Wednesday, May 1, 2013

The tale of two sisters

Once upon a time there were two sisters. The elder one was born as the result of a liaison between a troubled, angry young man of 21, and a confused, lonely, vulnerable young woman of 22. After 3 months of the angry young man not leaving the lonely young woman alone, (staying in his car to sleep in the front of her home - oh my god, does anyone else see the alarm bells right now!!) they married. Within these three months the angry young man had already physically assaulted the lonely young woman once, in a drunken rage. The miraculous conception of me - I mean - the elder sister also occurred.

 

When the elder sister was born, the lonely young woman felt a love so strong that it birthed within her the protectiveness of a lioness, and she was able to leave the angry young man behind. Alas, that angry young man had the persistence of a wasp, and targeted the lioness, becoming an angry thorn in her side - and the confusion, loneliness and vulnerability leached in, and poisoned the courage that the birth of her daughter had instilled in her.

 

The angry young man wanted another child. At all costs. The lonely young woman had left and come back, left and come back - so many times already. She could not, would not, bring another child into this situation. So she discreetly applied methods to help that to not happen - but it seemed the universe had other plans, and the younger sister was conceived three years laters. Amongst chaos, drama, violence, terror and fear.

 

From the womb she felt these emotions ebb through her mother's blood into her own.The angry young man was a musician, and moved where ever he could get work. Home was a caravan and caravan parks - like gypsies they trawled the east coast, occasionally residing in houses. The lonely young woman fell deeper into the black hole of depression until hope of any other existence ceased to exist. The younger sister grew within the lonely young woman's body, hearing the shouting rage, feeling the violence that was going on beyond the walls of the floating world she was in. The sense of danger was so strong that she firmly entrenched herself within the lonely young woman's womb, her feet blocking the exit. Regardless of the younger sister's reluctance to enter a world that was full of anger and rage, the forces of nature took over, and she was expelled from the safety of her mother's womb.

 

So began the tale of two sisters, and the journey they went on as children of an angry violent young man, and a confused, lonely, vulnerable young woman.

 

 

Jenni, at Story of my life has set the challenge of blog every day in May. I would like to be able to say that of course i will, but its highly unlikely. I like the prompts she has given for each day. They appeal to me. There are prompts there that I think I will find cathartic.

The first is the story of your life, or an interpretation. This is the story of where I began.


 

 

22 comments:

  1. i do believe you posted this before? not a critic, it's very gripping in it's simplicity and anyone who has lived through similar situation will recognize the 'feel' of it. i certainly do.

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    1. Not posted before as a post on this blog. It's on another blog, the one and only post. Because as yet, the story can't get past the barrier in my head. Thanks for reading it again.

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  2. oh Vicky, how hard to bear witness to such a childhood , I hope it is cathartic and healing to write about 'yesterday’s' disappointments, anger and sadness.

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    1. Thank you Trish. I saw this as a serendipitous opportunity, especially when I read some of the prompts. And where my head is at the moment. X

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  3. I can relate in a way. Awesome first prompt, Vicky. I want to read more x

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    1. Thank you Tina. That means a lot. I have utmost respect for you. X

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  4. This is so beautiful Vicky (and how wonderful to meet another Australia based blogger!) Your post made me want to research out and cuddle my sisters xoxox

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    1. Thank you Vanisha. Where abouts in this big land of oz are you?

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  5. Oh wow Vicky, this was wonderfully written. I am sorry you and your sister had such a harsh introduction to the world. Fairy wishes and butterfly kisses lovely. Look forward to reading more through the challenge

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    1. Rhianna you are beautiful soul. Thank you for stopping by and living love. When you come to visit, it always makes me smile. I have a feeling you are one of earths angels. Xxx

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  6. So beautifully written! Thank you for sharing. I can't even imagine how hard that was.

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  7. Your words have gripped me and I will return to read more. So honest. I love that!

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    1. I find it hard to be any other way Paula. Sometimes it gets me into trouble. Thanks for stopping by.

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  8. So honest. You make me want to call my Momma and say thanks for such a nice life.

    Thanks for this girl

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    1. I hope you did call your momma.
      Thank you for stopping by.

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  9. This was very beautifully written and I can definitely relate, in a way. We come from very similar beginnings, except in my story, the angry young man decided to leave the confused teenaged mother alone with two young children and never looked back. Thanks for being so open about your story.

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    1. Thank you for reading. I wish that the angry young man did disappear... But that wasn't to be my journey. I'm sorry that you had similar beginnings. But, as I'm sure you well know, it doesn't define us, is just where we started :)

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  10. Awesome. So raw. I look forward to reading more about you, your sister, & your life.

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    1. Thank you for stopping by shae. :)

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  11. you words, your narration, you are such a great writer. thank you so much for sharing your story. thank you!

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    1. Thank you Toi. Your very kind. Thanks for stopping by. :)

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