I went shopping with my sister tonight. You might not think of that as a luxury in life, but for me it was. Dad called just before I left the house. Mum FaceTimed while we were out.
I'm honestly the happiest girl in the world right now. Our lives are far from perfect. I was telling my sister how scared I was last weekend, in the hospital, thinking I might actually die this time.
Her: Did you think of calling your family?
Me: No.
I don't live in a world where that's always been an option. So I go it alone and thank the Universe all my friends are functioning alcoholics and help is always just two floors away at the bar downstairs. :)
My lovely friend cleaned up the blood and took me to the hospital. For a gay guy that's a lot of love.
I think the best thing about life is creating your own family, which I have. But if you can hold on to your real family as well you're really, really lucky. It might take...um...5 years, but if you can get there, you're one of the lucky ones.
Lizzie was here today and we sat on the floor, smoked a cigarette and planned out the next stages of her life. She's my sister as much as my own sister is, but my little sister will always be someone I need, to have in my life, to take care of, to make sure she's ok.
I'll tell you this: if the JWs try to interrupt my life again I have no reservations in exposing them, discrediting them, in telling the truth about how cruel they can be. They have no right to control love. Or family.
And with the internet the way it is these days, those guys are just going down, down, down. There's too many of us to silence. Join me? Let's end their rule.
I'm here for the long run. I promise.
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