ColourODarkness
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This is the most detailed life I visited 
I believe I was somewhere in Europe... Germany perhaps? I was a young woman with two sisters, both under 10 (I believe one of them was my sister in this life), we lived in a house with a thatch roof, close to some fields with tall grass. Our neighbors house went up in flames, and we were worried it'd spread to our house, we helped in attempting to put out the fire with buckets of water from the river close by but it was no use. My mother, a kind woman (She was either my grandmother or my mother in this life) let the neighbors come and live in our house, to my fathers displeasure :laugh:
Not long after my father died at work, he was crushed by machinery of some form, a large engine I think, and my mother turned into a somewhat spiteful woman. I told her after his death that I still felt he was there, though not in physical form and she told me it was a lot of rubbish. She wanted me to marry a lovely young man from the village, but we didn't fancy each other in that way, though we knew one another, and on the day of his wedding she became angry at me, telling me that the reason men didn't like me was because I wasn't "lady" enough. I liked to tinker with things, look inside things like clocks and see how they work, and that's why men didn't want me. So she tried to send me to a school for ladies where I'd learn to be more lady-like. I told her I was going but instead ran away to the next town over and settled myself in a clock shop where I was taught how to repair cuckoo clocks and pocket watches by a wonderful old man.
I remember there were children who used to come and look in the window at the clocks there, and the street outside of the shop was cobble. There was a young man named Henry who used to come to the shop (who I'm pretty sure was my boyfriend in this life), he had messy brown hair and was very tall, and he used to come to the shop claiming to want to know what new clocks we had, saying he wanted to buy one for a relative but never left with one. I remember during the regression I was very smiley and giggly because I knew he was coming to this shop and using the clocks as an excuse to come and talk with me :laugh: He was incredibly dorky, a bit like my boyfriend now!
We were married at some point, and we skipped to another moment in time when I was giving birth to our second child, a little girl. We already had a son together (my brother in this life) who was very naughty, liked to make a lot of noise. Henry was by my side panicking (which made me laugh) he was worrying a ridiculous amount, and I remember saying that I was telling him not to worry because I'd done this before.
Our daughter died shortly after the birth which was distressing... I remember the coffin being incredibly tiny and having a small funeral for her. We didn't have any more children after that because I was worried it'd happen again.
My son married in his early 20's to a woman that I wouldn't have matched him with, but she made him happy, so I was happy~ They had a daughter together, but before she was 1 years old she died of something like Scarlet Fever. She was covered in red blotches, didn't make much noise, barely moved.
After that the towns people claimed that our family had a curse, that we couldn't raise girls, and my son blamed me for his daughters death and disowned me. Having my only child not want anything to do with me was very upsetting. A short while after that Henry passed, he was sick before he died so I was glad that he no longer had to suffer, even though I missed him terribly. I wore a lot of black after his death, and was alone when I died at a ripe old age.
Apparently in that lifetime my wonderfully spiteful mother, once she found out I had run off to be myself rather than attend the school, found a friend to curse me so that we wouldn't be able to raise girls... Thanks mum :laugh:
I believe I was somewhere in Europe... Germany perhaps? I was a young woman with two sisters, both under 10 (I believe one of them was my sister in this life), we lived in a house with a thatch roof, close to some fields with tall grass. Our neighbors house went up in flames, and we were worried it'd spread to our house, we helped in attempting to put out the fire with buckets of water from the river close by but it was no use. My mother, a kind woman (She was either my grandmother or my mother in this life) let the neighbors come and live in our house, to my fathers displeasure :laugh:
Not long after my father died at work, he was crushed by machinery of some form, a large engine I think, and my mother turned into a somewhat spiteful woman. I told her after his death that I still felt he was there, though not in physical form and she told me it was a lot of rubbish. She wanted me to marry a lovely young man from the village, but we didn't fancy each other in that way, though we knew one another, and on the day of his wedding she became angry at me, telling me that the reason men didn't like me was because I wasn't "lady" enough. I liked to tinker with things, look inside things like clocks and see how they work, and that's why men didn't want me. So she tried to send me to a school for ladies where I'd learn to be more lady-like. I told her I was going but instead ran away to the next town over and settled myself in a clock shop where I was taught how to repair cuckoo clocks and pocket watches by a wonderful old man.
I remember there were children who used to come and look in the window at the clocks there, and the street outside of the shop was cobble. There was a young man named Henry who used to come to the shop (who I'm pretty sure was my boyfriend in this life), he had messy brown hair and was very tall, and he used to come to the shop claiming to want to know what new clocks we had, saying he wanted to buy one for a relative but never left with one. I remember during the regression I was very smiley and giggly because I knew he was coming to this shop and using the clocks as an excuse to come and talk with me :laugh: He was incredibly dorky, a bit like my boyfriend now!
We were married at some point, and we skipped to another moment in time when I was giving birth to our second child, a little girl. We already had a son together (my brother in this life) who was very naughty, liked to make a lot of noise. Henry was by my side panicking (which made me laugh) he was worrying a ridiculous amount, and I remember saying that I was telling him not to worry because I'd done this before.
Our daughter died shortly after the birth which was distressing... I remember the coffin being incredibly tiny and having a small funeral for her. We didn't have any more children after that because I was worried it'd happen again.
My son married in his early 20's to a woman that I wouldn't have matched him with, but she made him happy, so I was happy~ They had a daughter together, but before she was 1 years old she died of something like Scarlet Fever. She was covered in red blotches, didn't make much noise, barely moved.
After that the towns people claimed that our family had a curse, that we couldn't raise girls, and my son blamed me for his daughters death and disowned me. Having my only child not want anything to do with me was very upsetting. A short while after that Henry passed, he was sick before he died so I was glad that he no longer had to suffer, even though I missed him terribly. I wore a lot of black after his death, and was alone when I died at a ripe old age.
Apparently in that lifetime my wonderfully spiteful mother, once she found out I had run off to be myself rather than attend the school, found a friend to curse me so that we wouldn't be able to raise girls... Thanks mum :laugh:
