Love & Loss
Jun 6, 2016 4:49:01 GMT -5
Post by Justine on Jun 6, 2016 4:49:01 GMT -5
Love & Loss
by Mercy Williams June 5, 2016
Do people still blog? It seems like Twitter and it’s microblogging seems like the norm these days! Everyone’s attention span is just getting shorter and shorter. Any-how, I feel I have all these jumbled thoughts in my head that are much longer than 140 characters. I don’t expect anyone to read this, this is more of me just getting things out in the open.
On June 3rd 2014, it was a usual Tuesday night. My boyfriend, Raniera would pick me up from Uni in the avro. That particular night he was craving a Big Mac from Maccas so without a second thought we decided to go to the nearest Macca’s Restaurant. He parked the car and I followed him inside which was nothing unusual. I did my typical indecisiveness of what to order - I was tossing up between a cheeseburger or some nuggets. Rani shook his head, impatient, he helped me choose. “Why not nuggets and a cheeseburger’ I frowned. “No, I can’t have both.” I retorted and went with a apple pie instead.
We ate our food like a normal couple, I was bitching about my upcoming assignment I needed to submit at the end of the week since the semester was reaching to a close. Rani being so level-headed was my cheerleader. At the time he was completing an apprenticeship in Automotive’s since cars was his second love.
We exited to the carpark to only be stopped by a man. He yelled out at me “Hey sweetheart, how youse doin’?” I didn’t think much at it at first as I continued walking. The man yelled out some lewd obscenity to me which then my boyfriend didn’t take too kindly of. I tried to meditate my boyfriend, telling him it’s not worth it. Rani couldn’t help it since his male testosterone came into effect to become my knight in shining armour. I pulled Rani away by the arm, but to my horror I was suddenly knocked down to the gravel. The assailant had struck my boyfriend in the head.
Over the past year or so the ‘King Hit’ or ‘One Hit Punch’ became an alarming trend in Sydney, Australia. Google those keywords words and you would get endless news stories of different victims. I write this to admit that I am one of those people who are affected by such an heinous act.
My boyfriend Raniera was killed. My first boyfriend, My first everything was taken away from me. I couldn’t come to terms with what had happened, I was just numb inside. All I could think was everything was my fault. I endured the trial of his murder and I didn’t even want to know the man who killed my boyfriend. I blocked out the name and face. I just couldn’t deal with it.
A year after the ordeal, I decided to travel to America to find a new path. I knew, Sydney wasn’t the place for me anymore. I was harbouring too many feelings and I needed to break free. Wrestling was that escape for me. It gave me that courage and strength to fight my own battles. Also, Rani was initially the only one who supported my desire of becoming a wrestler. He joked that he always wanted to be the husband of WWE Diva.
Now it's the two year anniversary of his death and I’m halfway through my rookie year of wrestling. You have no idea how much he’s on my mind right now. I want him to beside me, to be my personal cheerleader when the going goes tough. I can cry every tear I have, but I have to understand nothing can bring him back.
I don’t need you guys to feel sorry for me. I just wanted to write this blog to get a better understanding of myself. We all deal with different degrees of hardships, but it's up to us to grow and become stronger. Never take things for granted…
Xox Mercy
by Mercy Williams June 5, 2016
Do people still blog? It seems like Twitter and it’s microblogging seems like the norm these days! Everyone’s attention span is just getting shorter and shorter. Any-how, I feel I have all these jumbled thoughts in my head that are much longer than 140 characters. I don’t expect anyone to read this, this is more of me just getting things out in the open.
On June 3rd 2014, it was a usual Tuesday night. My boyfriend, Raniera would pick me up from Uni in the avro. That particular night he was craving a Big Mac from Maccas so without a second thought we decided to go to the nearest Macca’s Restaurant. He parked the car and I followed him inside which was nothing unusual. I did my typical indecisiveness of what to order - I was tossing up between a cheeseburger or some nuggets. Rani shook his head, impatient, he helped me choose. “Why not nuggets and a cheeseburger’ I frowned. “No, I can’t have both.” I retorted and went with a apple pie instead.
We ate our food like a normal couple, I was bitching about my upcoming assignment I needed to submit at the end of the week since the semester was reaching to a close. Rani being so level-headed was my cheerleader. At the time he was completing an apprenticeship in Automotive’s since cars was his second love.
We exited to the carpark to only be stopped by a man. He yelled out at me “Hey sweetheart, how youse doin’?” I didn’t think much at it at first as I continued walking. The man yelled out some lewd obscenity to me which then my boyfriend didn’t take too kindly of. I tried to meditate my boyfriend, telling him it’s not worth it. Rani couldn’t help it since his male testosterone came into effect to become my knight in shining armour. I pulled Rani away by the arm, but to my horror I was suddenly knocked down to the gravel. The assailant had struck my boyfriend in the head.
Over the past year or so the ‘King Hit’ or ‘One Hit Punch’ became an alarming trend in Sydney, Australia. Google those keywords words and you would get endless news stories of different victims. I write this to admit that I am one of those people who are affected by such an heinous act.
My boyfriend Raniera was killed. My first boyfriend, My first everything was taken away from me. I couldn’t come to terms with what had happened, I was just numb inside. All I could think was everything was my fault. I endured the trial of his murder and I didn’t even want to know the man who killed my boyfriend. I blocked out the name and face. I just couldn’t deal with it.
A year after the ordeal, I decided to travel to America to find a new path. I knew, Sydney wasn’t the place for me anymore. I was harbouring too many feelings and I needed to break free. Wrestling was that escape for me. It gave me that courage and strength to fight my own battles. Also, Rani was initially the only one who supported my desire of becoming a wrestler. He joked that he always wanted to be the husband of WWE Diva.
Now it's the two year anniversary of his death and I’m halfway through my rookie year of wrestling. You have no idea how much he’s on my mind right now. I want him to beside me, to be my personal cheerleader when the going goes tough. I can cry every tear I have, but I have to understand nothing can bring him back.
I don’t need you guys to feel sorry for me. I just wanted to write this blog to get a better understanding of myself. We all deal with different degrees of hardships, but it's up to us to grow and become stronger. Never take things for granted…
Xox Mercy
