- May 8, 2011
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Hey Guys,
Perhaps this may be long but here goes. I'm just wondering how I should handle this (below) because it's very discouraging.
To start off, at 15 years of age everything was going wrong. I had lost all my friends, been accused of being homosexual in my first high school, violence in my family was routine, and my fears of the past were surfacing. I had turned to God by luck and chance, I opened a bible and began reading. Shortly after I met a great guy who brought me to my first church. At this church I met a girl who was very supportive, and quickly became my best friend. I told her everything, and she told me everything. We hung out all the time, shared stories, shared tears, shared struggles. After knowing her for a year I began to realize I loved her deeply because she was always there for me, always fun and encouraging to be around, and unlike my family, I felt loved and appreciated around her.
After knowing her for 2 years, I told her in a small way that I cared for her. However she completely rejected me, and didn't speak to me for weeks. Unfortunately, during this time I realized she was into "bad guys" so I created a facade that I was a bad guy, and she began to talk to me again. However I hate lies and that facade collapsed, when I told her it was fake, and that the guy she's known for 2 years was really me.
Again, she completely rejected me, and hated me. Because of this, and the fact that at this time, family violence and anger had risen substantially, I decided suicide was my way out. I walked away from God and told this girl goodbye. I walked out my house, and decided to walk into the wilderness where I would end my life. A call from this girl's mother, and then from this girl, eventually led to the police finding me. However, she promised to me that she would find me and we would work it out and see a movie. Instead, after that call, I waited, but was picked up by the police and never spoke to her again. I sent her an angry text later that week that I couldn't believe she lied to me and completely abandoned me.
So let's skip to the present. It's been 1 year since all this transpired. Every single day I have relived those moments, and every single day I have been overwhelmed with guilt, shame, and grief. Ever single day I have asked myself why I lied, why I did what I did. And every day, I have learned to hate myself more and more.
I came back to God about 6 months ago, and since I did, I have been overwhelmed with blessings. But I still go to bed at night and pray for forgiveness, and pray that the weight of whatever her sins were, are placed on me.
I don't know what to do anymore, or how to address any of it, because all I want is to talk to her again and apologize, and know we can be friends again, or even strangers, just not enemies. She recently started coming back to church, and she stares at me, but runs out before I can talk to her, and it destroys my self-confidence. I'm not sure how many more times I can handle that, seeing her again, just to have her look at me filled with hate.
-Brandon
Perhaps this may be long but here goes. I'm just wondering how I should handle this (below) because it's very discouraging.
To start off, at 15 years of age everything was going wrong. I had lost all my friends, been accused of being homosexual in my first high school, violence in my family was routine, and my fears of the past were surfacing. I had turned to God by luck and chance, I opened a bible and began reading. Shortly after I met a great guy who brought me to my first church. At this church I met a girl who was very supportive, and quickly became my best friend. I told her everything, and she told me everything. We hung out all the time, shared stories, shared tears, shared struggles. After knowing her for a year I began to realize I loved her deeply because she was always there for me, always fun and encouraging to be around, and unlike my family, I felt loved and appreciated around her.
After knowing her for 2 years, I told her in a small way that I cared for her. However she completely rejected me, and didn't speak to me for weeks. Unfortunately, during this time I realized she was into "bad guys" so I created a facade that I was a bad guy, and she began to talk to me again. However I hate lies and that facade collapsed, when I told her it was fake, and that the guy she's known for 2 years was really me.
Again, she completely rejected me, and hated me. Because of this, and the fact that at this time, family violence and anger had risen substantially, I decided suicide was my way out. I walked away from God and told this girl goodbye. I walked out my house, and decided to walk into the wilderness where I would end my life. A call from this girl's mother, and then from this girl, eventually led to the police finding me. However, she promised to me that she would find me and we would work it out and see a movie. Instead, after that call, I waited, but was picked up by the police and never spoke to her again. I sent her an angry text later that week that I couldn't believe she lied to me and completely abandoned me.
So let's skip to the present. It's been 1 year since all this transpired. Every single day I have relived those moments, and every single day I have been overwhelmed with guilt, shame, and grief. Ever single day I have asked myself why I lied, why I did what I did. And every day, I have learned to hate myself more and more.
I came back to God about 6 months ago, and since I did, I have been overwhelmed with blessings. But I still go to bed at night and pray for forgiveness, and pray that the weight of whatever her sins were, are placed on me.
I don't know what to do anymore, or how to address any of it, because all I want is to talk to her again and apologize, and know we can be friends again, or even strangers, just not enemies. She recently started coming back to church, and she stares at me, but runs out before I can talk to her, and it destroys my self-confidence. I'm not sure how many more times I can handle that, seeing her again, just to have her look at me filled with hate.
-Brandon