Friday, February 20, 2015
i am not sure what was said but i began thinking earlier in the day about my first love. i don't know why i went down that memory lane, but it wasn't to think of would've, could've, should've. It was to ask "what happened to that girl and her self esteem".
my first love was abusive, not really to me. Unfortunately, his first wife seem to take the brunt and when the cops had to continually show up at his house, it was evident. when i heard that i remember looking back and seeing all of the signs, i wasn't used to that and since we had been friends for many years, i didn't understand it. i would just leave or tell him that we needed to discuss whatever when he calmed down. i was leaving once and i thought he was going to tear his front door off the hinges.
i wondered where i had lost that self assuredeness and starting allowing people to invade my boundaries, treat me badly, and make me feel responsible. most importantly, when did i start staying. i think it was because of this relationship. he went away to work for the summer and i cruised town, dated another guy, and knew that he would never forgive me and it would be over when he came back. I went to go and see him and he said the exact opposite, he said that he loved me and wanted me. I was thrown a curve ball, didn't know how to react, so i needed some time. He didn't take that too well, we did get back together for a short amount of time and then he cheated on me at the high school football game. I lost the love of my life and my best friend that year, i had no one really to lean on and i just spiralled into my first really bad depression. I was living with my mother who was working all kinds of strange hours, my dad was going to law school (something he didn't really want to do) and you could really tell the strain that was taking on their marriage. i am sure that i didn't really help since my mother and i had a relationship that was to one extreme or the other.
i beat myself up for not staying for many years afterward. i think i married my first husband because he reminded me of my first love. unfortunately, they were way too much alike.
i never talked to my first Love's ex wife about what had happened. i know they stayed married a long time, i am not sure who left who. thankfully they never had children.
i did feel a little twinge of jealously when i heard that he had gotten married, had a child, and they owned two houses in two states so that they could be close to both of their parents. i pray that his new wife will never have to see the person that his ex wife and i did.
the defining moment of self loathing was when i had convinced myself that he would never love anyone the way he loved me. then i was sitting on the stairs during lunch one day, him and her were standing in the foyer and i saw the way that he was holding her hand and looking at her and i told myself right then and there "see, i am not that special" and carried it for far too many years.
it all happened so quickly, the divorce was something that i needed to do years before. we were just roommates. i can remember when we first split up and i think it was my first month paying bills by myself and my car payment was to automatically drafted from my account. I wake up to this email and it was from my bank about how my automatic payment was denied because i had insufficient funds. I felt like a failure, like maybe i couldn't do this on my own. I was out of town on a business meeting, had no way to look up my account, when i knew there was more than enough money in the account to cover my car payment. I was determined not to call him and ask him for help. I called the bank and it was a glitch in the system and now every month i get the email, i just smile and remember how my faith in myself was shaken that day.
Now i use my beloved spreadsheet and make up the budget, pay the bills and thank god that we find a way each month. We are still paying 2 house payments and all of the bills that go with that, it has been 6 months since my husband and daughter moved from that house and we made a home together. I can actually say that for once it seems like home. I know that the house will sell when it is the right time, my husband gets caught up in "when the house sells". Where i only know to deal with the here and now. I call it our "new reality" and maybe that is what the last year taught me. I still don't think i know how to live in the moment, but i have gotten better at "being here" for the sake of my daughter because i don't ever want her to feel like i felt. She is so beautiful and smart and sure of herself and so willing to put herself out there, playing softball listening to coach get on to her. I see that and i am so wishful for that mentality because i would be standing on that field crying. I tell her my stories of failure so that she knows that it happens. Try to explain motives of boys and how she should be treated and she should never expect anything less. I hope her father and i show her somewhat of a healthy relationship (the healthiest that i have ever been in).
I just try to be the cool step mom who listens, tries not to judge, tries not to intrude on her personal boundaries, and hopefully she can learn from my lessons.
so my "timehop" was
"well didn't that just stink? If it were Christmas i would say bah humbug, what you say when your vday was horrible?"
this was 4 years ago, skippy was mad at me and kicked me out of the car on okmulgee, he came back and picked me up. If there was a defining moment for my marriage being over that was the exact moment. I can remember the way he looked at me, it was the look i had seen on too many guys faces when they snap. I had to fight with him for two days to get him to apologize and then i heard the motto of every guy that was ever mean to me "I am sorry BUT you made ME do it". I was so broken hearted because i never thought that he would ever do that to me, i never thought he was capable. I should have known better, he had treated everyone else in his life like they were beneath him. I don't know why i thought that i was special. I guess i was still stuck in my bad boy, i can change them cycle.
this is how twisted i am, i read that last week and just laughed. i suppose it was because he couldn't hurt me like that anymore or it was just another learning lesson from my past. How much that hurt at the time and now it was a joke.
i was watching "married at first sight, the first year" and i could see skippy and i in one of the couples. She had a really bad childhood to which i cannot compare. Her husband is beaver cleaver and he really struggles to see where she is coming from. dejavu. she wants a family so bad and they are very inviting right now. Please do not expect that to last forever, the moment you hurt their baby boy, they will turn on you like wolves. Now, you have built your life around them, depending on their encouragement, and one day it will all be gone and you will be lost.
i saw my ex father in law the other day, said good afternoon, walked on expecting nothing else and he actually sounded happy to see me....i just kept on walking. i don't need anymore heart ache, i think i have enough. I can finally talk about his parents without crying.
what was it that oprah always says i wouldnt take a nickel for my journey now.
Friday, January 30, 2015
So, I am a nerd. I like to listen to NPR especially fresh air. I love her interviews, the book reviews of books that I buy and can't find time to read.
A writer she was interviewing was describing the instructional presentation that is at the beginning of every flight as if everyone was in church, being quiet (which no one does anymore) and not challenging why we are suppose to put on our mask before helping anyone else.
All I can ever think about during the "in the case of a water landing, remove your seat and wrap your arms in the bands to use as a personal flotation device" is we are more than likely going to crash into the ocean and die. If, by chance scully is piloting our plane and we successfully "land" on water, that seat isn't going to float with me on it for very long or keep me from getting eaten by sharks. Worse yet, I land in the everglades and get eaten by an alligator. Hopefully I drown before I am eaten.
I once thought that the price of tickets should be based on pilots experience (odds are if they crashed you wouldn't have to concern yourself with those pilots), but if scully is flying, you would probably pay a little more for that peace of mind. If you get a newbie well then you get a discount to buy air insurance from one of those little kiosks at the airport.
Speaking of which, if you buy insurance and you die....how does anyone know you purchased insurance. They could just cash your check and move along to the next anxiety driven purchaser.
I always wonder if I am the only one who thinks any of this and wants to ask the nice stewardess how long I may expect that cushion to float (they are probably secretly thinking the same thing I am, we are all going to die so really none of this information is useful). Maybe if you are really crafty you could steal a bunch of them and tie a few to each appendage, that might keep you floating for a few more minutes. I do know one thing, don't fly on airchina, they have a bad habit of losing planes. Wonder how those seat cushions are floating?
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Be the man you want your daughter to date (or something like that)
I dated this guy in the early 90's. It was one of those wth was I thinking decisions. He wasn't very nice to me, broke up with me, and sent my world spinning. Then after I got divorced he came back around swearing I was the love of his life. I have a rule of not dating exes because it usually doesn't take long to figure out why they are your ex. I still swear to this day that we were in two different relationships.
He even sent a text to make sure we had no chance of getting back together before he proposed to his live in girlfriend.
She has at least one daughter and I am guessing by his face book post that a guy told her she was fat and ugly. He had a tirade of threats to find this guy and I guess beat him up (real mature I know).
Now I know it takes two to tangle but I think he has been a ass to pretty much everyone he has ever dated. He once left a girlfriend at his parents house so he could go to a party with me (I didn't know and was furious when I found out). He has a child with a girl that was drunk and allowed multiple to have sex with her. He once told me that he would like to have sex with me because I hadn't had a child, sex in 6 years, so I wouldn't be stretched out (he was living with his soon to be wife).
So I found the irony of his tirade of how men should treat women.
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Everything makes me uncomfortable these days. I wonder if I have ever truly been comfortable. I think when I hit a place in my depression where I am not drowning and I am too worn out to want for anything is when I feel comfortable.
I spend my days going from happy, to sad, cold, to hot, can't hear to too loud. I go from wanting to curl up in joe's arms to wanting curl up and never see or hear a soul. Some days I see fine and some days I feel as if there is a film on my glasses and in my world. I just want to pull my skin off and feel something else.
I pull at my clothes and can't sit still. I don't know what to do to feel different.
Some days I have the patience of a saint to being irritated by the sound of my own voice.
I am stuck in my own goldilocks world. Nothing feels "just right".
Yesterday a man asked for directions to a local store. I was listening as one of my cashiers was giving him directions. I became confused and I live here.
I think the way people give directions says something about them.
People come in my store and ask for the restroom, I hear people going through this long drawn out explanation. I am thinking I hope that they don't have to go too bad or there is going to be a puddle. It starts out with "do you see that exit sign on the back wall, look to the right, lower....turn left and go down the hall, it is the first or second door on the right. Don't turn right because that is the breakdown and at the end of the hall is wellness."
If you ask me where the restroom is "it is in the back right-hand corner, go down the hallway and it is on the right."