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I am a private person
I am a female
I am 26 years old.
My birthday is: December 12th.
I live in Medford MA USA
I am 25 years old, and I was born in Colorado. When I was 2, my parents divorced, and my dad got custody of me and my younger brother. My mom had visitation rights, but I only saw her once a week and every other weekend. I never thought this was enough because I have always been far closer to my mom than my dad. As my dad has always been emotionally and verbally abusive, it is easy to see why. When I was 18, and thus able to make my own choice about the parent I wanted to live with, I moved in with my mom. I lived with her until recently when I moved to Massachusetts to pursue a career in publishing. Currently, I am living with my step mother's parents who are graciously letting me live with them without having to pay for rent or food. Though I do not yet have a job in publishing, I do work as a proofreading consultant.
I have two younger brothers. I do not have any pets, but I would love to have a cat once I get a place of my own. I am hard of hearing, and I wear hearing aids. However, I am not deaf, so I can hear without them if need be. I enjoy writing and reading sci fi/fantasy, and my favorite bands/singers include TobyMac, Chris Tomlin, Rise Against, and Snow Patrol.
I am 24 years old, and I was born in Colorado. When I was 2, my parents divorced, and my dad got custody of me and my younger brother. My mom had visitation rights, but I only saw her once a week and every other weekend. I never thought this was enough because I have always been far closer to my mom than my dad.
My dad did not remarry until I was 6 years old, but he did want my brother and I to have a good, solid religion. It is important to know that my father was raised in a strict Roman Catholic family with 5 sisters and 2 brothers. Needless to say, his experience with Christianity was not a good one, and that experience has forever tainted his view of Christianity and Christians as a whole. When my dad remarried, he married a Jewish woman. Shortly afterward, I found myself attending Jewish Sunday school (this was a re-constructionist temple, not an Orthodox one). As I had no background or understanding of the culture, the religion, or the language, I was very confused. Unfortunately, no explanation was ever given, nor did my family practice Judaism to any degree outside of Friday night and holidays. From that point on, I loathed going to Sunday school, and later Hebrew school on Wednesdays, and I always watched the clock or longed for a snow day so I wouldn't have to go. After my Bat' Mitzvah when I was 13, I was happy to not let Judaism have any influence on my life ever again.
In my junior year of high school, I met and fell in love with a young Christian man. He saw how wounded and battered my soul was, and he gently encouraged me to find peace in Jesus. Given my upbringing, I was put off and annoyed at first. Eventually, this young man softened his approached and convinced me to attend church with him and his parents. I was welcomed with open arms (and a few hugs too) and greeted as a friend even though none of them knew me. Touched and happy to be in a place that encouraged community and friendship, I began to go to church with my Christian boyfriend as often as I could. When my dad saw how often I was attending church, he came into my room one night and gave me what I have dubbed the "Why Christians are Bad Speech". Essentially, he told me that they were just being nice to convert me, and that they were all evangelicals. He warned me to be careful. I listened with half an ear and promptly disregarded everything he told me. I continued going to church with my boyfriend. He loaned me a bible, and I eventually began to pray on a regular basis. At first I became a Christian to please my boyfriend, but later it came to be something I did for me and for my own salvation.
In my senior year of college, I was prompted by a Christian classmate to attend the on campus Christian group. It was there that I found Jesus and accepted him as my personal Lord and Savior.