Tell me your stories about running away

[Haole Girl]

Ever run away? How did it turn out?

I'm a little under the weather today

and could use some interesting stories.

[MiddleFingerMom]

1. Kinda old, I was....

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Just turned 17 and graduated from high school and working as a cook in
a Howard Johnson's. "Ran away" and lived the first month or two with
about 15 others of all ages in a two-bedroom apartment (I think I was
the only one with a job). Then moved in with John and his mom, who had
to have been about 65-70. Dirt-poor and on Welfare, she baked fresh
bread and made this wonderful potato soup every day.
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I think I could eat nothing BUT fresh bread and home-made potato soup
every single day and be happy.
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[Haole Girl]

3. Love the smell of homemade bread

There's nothing like it. Thanks for the story.

[MrCoffee]

2. I don't know if it's all that interesting...

but the time my father cracked my skull open because he was too drunk to realize which end of the belt he was swinging at me is what made me decide to leave.

How do you think that might have turned out for me? I'll give you a hint...it was certainly interesting.

[Haole Girl]

4. When I was in 3rd grade, my best friend used to get beaten with her father's belt

I actually got beaten with a belt when I was young, too. But not with the buckle, like my friend. I remember standing under her window, outside her bedroom, listening to her screams. Such a helpless feeling. It was base housing... military housing, that is. It was more the norm, back then, than not. Only many years later, in counseling, did I realize we were victims of child abuse.

:hug:

[MiddleFingerMom]

5. Similar attitude (although I don't remember the Army looking away from child abuse like that)...

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Had a girlfriend with two beautiful preschool-age daughters. My g/f was raised
in some religion (I keep thinking Jehovah's Witness -- I just know for sure these
folks didn't allow blood transfusions). Her husband was a deacon or something
(an up-and-comer in the church) and he used to beat the children BLOODY with
a belt buckle.
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My g/f went to her church elders(?) for help and they sent her away, telling her
that her husband had COMPLETE authority over how to discipline the kids. She
ended up divorcing him and getting a restraining order. The church "shunned"(?)
her, telling other members that she was now possessed of the Devil and only the
elders were equipped to speak safely with her.
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Her whole life had been that church, literally. She was devastated and working
her way back to self-acceptance again when I knew her.
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The elders used to come around to "save" her from herself (and the debbil),
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They came when I was home once. I greeted them at the door and told them in
as polite a fashion as I was capable "NEVER TO FUCKING DARKEN OUR FUCKING
DOORSTEP AGAIN".
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I may have been overwhelmed by emotion because I believe I called them an unsavory
name or twenty. Took two times, but they left her alone after that.
.

[jotsy]

6. At 17, my Dad put the back of his hand across my face, not the first or the worst time,

but it was the last. Hid at my older sisters apartment, got two jobs, blew a lot of money on things I didn't need. I'm here and like John Mayer says, in repair. It was November, '79.

Thanks for asking, been a long time since I've been asked to sum it up.

[Haole Girl]

7. Glad you could escape

That was brave of you to leave at such a young age. :hug:

[proteus_lives]

8. I was seven or eight.

I got in trouble at my grade school (I forget over what) and I was sitting in the principals office, they were talking about calling my folks and I got so freaked out just I took off.

A teacher said "Hey!" and gave chase but I was off like a shot. I dodged him and was out a side door, I took off out of the parking lot and through a residential neighborhood. After fifteen minutes of blind running, I realized I had no plan. So I hid behind some dude's tool-shed for about hour before I decided to bite the bullet and head back.

I was lost but a cop car picked me up and drove me back to school. I had caused quite a stir with my parents, the school and the police. My dad was more angry at the school then me.

Why was I in trouble in the first place? Oh, that's gonna bug me for the rest of the day.

[Haole Girl]

9. lol!

Thanks. That's a great story. Brought back memories of times I got into trouble, ran away, and had no plan. :-) :hi: