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If you haven't read my original "Life Group Drama" post from last week, I urge you to find it and read it before reading this one.
So, I have continued to pray about leaving this life group FOR MARRIED COUPLES (I'm the singleton there since my husband still works night) or for it to end since it's not really a life group. I went ahead and wrote the pastor a letter and I've prayed over that. It is still right here on my desk. I feel bad throwing my friend under the bus with it, so it's anonymous.
So, today was life group day. My plan is to keep my friendships with these people, but fizzle my way out of this group. Sid and I have became really close lately. She has been a very good friend to me. She sometimes is a little snappy, but I wonder if she needs medication and if that's an impulse. I do feel like she is clingy and acts like I do not have a life outside of our friendship. I've been hopeful that she is not trying to use me later on down the road. I often wonder if she is trying to keep me from being friends with others since she trash talks my friend, Tina.
Today she calls me and starts gossiping about our friend Tina who introduced us. Tina said she wanted to watch the football game that was on tonight. This made Sid mad. Then Tina asks what the topic was for the night. Remember in my last post, we usually don't have a topic or use the Bible. That was Tina calling Sid out.
I arrived early and she gifted me some presents for my sister. She cussed at her kid for grabbing the wrong present for my sister, and brought up my sweet, 11 year old nephew who is very kind, extremely funny, and soft and sweetly spoken. My sister is about to give birth to twins and he is tickled pink and wants to read to them nightly. He is just a super sweet kid. I couldn't do life without him. She randomly says to me, "He kinda talks like he is G-A-Y." He doesn't. He's an elementary school kid and sounds the same as his stepbrother who is two yrs. younger. I replied, "Well, he's been raised by a woman, and sometimes he has her mannerisms." I didn't want to start an argument or anything, but that just made me feel empty for her to be so rude. Looking back, I wonder if she is jealous of my relationship with him and wants her kid to be like that with me. I treat her kid like gold. I love her.
So, we ended up watching football and talked about yesterday's sermon. Sid's kid, Paisley (6 yrs old), starts playing around with the unmarried man in the group, Aaron. He comes with his girlfriend who recently got saved. Paisley is sitting on my lap holding my hands and falling into the floor and then coming back up like she's doing sit ups on my lap, if that makes sense. Aaron smacks her belly a few times because he's the funny guy in the group and loves to aggravate this kid. Paisley can't stand Aaron.
Paisley later on gets a rectangular pillow that has the American flag painted on it. She is hitting Aaron. I am sitting beside Aaron- he's to my right. I turn to Sid and her husband who is sitting in a chair by the couch I'm on- to my left. The pillow fight reminded me of a good story from the mid 1990s. I turned and told Sid and her husband how my cousin hit my bro with a pillow. He hit her back with a bigger one. She hit again. He plowed her and knocked her into some sort of wooden stand and busted her open. LOL, we were banned from pillow fights and good sleepovers hadn't even started yet. All of a sudden Sid makes this terrified face and I feel a hit on my right leg/lower thigh (I'm wearing shorts, we're casual). I looked at her kid and joked, "Why don't you just beat me to death!" It was a hard hit, but the pain settled in later. It's like I felt pain after the fact that I was hit. They keep playing and Sid moves over to me a few min later. I notice before she moves over, I have lines in my leg and my leg started to burn and swell. My mind goes to the pillow- the stripes on the American flag. But that didn't seem right. I couldn't see it that well in the lighting to tell if it was something off of the pillow. It looked like a hand. A big hand. It wasn't mine and it wasn't that 6 yr old's. I could feel each finger imprint on my leg, swollen. Aaron had hit me. Sid brought it up and he said he didn't. She said it was a big hand. Aaron's girlfriend or Sid said "You don't need to be hitting another man's wife." Sid's husband says he didn't see him do it, but he was talking in a weird way about it. If he didn't see it, what did he see? His wife was sitting on his lap and made a terrified face when I got hit and I thought it was her kid. I think she saw it.
Aaron then grabs a pillow and starts to hit at my face. I grabbed the pillow and he tug of war'd it from me. And I jokingly said "What you want you head busted, 'cause that's what happens in my family," referring to the pillow fight story. I thought he would stop and I didn't want to be mean, but joking it off. I asked him not to hit me or to quit hitting me and he wouldn't. He hits me hard in the face and my face burned from it and it did after I showered tonight too and I have a bad headache. He hit me so hard, he raised my hat off of my head. I have an issue with my head hurting over sounds, slams, headbands, yelling, and bonks on the head even if they're soft. It started with stress from my previous job and TMJ. This guy wasn't hitting me as hard as he could, but he was hitting me harder than I could hit him. My face on that side feels hot on my right side where he hit me. I've never really had problems with this guy, but he talks to me like I'm stupid and has thrown around snide remarks. Even told his kid to throw a ball at me at a party and kicked that kid in the living room during group one time when the kid ran up to him playing around and said "You're a loser!" and ran off. Well, he fell running off because he was kicked by Aaron.
I held back tears because all I received tonight was hurt. When I left, I called my mom and I couldn't stop crying. She told me to write those people off and to not ever go back to that life group. I guess my fizzling ended with a bang. I mean, Idk. I later on asked my husband to call me. I explained to him and he said Idk what to tell you, but I'd be in prison right now if I were there. He said I should've called the cops to stop by. I'm still considering reporting this to the cops. Interestingly enough, I was emailed interest in a life group for the town I live in which is next-door to the one I go to. I think this is my exit ticket and perhaps the person I could talk to about this group because it is not good.
I felt so empty and personally invaded. I guess you can say I was assaulted.
So, I have continued to pray about leaving this life group FOR MARRIED COUPLES (I'm the singleton there since my husband still works night) or for it to end since it's not really a life group. I went ahead and wrote the pastor a letter and I've prayed over that. It is still right here on my desk. I feel bad throwing my friend under the bus with it, so it's anonymous.
So, today was life group day. My plan is to keep my friendships with these people, but fizzle my way out of this group. Sid and I have became really close lately. She has been a very good friend to me. She sometimes is a little snappy, but I wonder if she needs medication and if that's an impulse. I do feel like she is clingy and acts like I do not have a life outside of our friendship. I've been hopeful that she is not trying to use me later on down the road. I often wonder if she is trying to keep me from being friends with others since she trash talks my friend, Tina.
Today she calls me and starts gossiping about our friend Tina who introduced us. Tina said she wanted to watch the football game that was on tonight. This made Sid mad. Then Tina asks what the topic was for the night. Remember in my last post, we usually don't have a topic or use the Bible. That was Tina calling Sid out.
I arrived early and she gifted me some presents for my sister. She cussed at her kid for grabbing the wrong present for my sister, and brought up my sweet, 11 year old nephew who is very kind, extremely funny, and soft and sweetly spoken. My sister is about to give birth to twins and he is tickled pink and wants to read to them nightly. He is just a super sweet kid. I couldn't do life without him. She randomly says to me, "He kinda talks like he is G-A-Y." He doesn't. He's an elementary school kid and sounds the same as his stepbrother who is two yrs. younger. I replied, "Well, he's been raised by a woman, and sometimes he has her mannerisms." I didn't want to start an argument or anything, but that just made me feel empty for her to be so rude. Looking back, I wonder if she is jealous of my relationship with him and wants her kid to be like that with me. I treat her kid like gold. I love her.
So, we ended up watching football and talked about yesterday's sermon. Sid's kid, Paisley (6 yrs old), starts playing around with the unmarried man in the group, Aaron. He comes with his girlfriend who recently got saved. Paisley is sitting on my lap holding my hands and falling into the floor and then coming back up like she's doing sit ups on my lap, if that makes sense. Aaron smacks her belly a few times because he's the funny guy in the group and loves to aggravate this kid. Paisley can't stand Aaron.
Paisley later on gets a rectangular pillow that has the American flag painted on it. She is hitting Aaron. I am sitting beside Aaron- he's to my right. I turn to Sid and her husband who is sitting in a chair by the couch I'm on- to my left. The pillow fight reminded me of a good story from the mid 1990s. I turned and told Sid and her husband how my cousin hit my bro with a pillow. He hit her back with a bigger one. She hit again. He plowed her and knocked her into some sort of wooden stand and busted her open. LOL, we were banned from pillow fights and good sleepovers hadn't even started yet. All of a sudden Sid makes this terrified face and I feel a hit on my right leg/lower thigh (I'm wearing shorts, we're casual). I looked at her kid and joked, "Why don't you just beat me to death!" It was a hard hit, but the pain settled in later. It's like I felt pain after the fact that I was hit. They keep playing and Sid moves over to me a few min later. I notice before she moves over, I have lines in my leg and my leg started to burn and swell. My mind goes to the pillow- the stripes on the American flag. But that didn't seem right. I couldn't see it that well in the lighting to tell if it was something off of the pillow. It looked like a hand. A big hand. It wasn't mine and it wasn't that 6 yr old's. I could feel each finger imprint on my leg, swollen. Aaron had hit me. Sid brought it up and he said he didn't. She said it was a big hand. Aaron's girlfriend or Sid said "You don't need to be hitting another man's wife." Sid's husband says he didn't see him do it, but he was talking in a weird way about it. If he didn't see it, what did he see? His wife was sitting on his lap and made a terrified face when I got hit and I thought it was her kid. I think she saw it.
Aaron then grabs a pillow and starts to hit at my face. I grabbed the pillow and he tug of war'd it from me. And I jokingly said "What you want you head busted, 'cause that's what happens in my family," referring to the pillow fight story. I thought he would stop and I didn't want to be mean, but joking it off. I asked him not to hit me or to quit hitting me and he wouldn't. He hits me hard in the face and my face burned from it and it did after I showered tonight too and I have a bad headache. He hit me so hard, he raised my hat off of my head. I have an issue with my head hurting over sounds, slams, headbands, yelling, and bonks on the head even if they're soft. It started with stress from my previous job and TMJ. This guy wasn't hitting me as hard as he could, but he was hitting me harder than I could hit him. My face on that side feels hot on my right side where he hit me. I've never really had problems with this guy, but he talks to me like I'm stupid and has thrown around snide remarks. Even told his kid to throw a ball at me at a party and kicked that kid in the living room during group one time when the kid ran up to him playing around and said "You're a loser!" and ran off. Well, he fell running off because he was kicked by Aaron.
I held back tears because all I received tonight was hurt. When I left, I called my mom and I couldn't stop crying. She told me to write those people off and to not ever go back to that life group. I guess my fizzling ended with a bang. I mean, Idk. I later on asked my husband to call me. I explained to him and he said Idk what to tell you, but I'd be in prison right now if I were there. He said I should've called the cops to stop by. I'm still considering reporting this to the cops. Interestingly enough, I was emailed interest in a life group for the town I live in which is next-door to the one I go to. I think this is my exit ticket and perhaps the person I could talk to about this group because it is not good.
I felt so empty and personally invaded. I guess you can say I was assaulted.
