The trip to Vegas did me wonders. I’m still feeling upbeat since my return. There was one moment on my trip, sitting in the sun talking with two friends, when I felt a warm tingle. During this particular moment, I felt life’s blessings surrounding me. I was warm. The sun was shining, and I was with friends. I felt humbled to know that they actually like me, chose to spend time with me, and that they cared for me. I knew it was one of those moments in life that would become a treasured memory, and I felt honored to know it as it was happening. I sat there thinking in disbelief, “These are good people, and they are my friends.” I had grown to believe that I did not deserve such things. I still smile at the thought of such a blessing in my life, a simple moment that made me happy to be alive and on this earth. Continue Reading »
T quit his job. Yep. His last day was Friday. By 6:00 p.m. he was home. Home here with me. After four months of living apart, we’re under the same roof once again. Two empty houses sit back at home. Neither one of them are sold. Although we have an offer pending on my parents’ home, we’re not taking that for granted. Four previous offers have fallen through at the 11th hour. T had hoped to have a job offer prior to quitting his job and moving here. Hopefully, he will by the end of this week, but that hasn’t happened yet. Finally….finally…finally after months of living apart, T took a GIANT leap outside of his comfort zone. He said a mental “F*&# it” and joined his family. Continue Reading »
***Below is another draft blog post. This one was written on November 16, 2011, almost two years ago now. The event I refer to below is now even further in my past.
I’m thankful for the gift of time. Some pain never completely goes away, but time does heal. Pain changes us in both good and bad ways. I will never understand why things happened as they did. I wish that I didn’t have this knowledge and experience with lies, cruelty, and deception. I have been forever changed in ways that still make me sad. I mourn my loss of innocence and my loss of the ability to trust. I still struggle with the fact that I often expect the worst from people instead of seeing their best.
However, I did learn one lesson that I hope to never forget. At my darkest hour, I found myself alone, and I blame myself for that fact. I had cut myself off from the good things in my life. I had lost my relationship with God; I had emotionally distanced myself from my family and friends. My emotions, loyalties, energy, and efforts had been misplaced. I was lost, and it was my own fault. I poured my emotions into blogging. I talked to a therapist seeking answers. Neither of those things worked. The blog helped sometimes, but in the end, I was still alone. The therapist helped even less. I was seeking answers, reaching out like a person in the dark. I was grasping and lost.
Life IS better now. I am beginning to find my way. I know who I am and where I am. I’m beginning to soften and to carefully trust again…very carefully.
As I drove to work this morning, my thoughts were full of where I was in my life on THIS DAY exactly one year ago. November 16, 2010 was the date of the biggest betrayal of my life. I remembered phone conversations from that terrible day. I remembered what I wore, gold skirt and a black sweater. I remembered sitting on my therapist’s couch, and I was shaking with fear. I was worried, yet hopeful. Continue Reading »
I heard this song today as I drove to work. I had been driving along, looking at the now-barren fields, the beauty of the blue sky, and the wispy clouds overhead. As always, I felt calmed and grounded by this land that I love. It was during moments like this morning, that I would often pick up my phone to call my dad, my connection to all that has come before me and loved this land in very much the same way. As tears filled my eyes at the painful reminder that I can no longer reach out and hear my dad’s voice, I remembered that his spirit is always near me. And then this song played on my iPod.
Today I was able to cross something off of my Bucket List. I stopped to touch a windmill. Wind farms have sprung up all around our home, and their beauty fascinates me. These giant and graceful windmills are archaic, surreal, and post-apocalyptic all at the same time. They bring to mind Don Quixote and Snake Plissken. Continue Reading »
On Thursday, T and I are leaving on a trip. We’ll be gone for five nights. FIVE NIGHTS…without kids. I was thinking about that tonight, and I realized that this will be the first time since 1988 that T and I have been alone for this long. FIVE NIGHTS. Oh, we have taken trips here and there. We went to Vegas for our 25th wedding anniversary, but that was not a good time in our marriage. We flew in, spent three awkward days trying to stay busy and not argue, and we flew back home. We’ve taken trips to move kids or visit kids, but we haven’t taken a trip simply by ourselves since 1988. Continue Reading »
Yesterday was National Suicide Awareness Day. A friend’s post on Facebook last night made me aware of the day, but more importantly it reminded me of the lies that depression can tell a person.
“Life is not worth living.”
“I am not loved.”
“I am not good enough.” Continue Reading »
Andrew called home on Monday night asking for some advice. Why might water be leaking from his freezer? While we suggested that perhaps his freezer door hadn’t been properly closed, that was only wishful thinking. On Tuesday morning, he called to tell me that he had gone to the fridge for a glass of milk, and everything was warm. He called the building super and was told that a repairman would be sent out the next day. The next day??? I wanted to hop in my car immediately and bring my son a cooler and some ice. He doesn’t have a cooler in Chicago, and he doesn’t even know anyone to call to borrow a cooler. Continue Reading »