My life started spiraling downhill in May 06 when my close grandmother died. Since then, I've realized my father's negative impact on me, I started experimenting with alchohol (sp?), and cutting. Then, in July 06, my paster brought her adopted son to church for the first time. Since then, we've been very close and we both "like" each other (nothing is goin on between us because church is the only time we see each other). My father seems to have a problem with this. He says that russians (my friend's native country) are no good pieces of shit. So much bad has happened since my grandmother died, and my friend is the only good thing off the top of my head that I can think of. My father left, but the hurt of the awful things said about my friend still linger inside. Has anybody else ever had parents or anyone feel prejudice against a close friend? I feel like I'm the only one. :(
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