Bone's Story

[Ami]

Dear Bones,
  I am speechless .I amazed that you are still intact. Thank you for sharing that deep pain with us. I wish I could do s/thing to help take some of those horrible memories away. What a legacy for you to live with.It is all the more amazing that you have gotten where you are.I am so,so sorry for all that you suffered. None of it was YOUR fault.Your mother was seriously, mentally ill(IMO). I am so sorry, Bones.                 Love   Ami


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[BonesMS]

Dear Bones,
  I am speechless .I amazed that you are still intact. Thank you for sharing that deep pain with us. I wish I could do s/thing to help take some of those horrible memories away. What a legacy for you to live with.It is all the more amazing that you have gotten where you are.I am so,so sorry for all that you suffered. None of it was YOUR fault.Your mother was seriously, mentally ill(IMO). I am so sorry, Bones.                 Love   Ami


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Thanks, Ami.

I know my Nmother was sick and twisted.  As more memories surface, I'll be adding to my posting.  I need to be able to dump all of this poison out of my system once and for all.

Bones

[Hopalong]

Oh, Bones, thank you.
Thank you for trusting us with your heartbreaking past.
I am so sorry your mother was so evil/sick.
You deserved love and nurturing and to be cherished.

You are so strong and brave, and what you do every day, working with the homeless, the criminal...leaves me in awe.

You are a wonderful example of taking dirt and making a bloom.

May you bloom on with greater happiness and peace, every day of your life.
May your past pass, and eventually become no more than the beginning of an amazing book.

with love to you,
Hops

[changing]

Bonesy-

((((((((((Bonesy))))))))))

I am shaken and saddened to the core when I read what evil and cruelty was done to our Bones MS as a child. Yet somehow you emerged with an open heart and an open hand, and your sweet spirit intact. ((((((((((Bonesy))))))))))  You are a miracle as well as an inspirartion Bones MS, and I am proud to know you.

Love from Your Friend,

Changing

[JanetLG]

Bones,

Thank you for telling your story. Your mother sounds horrendous, and you didn't deserve that. She obviously couldn't see how special you are (as all N mothers can't). I can relate to the strange idea of saying YOU were the whore, when you were only just a teenager - I had that, too, from my NMum, even before I'd had a boyfriend, and yet SHE was the unfaithful, promiscuous one! Talk about projection! I remember feeling intimidated by one of her boyfriends when I was about 15, and felt it wasn't safe to be in the house with him, but I've never heard it described as you have done - 'pimping me out' - I think, if I hadn't kept my distance, that would have happened to me.

What on earth is society doing, when children are not listened to, like you, when these adults fail so miserably in their duty of care?

You have achieved so much in your adult life, that I hope you are able to feel proud of what you've done, and all without any support whatsoever from your 'family'.

Janet

[BonesMS]

Oh, Bones, thank you.
Thank you for trusting us with your heartbreaking past.
I am so sorry your mother was so evil/sick.
You deserved love and nurturing and to be cherished.

You are so strong and brave, and what you do every day, working with the homeless, the criminal...leaves me in awe.

You are a wonderful example of taking dirt and making a bloom.

May you bloom on with greater happiness and peace, every day of your life.
May your past pass, and eventually become no more than the beginning of an amazing book.

with love to you,
Hops

Thanks, Hops.

Bones

[BonesMS]

Bonesy-

((((((((((Bonesy))))))))))

I am shaken and saddened to the core when I read what evil and cruelty was done to our Bones MS as a child. Yet somehow you emerged with an open heart and an open hand, and your sweet spirit intact. ((((((((((Bonesy))))))))))  You are a miracle as well as an inspirartion Bones MS, and I am proud to know you.

Love from Your Friend,

Changing

Thanks, Changing.

Bones

[BonesMS]

Bones,

Thank you for telling your story. Your mother sounds horrendous, and you didn't deserve that. She obviously couldn't see how special you are (as all N mothers can't). I can relate to the strange idea of saying YOU were the whore, when you were only just a teenager - I had that, too, from my NMum, even before I'd had a boyfriend, and yet SHE was the unfaithful, promiscuous one! Talk about projection! I remember feeling intimidated by one of her boyfriends when I was about 15, and felt it wasn't safe to be in the house with him, but I've never heard it described as you have done - 'pimping me out' - I think, if I hadn't kept my distance, that would have happened to me.

What on earth is society doing, when children are not listened to, like you, when these adults fail so miserably in their duty of care?

You have achieved so much in your adult life, that I hope you are able to feel proud of what you've done, and all without any support whatsoever from your 'family'.

Janet

Thanks, Janet.

Bones

[Leah]

Dear (((( Bones )))

Read your life story last night, and again today, have read it through slowly, carefully, once again.

Have read your recent edit with the additional memories.

My sincere expressions with genuine empathy and understanding; 

>   The all too evident mighty hand of God was, and is, on your precious worthy life

>   Resilience - as your spirit refused to be broken

>   Different - your sense of 'being' was different, and sadly, that was the problem! 

>   You were, and it is so clearly evident from the witness and testimony of your life today, that you are filled with God's 'light'   

>   'Dark' does not like 'Light' - cold 'Dark' hates warm 'Light' with a poisonous venom  (having shared my life story, I speak from personal experience)

>   Your mother, just like my mother, was and is (sadly), filled with cold Darkness, as is their outward expression, which is, their choice.

>   Reality is always evident.



>  Your relatives, just like my relatives -- were willing to be culpable Bystander's and Witnesses

>   Reality is always evident.



((( Bones )))   

You said in your earlier post that you "need to be able to dump all of this poison out of my system once and for all."

Yes, I agree, you do, understandably, and rightly so.

Then, freedom and liberty will be truly yours, once and for all, in your wonderful life ahead, one that is to be lived with meaning and purpose.

Which is all too evident also.

Thank you for courageously sharing your life.

May God Bless You in all you do.

Sincerely,

Love, Leah

[BonesMS]

Dear (((( Bones )))

Read your life story last night, and again today, have read it through slowly, carefully, once again.

Have read your recent edit with the additional memories.

My sincere expressions with genuine empathy and understanding; 

>   The all too evident mighty hand of God was, and is, on your precious worthy life

>   Resilience - as your spirit refused to be broken

>   Different - your sense of 'being' was different, and sadly, that was the problem! 

>   You were, and it is so clearly evident from the witness and testimony of your life today, that you are filled with God's 'light'   

>   'Dark' does not like 'Light' - cold 'Dark' hates warm 'Light' with a poisonous venom  (having shared my life story, I speak from personal experience)

>   Your mother, just like my mother, was and is (sadly), filled with cold Darkness, as is their outward expression, which is, their choice.

>   Reality is always evident.



>  Your relatives, just like my relatives -- were willing to be culpable Bystander's and Witnesses

>   Reality is always evident.



((( Bones )))   

You said in your earlier post that you "need to be able to dump all of this poison out of my system once and for all."

Yes, I agree, you do, understandably, and rightly so.

Then, freedom and liberty will be truly yours, once and for all, in your wonderful life ahead, one that is to be lived with meaning and purpose.

Which is all too evident also.

Thank you for courageously sharing your life.

May God Bless You in all you do.

Sincerely,

Love, Leah

Thanks, Leah.

I'll probably be adding more as more memories resurface.

Bones

[Leah]

Dear Bones,

The gingham apron that you sewed and decorated with cross-stitch employing such a lot of hard work into it sounds absolutely exquisite.  Sounds like you have a depth of caring creativity which is truly wonderful to know about you.  The person called your mother could not take that real creative memory from you - of something you designed and worked on with care, and attention to detail.

Never thought about it till now, with a realization, that I never again saw any of my needlework after bringing it home.  Try as I might, there is no recollection of the items, at all.  But I did love embroidery and other kinds of needlework, surprisingly, I was reasonably good at it too, but, had dismissed it after being told I was useless and only fit for 'working.'  Writing this has just struck an important chord.

However, she could not take away your creative talents ((( Bones ))) because they are what makes you, a person.  Truly, the ownership was, and is, yours alone.

Sincerely,

Love, Leah

[BonesMS]

Dear Bones,

The gingham apron that you sewed and decorated with cross-stitch employing such a lot of hard work into it sounds absolutely exquisite.  Sounds like you have a depth of caring creativity which is truly wonderful to know about you.  The person called your mother could not take that real creative memory from you - of something you designed and worked on with care, and attention to detail.

Never thought about it till now, with a realization, that I never again saw any of my needlework after bringing it home.  Try as I might, there is no recollection of the items, at all.  But I did love embroidery and other kinds of needlework, surprisingly, I was reasonably good at it too, but, had dismissed it after being told I was useless and only fit for 'working.'  Writing this has just struck an important chord.

However, she could not take away your creative talents ((( Bones ))) because they are what makes you, a person.  Truly, the ownership was, and is, yours alone.

Sincerely,

Love, Leah

Thanks, Leah.

I have more memories coming up.

Bones

[Leah]

Dear (((( Bones )))))

I have just read your update with your new memories, from the Christmas tree point onwards.

The Christmas tree you creatively crafted should have been placed in a precious pride of place within the home.

Instead, the person named mother, acted so very cruelly to you. 

The therapist must have been precious to you, the only one who heard your voice proclaiming what was real and true.

Whoever wrote "Cinderella" must have been awesomely inspired.

NMothers like ours all across the globe cannot break our resilient spirit and that's the very thing that drives them to the brink of despair and rage.

Much Love,

Leah

[BonesMS]

Dear (((( Bones )))))

I have just read your update with your new memories, from the Christmas tree point onwards.

The Christmas tree you creatively crafted should have been placed in a precious pride of place within the home.

Instead, the person named mother, acted so very cruelly to you. 

The therapist must have been precious to you, the only one who heard your voice proclaiming what was real and true.

Whoever wrote "Cinderella" must have been awesomely inspired.

NMothers like ours all across the globe cannot break our resilient spirit and that's the very thing that drives them to the brink of despair and rage.

Much Love,

Leah

Thanks, Leah.

Nmothers cannot even be considered as mothers.

Bones

[Leah]

Dear (((( Bones )))))

I have just read your update with your new memories, from the Christmas tree point onwards.

The Christmas tree you creatively crafted should have been placed in a precious pride of place within the home.

Instead, the person named mother, acted so very cruelly to you. 

The therapist must have been precious to you, the only one who heard your voice proclaiming what was real and true.

Whoever wrote "Cinderella" must have been awesomely inspired.

NMothers like ours all across the globe cannot break our resilient spirit and that's the very thing that drives them to the brink of despair and rage.

Much Love,

Leah

Thanks, Leah.

Nmothers cannot even be considered as mothers.

Bones

Dear Bones,

Sadly, that is the truth.

Take care of you, because you are precious.

Love, Leah