Mind Boggling Indeed…

This year has been pretty challenging for me – and just when I assumed the dust was settling, my sibling has been showing concerning signs of mental instability. But the more I spend time with him, taking him from one doctor to the next, a test here and there, blood work and other evaluations to get to the bottom of this most exhausting nightmarish hell we are enduring as a family, the more he expresses, that perhaps I am the one losing my mind…

 

 

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Be Careful of the Man With Wandering Eyes

Lately my ex and I have been meeting once a week or so to discuss the division of our SHTUFF. Things I don’t care much about, nor does he. At least I don’t think. But for shits and giggles we are figuring out how best ‘mostly’ for him to move out 100pct. You see when he initially left, he took all the necessities, since it happened so quickly, I don’t think he put much thought into his departure – he just needed to go, he said nearly running out of the door.

Eight or so months later, he contacted me and we met for coffee somewhere near my job and to my surprise I handled myself pretty well.  I wasn’t mad or sad. I was actually more happy that I could see him and not feel a thing. Which makes me wonder – how long ago has our connection  been over and done with.

The funny thing is after the second meet up, he asked if he could come back. And I really wanted to laugh, but I didn’t. Because I am still a nice person – no matter the a***hole in front of me. So, the nice me told him to give it time. That we needed each to figure out life on our own first. He said he would wait for me forever…and was willing to give me the space I need. But hoped it was sooner than later.

By the third meet, I noticed while talking to him, that he’s eyes are always wandering to past me, clearly distracted by what goes on around rather than the conversation – just like old times.  Which is awesome – because it helps me hold my stand – that this relationship is truly over… Now if only I could enlighten him – I think I would be able to sleep at nights.

How Should I Put This…

I saw a film the other night, The Secret Sex Life of A Single Mom.  Don’t ask why I saw it, nor judge me. I simply considered the damn thing as research for my next story.

Now, according to IMDb, the film is 1.25 minutes long, but from where I was viewing, it felt like it was more like 3 hours long.

I mean, I was intrigued the first 20 minutes, because it showed how a woman who’d been in an emotionally abusive relationship, finally recognizes the fact that she needed to leave her husband. But that doesn’t happen until she has an affair with her doctor. Which is fine. These things do happen. But what disappointed me was that she only left because she thought there was another man who was interested in her, and not because she was gutsy enough to want to stand on her own.

But these things do happen 🙂

Until…she decides to jump into online dating…BECAUSE…she can’t handle being alone. (Wrong message)

Online, she meets a mysterious man, who tells her he can fix her way of thinking to become the woman she was destined to be (yawn) and she buys into it – leaving her kids with a friend to do everything he asks her to, at 39, she believes in him so much, that she takes a trip up North somewhere, to see him. Only for him to play with her mind, through dominance and submission.

Really? I said to the television screen: you left your husband’s emotional abuse for this S****?

Anyway, through all the game playing – in less then 3 minutes remaining to the end of the film, she realizes she has become a strong woman from all that mystery man  thought her and now she knew exactly what she wanted in her life.

(Can you see my eyes batting?)

Speechless, I stood up and turned off the TV and with a wonderful paperback novel in hand, I cuddled with my dog on the sofa.

Short Stories In Consideration

I was telling a friend of mine that I wasn’t feeling as inspired lately to start my next novel, and he suggested that I write short stories instead…and publish them directly online for your reading pleasure. 🙂

What do you think? Is that a good idea?

 

September Blues Or Something Like It

Normally I plan my two-week Europe trip for the month of September, because for some reason I get this strange feeling in my gut. And I rather avoid it then to go through it – call me a coward, I don’t care.

This year, there is no trip planned for the month. Not even a quick weekend escape because, I am doing everything in my power to face all of my problems – straight on. No running away, no hiding. Just deal with them all. And of course the worst this year is learning how to live alone.

There are days I love the fact I can come home and just do what I want and then there are days, I simply feel too alone. This doesn’t mean, I want him back, I just haven’t figured out how to fill that void. I don’t think I want another person in my life just yet, or…maybe not even. Considering I spend the past two decades being with someone, I could use the break to figure out who and what I can become without having a person in my life.

it’s interesting how I see life in a whole new light – especially when I get together with friends who have been with their partners for quite some time now, and some complain about their relationships, while others make excuses as to why they stick it out in a not-so-ideal situation. The bottom line is, they are too afraid to be alone.

I was. But now I’m not. He’s called and begged me to take him back, and I just don’t have the courage to tell him…I would rather be alone – maybe even – for the rest of my life.

I feel more peaceful this way…

 

Ever Wonder Your Purpose…

I seldom wonder what my purpose in life is, but I know a few of my friends who often inquire about theirs and even engage me in conversation about the topic – asking me what I thought their purpose was? And I find myself giving them long and drawn out explanations and even guiding them towards their purpose in life.

And then I thought about it one night, after watching a French film on television, about a man who gives too much but never gets anything in return….that…

my purpose in life is…to protect you from yourself dear friends and family.
{photo source – I would love to give credit if only I remembered where I found this beautiful photo}

Can It Be…

…I have nothing to write?

I think maturity has kicked in and I realized the other day, while sitting among the extended family members, dining and reminiscing about the good old days, that I had nothing to say. Meaning, I didn’t want to reflect, I didn’t want to project, and I sure as hell didn’t want to voice any opinion about the past, the future nor the next hour. I think the world is all talked out.

Is this a sign of getting old…yikes!

We See What We Want…

Isn’t that the truth.

I always wonder why we are blind-sided by love, or the idea of love? And when we think we are inLOVE, we only see the positives.

But since I’ve parted ways with my husband, I realize that all the years we were together,  I hardly  paid attention to the red-flags or maybe, I simply dismissed them. I could chalk it up to  youth and/or being inexperienced, but really it boils down to being insecure and maybe even just plain dumb.

Recently we got together for a talk. A talk he initiated, and I had no idea it was because he was aiming to get back together – that’s the kind of talk I am referring to. After spending a couple of hours with him – literally walking on egg shells because I was doing my best not to buckle and give in – something came over me and I managed to say NO to him – about him moving back in.

Because all I am able to see now is the sides to him that makes me feel jittery and not in a good way (if there is such a thing), and that I know that if I let him back into my life again…he would crush me in no time and that I am no longer willing to live with.

How Everything Is Changing…

I once heard this quote from a friend I was having a cocktail or two or three with after work. When the two of us got together and bitched about  how stressful and crazy our lives were. Mostly because the kids were very young, and jobs were demanding and husbands perhaps even more demanding. She told me “just remember wildflowers spring up in the middle of nowhere.” And I didn’t understand what she was trying to tell me or perhaps I had one too many.

Fast forward 10 years.

I saw the quote a couple of days ago, not sure where and who from but it reminded me of her. And the fact, that I completely believe that I am going to be okay…by myself (for now). Absolutely looking forward to all the possibilities life has to offer…after all the dust settles. And I think it’s going to be worth every while.   🙂