Janice's journey

This biography is made based on the diary of a young woman who lived in many years in Denmark before she went on a holiday at her birthmother’s county. Her values and morale is based on her upbringing in Denmark which some might consider offending. However in order to truly understand how she experienced her stay in the United States the cultural influences has to be considered a major contributor to her choices both before, under and after her stay.

Second the names of individual youth transport firms, wilderness programs and boarding schools are not mentioned. It is not a question about being for or against various companies offering emotional growth. It is strictly a story about how Janice as she has chosen to call herself experienced a number of incidents which left life changing marks on her adult life.

This biography is co-authored because Janice wanted to have her story published in both Danish and English.


23. The final betrayal

When I came home to the apartment I slept all. The journey had exhausted me to a degree that I had no strength left. It was as if I was seasick. I had difficulties maintaining my balance. I was just so tired.


The next day I felt better and my first priority was to meet with John. Since we had established ourselves as a couple we had never been apart for so long. I couldn’t wait to feel his arms around me. I phoned him. All I got was his mother. She said that John would not talk to me. That she had done so often so I tried again later with the same result.


I went to the hairdresser.  She did her best trying to repair the damage my hair had suffered due to long hours in the sun and my experiments trying to dye my hair black. Hard work resulted in a fairly result.


With no result over the phone I walked to John’s. I loved him so much and now be with him. I rang the bell at his parent’s apartment. His mother opened the door and told me that he had moved and he wouldn’t talk to me. I didn’t understand. In his mails he had said that he would try to help me.


I contacted some of his friends who told me that his new apartment was just a block down from his parent’s apartment. When I rang the bell a girl opened the door and asked what I wanted. John came to the door and looked at me as if he had seen a ghost. Something was wrong. I looked at the door sign. HE WAS MARRIED!


I started to cry and ran home. I was completely devastated. My world had fallen apart. My support through my entire ordeal had run off with another girl and they had married. My future was gone. Nothing made sense. In the evening John called and asked me to meet him down at the burger bar the next day. He would like to explain himself.


Next day I went to the meeting with John. He presented his wife for me. I have chosen to call her Ulla. She was from the same country as John’s family originated from. Long ago their families made an agreement so that John would marry Ulla as part of a more complex deal. First he had been against the agreement. He considered it a burden but he had come to love Ulla and realized shortly before my departure to the United States that Ulla was his future. He admitted that he found difficult breaking up with me and that had been the reason for his behaviors. He believed that I would find happiness once I had adjusted to the life away from Denmark so I would forget him over time so he didn’t need to deliver the harsh reality to me. I was speechless. He had failed me big time.


And he did more than just fail me. Once I contacted him he hacked his way into my father’s webmail so he could make it look like it was my father who helped my mother finding me every time I ran away. He had accepted that I was sent to a wilderness program and later the boarding school. My entire ordeal was caused because he was a coward. I was that close hitting him but it would have sent me to jail because the burger bar was full of people.


That day John removed what was left of my belief in humanity. I had relied on him more than any person on this planet. All this time the hope of a future was equal with returning to Denmark and to live with John. Even in the most desperate moments where I had thought that my father had abandoned me, I believed in John. There was nothing left for me in this world. I ran home with my face covered in tears.

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