave. Don't be a willing one. In a sea of mediocrity, you shine bright, don't ever let anyone tell you different. Not your mother, not your father, no one. You have NOTHING to be sorry for, and they have NOTHING to be dissapointed in. It is a sad day for parents when the kid who sits in front of you in physics has to tell you you're the best daughter in the world and your parents are lucky to have you. You know how we feel, and what we think (i highly doubt im the only person whos thinking the same, im just a little more lose tongued recently) *hugs you* we're always here for you.

You see Chris... I am a slave to my mother's will - because she is my mother. It is in her image of me that I've tried to grow, and it's without her recognition that I've failed. I can't stand up for myself, because to do so would disappoint her.

Im just going to come out and say this, you are more than the angel they asked for. You are the perfect teenage daugther, and if they are too blind to see it fuck em. I haven't seen you faulter one bit in the 2 years i've known you, and while i admit that i dont know you all that well, people are one thing I'm good at judging. If ANYONE dreamed up what the perfect kid would be like, you would be the image they settled on, smart, beautiful, dedicated. Your flaw? You're too meek. Stand up for yourself hun, its your goddam life and you have the right to live it any way you want. No ifs ands or buts about it. You cant be a slave to the needs of others at the expense of your own, they have no right to your life only you do. I realise living out there you're in a unique position, you cant just bus it home, but i've never refused u a ride home yet, and i never will (note:offer not valid while my driving ability is impaired due to knee surgery).