Archive for February, 2014


Feeling a Little Gun Shy


Danger!

 

It’s been a rough couple of years… my life has taken so many unexpected turns and I have fought so many battles.  Now I find myself feeling a little adrift.  I’ve been forging ahead and fighting for my life, my marriage, my sanity.  I know the war is far from over and there are battles still to come, but I seem to be enjoying a brief reprieve.  I don’t know whether to be grateful or worried by the seemingly sudden stillness in my life.  Balance seems to be an ongoing theme in this chapter of my life.  Balance between work and play … between striving and rest … between busyness and focus.  I feel constantly torn between two worlds.  I know I am learning more at each pass… spiraling toward a destination rather than circling to nowhere, and that gives me some hope.  I wish I could know the end result of all this.  Oh for a glimpse of the future.  So many hopes and dreams that are still out of reach…but I choose to believe that they are getting closer all the time.

You know who you are


To the person who refuses to get it

To the person who cannot see me through the mask of his own making

To the person who calls ME the monster

To the person who thinks this blog was written to hurt HIS family

You know who you are –

You Repel Me (to quote Sherlock)

You disappoint me.

You are not my judge – you are not my jury – you are not fit to judge me and you have no freaking idea what you are talking about.  Don’t act all wounded and expect me to buy it.  Don’t pretend righteous outrage and expect me to pity you or to cower before you.  Don’t be surprised when I fight back.  I’m not the person you knew.  Don’t make the mistake of thinking that you know me or that you have ANY right to my life…. any right to know me, to speak to me or to comment on my life in any medium.  You lost any right – any claim you may have had on my life – years ago.   You think Dad is so wonderful?  Where were you when he was talking about testifying on Eddie’s behalf as a character witness?  You think Mom is a victim?  How many times have you heard her stand up for herself but allow him to bull-doze over us?  You think you know me?  Think again.  I am no going to go along with you and pretend our family was this happy family.  I am not going to pretend that Dad saying “I’m sorry if I did anything to hurt you.” is an actual apology.  I am not going to pretend that Mom playing the role of the weak wounded woman is going to move me in the face of the life I’ve lived through.   You do not know me.  You have no idea what I am capable of.  You are not welcome here.  You do not want to know my heart, my thoughts?   Then don’t ever come back – don’t read another word.  Just walk away – it’s what you are good at.

Another Rough Night


I’m so exhausted… night after night my dreams are a swirl of images and noise and frantic feelings.  I wake up in the middle of the night with my jaws clenched, head pounding…  I don’t know how much longer I can take this.  If I don’t get my stress level under control I’m going to turn into a full-blown insomniac.  Anyone out there have a sure-fire way to relax before bed?  I’m open to suggestions! 🙂

 

Warm Fuzzy