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Happy Birthday, Hoodie

It's been a long time since I wrote here ... over a year. This month marks the anniversary of this blog - and of journey of life changes it captures. As I've read back over those earliest posts, I am amazed at the level of pain I feel in the words ...

It was an awful situation, with a bunch of crummy options. I wouldn't wish that situation or those options on anyone. But given what I had, I chose the actions that, at the time, seemed best. Time has told me that when I chose to remove myself from danger and pain, I chose well. When I put myself (personally, physically, and emotionally) in danger because of an ideology, I chose poorly. But, looking back, I don't fault myself for choosing the paths I did. I didn't know where each choice would lead and, given some different variables, unknown at the time, any one of my choices, when coupled with choices in the same direction by him, could have led to an incredibly redemptive outcome. Instead, the series of both of our choices, but ultimately my own, has led me here, to precisely where I am now.

I appreciate the learning and growth I have experienced as a result of having made the decisions I did, and the events that followed. I have a more active and positive view of the power of my decisions, the impact of every relationship I choose to have or not have, the inherent worth of myself as a person.

Some of my decision making over the past two years has centered around addressing several physical health issues through changing diet, increasing exercise, and adjusting sleep habits. I take responsibility for what I put in my body and what I choose to leave out. I push myself to set and reach goals for exercise and training that 2-year-ago me would never have thought possible. In general, I feel great!

The impact I feel from each relationship I have has also shifted drastically. I used to say that I was completely invested in all of my relationships. First, this was untrue (from a math perspective, it's simply unrealistic), but, more importantly, it came from a lack of self-knowledge and self-love. I was less discerning about how much of me each person I interacted with got ... which meant, for me, that I trusted no one with anything of value. Now, I trust a few people with a lot of me, and am open to sharing my story with anyone who will benefit from it. I actively start and continue healthy relationships - even if, at times, the unhealthy parts of me are afraid to connect. I know how to end relationships and revoke trust, and I don't apologize for it. I've given myself the freedom and space to feel my worth as a person - a fully developed, functional, emotional, intellectual being. With healing has come a rediscovered self as a quietly confident, aware, accepting person unhampered by repressed emotions.

Am I better for my path? No. I don't think people become better and worse - only more developed versions of who they are. For the path I have followed, I am stronger, healthier. I'm more empathetic and less conclusory, slower to advise and faster to listen, more self aware and less self absorbed. I am more discerning about who I consider a friend and what I share. I am more confident in my decisions and willing to take ownership of them. I feel like I am still on the road, but coming to the end of this particular journey. Understanding that my past colors my perspectives and will cast both shadow and light on my future, from here, it's time to look forward.

Connection

This summer I spent a lot of time traveling: a self-guided driving tour of my beautiful home state, a week-long wander in a city far away, and several long weekend pit stops in between. I love the places I visited - each has a special memory attached to it. My favorite part of my journeys, though, were the human connections I made everywhere I went. I spent a lot of time with good friends, old and new, had several chance encounters that led to amazing conversations, and and also had quite a bit of time with my own thoughts. 

Through this series of long wandering talks, brief momentary encounters, and endless pondering I came to appreciate the value of people - and myself.  We all have hurts, fears, stresses, joys, and victories. Some people I talked to were scared, lonely. Others were exuberant, carefree. The former far and away outnumbered the latter, by the way. We talked about family, work, health, love, home ... basically anything anyone would talk to or listen to me about.

Sometimes I felt brave talking about my life. Sometimes I wanted to be brave for them as I listened to others talk about their lives. Most of the conversations I had weren't about giving or receiving advice - they were merely about connecting, each person having someone to listen to whatever needed to be said or heard.

I'm coming out of a long, hard to walk road with better sense of self and purpose, stronger, yet more vulnerable, aware of my surroundings and at peace.  In all the connections made, places visited, and memories captured I identified some areas I want to work on as I continue shedding the layers of "hoodies" I piled on my emotional self. I was reminded that I am not alone in my oh-so-human experience on this spinning blue and green globe and that connecting with others is life giving. 

Outloud

I am not the first, and I won't be the last, to use an online forum to write about writing in online forums. Obligatory acknowledgement of this aside...

Because we have Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, as well as associated or stand-alone messaging systems, it's easy to feel connected to a lot people ... Sometimes more connection than actually exists. I've spent some useful time this week divesting my online social profiles of references to him, and, along the way, taking a fresh look at who I am online. More on this later, but I am really excited about the idea of re-establishing myself.

Perspectives

So, yesterday I learned that he and I have completely different views on the cause and circumstances leading to our divorce. I wrote about how unbelievably angry I am about that.

But as I am processing through it, I want to parse through a few things:

For me, our divorce is a single-issue situation: He hurt me ... in ways I choose to not write because they are highly personal to me and potentially damaging to him. And it's not just the acts, but his response to my telling him that I am not okay with them. He blamed me ... told me I would be okay with it if I loved him better, was more open, or was 'not crazy.' So, he takes no responsibility for the physical acts, or the emotional pummeling after the fact.  This broke our marriage beyond any realistic expectation of reconciliation.

But here's the awful part ... After I made it clear this was not a lifestyle I want, he changed the conversation and made this divorce to be a messy, emotion driven episode brought about by my attempting to hold him to some "expectations", while failing to live to his expectations.

It is truly sad that he has abdicated any responsibility for maintaining our relationship, or, ultimately, its end. But, I think it's okay that we have differing views. I wish his view accounted for the violent things he did to me. But, ultimately, it is not my job to hold him to a standard on that.

All I can do is understand myself and then move on.

Mad

It finally happened! I am angry - mad as nails. I am hopping mad ... literally.

I just learned that he is blaming me completely for our marriage ending.

Let me say this: It's one thing for me to nicely say that I have expectations that he wasn't meeting ... Those expectations are minimal: don't cheat on me. don't hurt me. want to be married to me. It is ENTIRELY DIFFERENT for HIM to say it. When he says "she has expectations" it implies to the listener that I have been, in some way, unfairly burdensome in my requests or requirements of him.

Unbelievable.  UNBELIEVABLE.

Today's song: Before He Cheats, Carrie Underwood
not my situation, but I totally get her sentiment right now.....

History

I“History is always written by the winners. When two cultures clash, the loser is obliterated, and the winner writes the history books-books which glorify their own cause and disparage the conquered foe. As Napoleon once said, 'What is history, but a fable agreed upon?” - Dan Brown, The DaVinci Code
He's changing the story. A lot. To make himself the winner? I don't know.

We have long time friends that he brought to the relationship ... who he needs to talk to about this. And he finally has ... just this week. Maybe just today. After the awful of the past two years ... After the heart-wrenching events of last summer ... After we've filed for divorce. Why has he not been talking to his friends???????



I had dinner with one of them tonight. She is confused and disheartened. Join the club, sister. I don't feel comfortable telling her about the real reason for the divorce ... because she is his friend. And I promised him I wouldn't strip him of his friends. So I gave some generic "changes and differences" answer and then just willed the conversation to move on. And it did. But she knew I was lying ... And I've lost her trust because of it.

Sick

oh this is not good. I'm sick. My head is all stuffy and my throat is gunky. uuunnnnngggghhhhhhhh. why me?

Feelings

This 'feeling things' is for the birds. I am up, down, here, there. Happy, sad, scared, excited ... and that's just in the past five minutes.

Seriously, though, my coworkers don't know which me is coming to work from one day to the next. Part of me thinks they should give a little credit for the fact that I COME TO WORK EVERYDAY.

Then there's the anguished crying. Which I really can't handle. Random moments, no warning signs ... just bursting into uncontrollable, wracking sobs. This happened on the highway ... Doing 70. In an instant I couldn't see and had to pull over ... It went fine, and eventually I stopped crying ... but it's not okay. This is not okay. I am NOT okay.

Jump!

I jumped out of an airplane today ... on purpose. It was perspective altering and life giving. I didn't know I would be jumping until I got to the hangar. I am so glad I did it. I feel ... something. I have felt ... nothing ... for so long. When I looked out the door of the airplane, then hurled myself into the air with literally nothing between me and the ground, I FELT. And they were good feelings: excitement, happiness, freedom. It is as though I needed a hard reset on my emotional, physical, and mental well being ... and that was it. I feel ... something.

Shrink

I have lost 15 pounds in 4 weeks. I don't feel like eating. When I do eat I usually throw up. I've figured out I can safely eat scrambled eggs, hummus and carrot sticks, and mostly any other vegetables, so long as they are raw or cooked in water, not oil. I can't eat dairy. I don't like any starches. I've sworn off caffeine, sugar, and alcohol so that I stop relying on them for placebo. So I eat soft foods ... and not much of them. And I walk. So I shrink.

Walk

Walking. This is what I do now. I go to work, but I'm not really 'there.' I walk. Every day. 3 miles. 6 miles. 10 miles. I walk because I need to DO SOMETHING. And because I need to relearn how to move. My body hurts. Still. From last summer's injuries, and the stress. And it's better than crying. So I walk. Miles upon miles. Just walking. And thinking.

Shock

I don't remember yesterday. Not the way I should be able to. I don't remember going places or doing things. I remember moments.

Courthouse security.

Signing a paper.

Wandering a hallway at work.

A phone call.

Staring at the wall wrapped in a blanket.

Schnitzel.

Minions.

Football.

Talking.

Move

I did it. Today I moved out of my house and into a bedroom. The possessions I brought with me are in the garage. I am living out of boxes. One day at a time.

Christmas

It's Christmas Eve. I don't even know what that means anymore.

He's been telling me for days how miserable he is ... drawing charts and graphs with arrows pointing at various parts of his life that are broken. And I'm the nebulous around which all of this misery swirls.

I feel like shit. I have cried nearly constantly for days. I don't know how many. More than a week. I haven't slept. I am exhausted.

I called my counselor today. On Christmas Eve. She told me what she's been telling me: It's over.

I know. I know it's over. I just can't handle the heart ache. I might break.

Days

I lived in my apartment for 10 days. Then I broke the lease and now I am back home ... where I belong ...? He has promised to change. He went to see a counselor. He said he'll talk to his doctor. He's started talking about his issues.

But he says he wants things from me, too. A list of things. And they're weird, household things, like mini blinds and laundry. I can't compare 'remember to open and close the mini blinds' to 'remember to not hurt your wife.' It feels off. All I want from him is to not hurt me. Other than that, we can work it out. So this can maybe work. I can try. If I try then maybe he'll want it to work too.

Here

I texted her in a panic because I needed a place to go. I couldn't stay in that house anymore. She didn't even ask why - she just said come. And I did. Here I am at her house. It's super cute; she's remodeling. I've taken over one of her bedrooms and a bath for the near term. She keeps telling me to eat. I'm not hungry.

Not again

I told him the last time ... and the time before ... that if it happened again I would leave.

And now here we were, at 3 a.m. Again.

And he's crying. I don't get it. I have begged him to get help. Tried to tell him I can't live with this. Why will he not get help, and then cry when this happens?

I hate him. I want to love him. I want to be able to love him. But I hate him. And I have to get out.
How do I get out?