Sunday, April 26, 2009
Crying is for whimps!
Friday, April 10, 2009
I remember my ex-husband telling me that he could see music in colors. I've often wondered if he might be schizophrenic, or at the very least bipolar, and his sensory receptors were mixed up. LSD does that also - mixes up the senses. and they used it in the past to treat schizophrenics. I wish I had the money and time to go back to school and become a brain research scientist. Maybe in my next lifetime.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Recurring dream
These dreams usually involve me hiding in various places from the killer and I usually have my kids or some children that I am trying to hide as well. In the dreams there is usually this house structure that I hide in. From the three most recent dreams there were always some beams. One, I was hiding out under a house that had a pier and beam foundation. In another, it was an old, haunted house (my grandparents) and I hid in the attic or the basement (or both).
I have tried to wake up from these dreams, but can't. I'm usually in a very deep sleep and it is a real effort to pull myself out of them.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
There is no place like home. . .
The latest blow-up with my step dad has just left me very sad and disheartened. I say blow-up, but really it has been more of an implosion. They (mom and step dad) have not mentioned my email that I wrote (you can read it at the end of this post). I would have thought that at the very least that they would have discounted it by saying that it was not true. I think that is what I really had hoped. I had hoped that my daughter had been exaggerating everything and that he had not really done those things. Their silence speaks loudly and yet, why do I feel like the bad guy? I feel so unwelcome here and all I want is for the girls and I to be a family. I've wanted for so long for our home to be a refuge.
I'm especially angry at my mom. I feel like she has let me down again. First, with the way she handled her divorce and the effect it had on me and my sister and brother and now with this situation. I have lost a lot of respect for her. She and my step dad were so supportive of my divorce, but now while I try to rebuild my life and reclaim my identity they are tearing me down. They seem to have very little faith in me.
I dreaded moving in with my parents when it became apparent that I had to move out of our rental home. I felt this very real sense of impending hardship and heartache, but I had no other options at the time.
Here is the email. I've changed the names to protect the kids.
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Lila and Violet both told me separately how you grabbed Lila's arm at church last night. This is not the first time she has been hurt. There was also the time that a deep bruise was left on her arm after you pinched her in church. Violet also told me that you raised your hand as if to hit her last night and Lila confirmed it. I am also aware that you hit her the day of Andrew's birthday party. Regardless of their behavior, you have no right to spank or hit or lay hands on my children. We have talked about this before and I am increasingly very concerned about leaving them with you. To that end, and because of the incidences described above, the girls will not be going to church with you and mom anymore until I am confident that they will not be belittled or physically harmed by you. In the future, if something happens that you believe warrants a punishment, you may send them to their room until I can deal with it. I spoke with Violet tonight and addressed the issue of her behavior but regardless of whether or not she was being disrespectful, threatening her physically was disrespectful to her as well as me.
I realize that you and Mom both have sacrificed a lot to help us out and I do appreciate it. I'm doing all that I can to get to a point where we can be self-sufficient. You say you want respect and I agree. As their mother, I am trying to teach the girls respect but feel constantly undermined as a parent and feel my boundaries are violated because you believe you know what is best. This contradiction is teaching the girls that they don't have to listen to me if they choose not to. Is it not obvious how very disrespectful that is to me and the girls? I believe your expectations about how the girls should behave are unrealistic and if you spent time really getting to know my children the way I do, then you would know that Violet acts that way when something isn't right. Instead of stopping to ask her what was bothering her last night or to try to get to the root of it, compliance was demanded. I do not choose to raise my children that way. Although we live in your house, it is still my responsibility to discipline the girls and make decisions about what is best for them.
It saddens me that instead of taking this last year as an opportunity to be a positive role model, the girls are alienated from yet another man which only adds to their insecurities. What the kids need is for someone to build them up, not knock them down a peg. They are very good kids. They are intelligent and compassionate despite their quirks and misbehavior. It seems to me that you ignore their strengths and the unique characteristics that make them the amazing girls that they are. My desire is for you to have a loving relationship with them as their grandfather; but, I feel deeply saddened because I believe it will be a miracle if you have any sort of relationship with them when this is all said and done. Please tell me that's not the legacy you want to leave.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Regret
It will be fun to succeed, but not the end of the world if I don't.
What lies before me is an opportunity and an adventure, not a problem.
I will aim to do the best that I can. I won't ruin the experience with perfection.
I have as much right as anyone to try my hand at this.
I am embarking without absolute certainty of all the facts and outcomes, and I'm okay.
My focus is on development, not mistakes.
I'm not afraid to risk and fall short because I know that my worth comes from within.
What really, is the worst that could happen?
This could possibly end up being one of the best experiences of my life.
Relax and enjoy the process, glitches and all.
I love all of those statements. Just reading them takes my anxiety level down several notches. I still get hung up on, "What is the worst that could happen?", because I can dream up plenty of tragedies. I think I'll cross that sentence out.
I spent most of the summer getting myself organized (mainly my room). I spent a lot of time and money at IKEA, but I am really happy with the results. It feels very cozy and it is a great place to hide-out. When I was a kid I was always looking for a space of my own. I used to daydream about living in the bottle that Jeannie lived in on "I Dream of Jeannie". I liked the fact that it was so small and cozy and inconspicuous. Not to mention the velvet, plush and circular couch that filled the bottle. http://www.sonypictures.com/tv/shows/sgn/jeannie/bottle.html
I also had a fascination with doll houses because I wanted a space that I could put my stamp on, so to speak. Whenever we went to the hobby store I would spend a lot of time looking at the doll houses and the doll house furniture. I would plan how I would decorate each room and I could completely envision myself living there, like the Incredible Shrinking Woman. I feel like I was preparing my space to make more room for something really wonderful in my life. Now I just have to wait and waiting always makes me second-guess myself. I was re-reading some poems in "Ariel" by Sylvia Plath and I came across one of my favorite poems of hers, "Nick and the Candlestick." She had written is after the birth of her second child, Nick. She was going through a very creative, manic phase of her life and eventually killed herself. It was a very touching tribute to the hope that the birth of her son brought to her. I feel like that is what I was doing with my project. Preparing my life for the birth of something new and life-changing.
Nick and the Candlestick
I am a miner. The light burns blue.
Waxy stalactites
Drip and thicken, tears
The earthen womb
Exudes from its dead boredom.
Black bat airs
Wrap me, raggy shawls,
Cold homicides.
They weld to me like plums.
Old cave of calcium
Icicles, old echoer.
Even the newts are white,
Those holy Joes.
And the fish, the fish -
Christ! they are panes of ice,
A vice of knives,
A piranha
Religion, drinking
Its first communion out of my live toes.
The candle
Gulps and recovers its small altitude,
Its yellows hearten.
O love, how did you get here?
O embryo
Remembering, even in sleep,
Your crossed position.
The blood blooms clean
In you, ruby.
The pain
You wake to is not yours.
Love, love,
I have hung our cave with roses,
With soft rugs -
The last of Victoriana.
Let the stars
Plummet to their dark address,
Let the mercuric
Atoms that cripple drip
Into the terrible well,
You are the one
Solid the spaces lean on, envious.
You are the baby in the barn.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Coming out of the chaos
Underneath it all this longing has remained. My christian upbringing led me to believe that this longing was for god, that we all had this god-shaped hole inside of us that only "he" could fill. Now I see it partly as a longing for my true self. I know that sounds very noble and spiritual, but I have to admit the other part of that longing is for true companionship. I've done the online dating thing to try and open myself up to new opportunities and "practice" dating again. I've decided that online dating is like a perpetual interview. It is not reality. Instead, everyone is trying to present themselves as a great catch. They either are desperately trying to find their "soul-mate" or they are looking for free sex. I was more on the friends-with-benefits end of the spectrum. I wasn't necessarily looking for just sex, but I didn't want all the drama and dependence that goes along with a "relationship". I didn't want to have to figure out how to balance a relationship with my responsibilities. I even went so far as putting an ad on Craig's List for a FWB. I got over one hundred responses, but I never followed up on any of them. I guess it was enough for me to know that I could find someone.
I have now decided that I don't want just anyone. . .