My life for the last several years has been like an extended hazing with very serious consequences. It has been terrible and tiring. (A few times I thought being shot would have been more humane.)
If I could know you in the end;
I could only say it was worth it.
It was the thought of love that was what gave me strength to go on, but I cried each day a few times a day for nearly 5 years when it would strike me by surprise. It was embarrassing, except I did not see many anyway. People here were mean. I know they were told to do it. It hurt, but I truly did not care all that much. They took my Range Rover and a small car a friend had given me, just to be cruel. I hate those people, but I don't waste much time on them. I have too much to hate as is. I must pick my battles.
One man, owner of a restaurant (Gypsy Cellar) said they should finish off with me that they started with my ancestor who was defenestrated in Prague. That was certainly not the response I was expecting after telling him about my ancestor during a conversation that had been going on. It had been so friendly too. As I say, brush it off.
But, this current crap will not brush off so quickly, or easily.
Too soon? (1618)
My 2nd cousin, by marriage, was Marie Antoinette's direct relation, but I believe my relation by blood was also related to her too. I am going to get genealogy help soon from the Mormons LDS who specialize in Nobility. I love that Dr. Lucy Worsley gives an honest version of the queen's life, not the "let them eat cake" lies and more! She was a much more serious scapegoat, but I was on the death plan too. When I get everything verified, I will be able to add it all into a book to make this awful event even more interesting.
Family history distracts me from my despair. It's all I have, besides caring thoughts.
I just saw that the Gypsy Cellar is still in business!
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