I am sitting in bed with half of myself on the news and the other half thinking about posting something about myself and continue my story that I am sharing in little pieces in an impossible timeline.
Well, I was still in England in the Underground waiting for that “free” Phone I told you about, the one where the line was sooo long that I find it impossible that no one working for the phone company would not notice and report.
We were all young and broke and this was a miracle to keep us connected with our families all over the World.
Mine happened to be in Italy but, we were from all corners, many Countries.
I think I mentioned early in the Blog, LOL I am getting old and a bit on the forgetting side which is not surprising at all. I will tell you about that another time.
Well, as I was waiting for the phone wayyyy behind the line on my only day off at the new job I found after the incident at the boarding house, the girl ahead of me spoke to me in broken English with an unmistakable accent, MINE LOL.
I said hello in Italian and that was the beginning of a friendship that lasted 57 years until last year when I told her that she had been hurting me with her words too many years and that was it for her. I did pray for God’s help if she was meant to be in my life or not and, I had my sweet answer “no more Loredana”
That was the best thing that happened to me in a very long long time. I put up with her meanness way too long trying in vain to witness about Jesus and the FACT that no one goes to the Father unless he goes through Jesus Christ the Son, First.
In my EX-friend of a lifetime or 2, everyone “nice,” would go to Heaven.
I prayed and tried to show her Scriptures but the Bible meant nothing to her. She is Catholic that loves to go to Church every Sunday and I am a born Again Christian Woman, a Child of God that misses Church and does not feel guilty about it, but, I do owe her something big.
I confessed to her, the First person I did that I had been sexually molested and whom by.
2 years later she broke the news to my family and my fear of being beaten because I was pregnant by a family friend, was put to rest in that respect.
After London, I became promiscuous and could not say no to men.
The man I slept with had realized that about me so, I was who I became, a very bad girl.
I was only 17 and pregnant.
It was one of the saddest times in my life.
When my parents knew about the pregnancy I was told to abort the baby. I did try not to go through with the abortion but the pressure was too much for me with no one that wanted to help me. I was 17 and my life was getting worse than ever. Sinning had become common but not wanted and my flesh did fight a war I knew nothing about.
No one talked to me about Jesus not even in the orphanage just sin and punishment there!
My parents took me to church Christmas and Easter plus my first communion at 8 years old and at 10 my Confirmation, all for my mamma benefit that believed but did not share. Another story to tell there.
Well, I was packed and sent to my aunt and uncle’s home in Pavia Italy where I was supposed to be exiled until my 18th Birthday. Before that, my other aunt, another one of my mother’s sisters, took me to a private doctor. Abortion was illegal then in Italy in 1972.
The physical pain on top of the emotional and the guilt was terrible. My parents did NOT pay for a shot so, the nurse stuck a clean rag in my mouth and I screamed silently as my aunt held my hand and my baby was ripped apart. NO MORE TONIGHT
Thank you for reading this,
hope you forgive me and I thank God for forgiving me for that and for many more sins.
English Standard Version
nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.