I need to get some of this out

I’ve been hiding from my phone for the past couple of days.  Ok, maybe not hiding, but I plug it in and walk away from it.  I don’t want to be near it.  Families… weddings… I swear, weddings, funerals and babies bring out the crazy in people.  And typically – when the crazy comes out – someone gets hurt.

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I guess this time… that person is me.  I’m hurt.  Reeling actually.  I feel as if I’ve been singed and cut by someone I never thought I’d have to fear.

My “bro”.  He’s not related to me by blood, but we call each other “brother” and “sister”.  We met 13 years ago, he was my neighbor who lived with his then-girlfriend across the hall.  I swear, the first time I met him, I knew he was my brother from another mother. LOL.  We’ve had a lot of ups and downs over the years, but we were always there for each other.  He’s always been there for me.

I knew, as his wedding day approached that our friendship was about to change in a big way.  Ideally, I’d gain a cool sister out of the deal.  But she has never seemed to have much interest in that, we don’t share a lot of the same ideals, so I get it. Actually – I wish she understood exactly just how much I get it.  The Bro’s life is about to change in a pretty serious way.  His life now must be with her.  Up until recently, I’ve been excited to think about what is in store for their future… moving in together, babies, eventually buying a house, doing all the things that I know he wants to accomplish.  And I knew that our friendship would move to the very back… like nosebleed seats.  And I’m cool with that – hell – I’ve been pushing him in this direction.  I guess I figured we’d get through his wedding day first.  I was wrong.  And truly, I’m not sure our friendship can recover from this.  And if I’m honest, After all that was said, I’m not entirely sure I want it to.

I won’t spill all the details here… but I will say that I wish I could help some people see how much their words can damage.  How their tone and the way they approach other people will directly impact how their words are received.  I will also say that it takes a very brave and yet rather stupid man to judge another.  My bro laid out many of the decisions I’d made over the course of my life … pointing out my mistakes, effectively rubbing my nose in the areas he felt I didn’t measure up.  Not just in my past, but even now.  But he did all of this, only knowing bits and pieces of the story.  He judged me… and it came across with anger, disdain, disappointment and shame. His soon to be wife even joined in the “fun”.  She’d verbally attacked me prior to my bro letting me have it.  Screamed at me and said I was a horrible “best man”.  Ironic she did that when I was putting finishing touches on some bachelor party related stuff earlier that evening.  It was a hard hitting 1-2 verbal sucker punch from them as a couple.

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I won’t lie, that first 24 hours after they both let me have it… I was a wreck.  I broke down.  I bawled and went quiet.  I crawled inside my world and licked my wounds.  I wasn’t even angry, I was self-reflective.  I had to check myself… make sure that what he’d said wasn’t true.  I guess because I’ve been actively working on self-improvement, I had to really take a good look and make sure that there weren’t areas of his feedback that I needed to consider.  The next day, we spoke again and he apologized and tried to sweep it under the rug.  Even tried to deny some of what he’d said the night before.  I thanked him for the apology but stated that for me to feel comfortable attending the wedding and the festivities, that I would like an apology from his fiance/soon to be wife.    He agreed that I deserved it, but warned that I might not get it from her right away.  He laid out various reasons and excuses for why I should just let it go.  About 15 minutes after he said he’d talk to her and get back to me, my phone rang.  It was her, and I answered it pleasantly, as I didn’t want to start things off on the wrong foot.  She immediately started yelling – even yelled an apology.  Yea – cuz THAT feels totally sincere.  I hung up on her, and texted her that perhaps it would be better to move to text.  Honestly, I just didn’t want to be yelled at anymore.  We texted a little – but I pretty quickly gave up on that too.  So here I sit, no sincere apology and still feeling incredibly upset and uneasy a few days later.

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Yes, I could back down… I could suck it up and be there for him on his wedding day.  And likely – I will do this.  More for me than him.  I don’t want to feel guilty 10 years from now for not showing up.  And I’ll go into it knowing there’s the potential for drama, or daggers being thrown at me, there will be the potential for awkward uncomfortable silences, and even worse, a high chance that I will end up feeling used or insulted by the end of all of this.  I will suck it up, BUT… I’m done.  Or at least I think I am.  I’m going to just keep going down my own life’s path… because I’m dying to see what happens in the next chapters of my life.  To get thru this, i’m going to keep telling myself that it’s not my circus, and not my monkeys.

I’m a grown woman who’s made a successful, full and happy life for herself.  I’m a woman who has good, sweet, smart children who may stumble or struggle in their life in places, but who know without a shadow of a doubt that their momma loves them and would do anything to see that they are safe and well cared for.  I don’t deserve to be talked to or treated in that manner.  Especially when what is being said isn’t true.  At least I had that going for me, I knew, deep down in my heart that nothing they said was true about me… that it was being said out of spite and anger and jealousy.  But here’s the thing, even knowing that… it still hurt.  It was a different hurt tho.  This hurt came from knowing that the someone I trusted over the years is now throwing daggers… they are no longer worthy of my trust.  That perhaps I’d misjudged him all along.

So … because of all of this… I’ve been avoiding my phone. I’ve been staying off social media and just kind of hiding in my world.  I’ve had some shifts in a few friendships in the last few months… each of them shook me to my core for various reasons.  This one is no different.  What is interesting to me is that when I promised myself that I’d get healthy, even if that meant cutting toxic situations out of my life… I guess I didn’t realize how many of my relationships had toxic layers woven into them.  Maybe living on my own and staying single for a while truly WAS the best thing I could have done for myself.  I’m so glad I’ve done it up to this point.  I’ll have to watch myself moving forward… I’m putting up my walls with everyone – unintentionally.  And I don’t mean to.  I am just unsure on who to trust, vs. who will judge me or hurt me.  Easier to just put up the walls a bit.

I had an interview today – it went quite well.  I felt confident, for the first time in months actually.  A genuine confidence, not the kind where you fake it till you hopefully make it.  Maybe being shaken to my core this weekend was good for me.  Helped remind me who I am.  Where I’ve been, and more importantly, where I am headed.

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I am enough, all on my own

Most of my life, I have been striving to “be enough”.  Whether it be to measure up to the expectations my parents or grandparents had of me, measuring up with friends in school, pushing myself to “be enough” for my career, my kids, and of course, with my significant others.

But here’s the thing… very rarely, did I ever feel like I actually accomplished that goal.  Very rarely in my past relationships, did I feel like I came first, or was a top priority.  With the ex, alcohol always ranked higher than I did.  And truthfully, I can take some of the blame for this one… because I allowed it.

Far too often in my life, I have allowed myself to be too nice.  To be a doormat for others needs or feelings.  I have put myself in that position time after time.  Today, it dawned on me that moving forward, I cannot allow myself to accept that any more.  I don’t want to be someone’s back up.  I don’t want to be a second choice.  I’m worth more than that and I deserve more than that and it’s about time I start remembering that.  I have such high expectations for myself, and yet often, I won’t hold those same expectations of others.

Well no more.  If I look at what I ask from significant others, it’s NOT like I’m asking for too much.  I don’t need someone to support me financially.  I’m not the clingy, overly emotional type.  I actually typically don’t fall into many of those stereotypical negative girl traits.  And I’m glad.  Because I’m me.  And damn it, that’s enough.

As far as updates go – I’m mostly packed.  I think total we’re at about 90% of the way packed up and ready to go.  I’ve got to stop at the bank on the way home to get the cashier’s check for the down payment, because in the morning, I go and pay the money and sign the paperwork.  The movers will be at the old house on Friday morning.  I took the day off and I’m very happy for it.

This weekend I bought a couch, 2 chairs and a coffee table for the new place.  I also paid off the remaining balance on my new fridge and set up delivery.  Comcast will be set up and installed on Friday morning as well.  I can’t believe it, it’s all finally happening!  It feels amazing.  I’ve never been more proud of myself.  Life is really only just beginning to get good… and if I have anything to say about it, it’s only going to keep getting better.  I have the drive, the determination and the ability to go after my goals and dreams.  Everything I’ve ever wanted, is right in front of me.  🙂  I just have to have the courage to reach out and take it.

Here I go… wish me luck.  🙂

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That strange unexpected moment when grief strikes…

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I’m sitting in my office.  I have music playing at a low volume in the background.  My day so far has been busy, full of meetings, and reviews, lots of emails back and forth with questions and analysis of behavior or decisions that are being made by our leadership teams.  Overall, it’s been a good day, so far, but..

I’m feeling a sense of quiet today.  Actually, it’s been a couple of days of me feeling a bit quiet.   I’m not unhappy, although I’m sure some folks would question that based on my behavior.  I’m not though.  I’m just quiet, and introspective.  Been thinking a lot about my life.  I’m happy with life.  I’m content with where I’m heading, what I’ve seen and done, and the people who occupy my time.  Ben has been on my mind for the past couple of days.  I was in the car this weekend, heading to visit with a few of T’s friends when a song came on and it really took all I had to hold myself together.  All I could think about was Ben.  And it was one line in the song that did it… “I’m a broken heart, that’s still beating.”  It just enveloped me swiftly and suddenly.  One minute I was laughing and singing along to the radio, and the next, I was quiet and fighting back the tears.

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I hate that grief does that.  You could be happily carrying on with life, and the next thing you know, you’re at the grocery store blubbering over the tomatoes for no other reason than a song they’re playing in the background.  Does it ever just stop?  I don’t know.  I remember, growing up, my mom would occasionally have days where she’d just be sad.  She’d be grieving her own son that she lost.  She’d look through pictures, hold his blanket, show me his ashes.  She’d hide her grief from everyone – except me.  I used to think that was why she still grieved… because she hid it and didn’t just embrace her sadness.  But I’ve done that… I’ve grieved openly… and I still have those moments.  I think that’s just how grief works.  It’s a mean, evil bitch of an emotion… And yet… without it, maybe we’d somehow forget the ones we’ve loved and lost?  Who knows.

All I can say is that I can’t wait to get home and hug my kids.  Time to get back to work.  Much love neverland.  Hugs and Kisses.

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Sometimes.. the truth hurts.

I got served up with a little bit of truth tonight.  From someone who knows me and has my respect and love as a sister.

“I’ve never seen you so unsure of yourself.  You’ve been so hurt, confused, and unhappy and mostly pretending to be okay.”

**insert long pause**

**compose self… wipe tears”

Fine.  Yes.  You’re right.  And yet, you’re not.

Because isn’t that life?  When are we ever 100 percent happy?  When?!  You can be happy for moments, you can be happy for periods of time… but there are ups and downs.  I’ll admit, I’ve had some stress piled on me for a couple months now.  Between kids health, my health, job stresses and then relationship stresses on top of that… yea, just a little added stress.  That’s what happens though.  That doesn’t mean I’m not happy.  I run around and play with my kids, we snuggle, my daughter and I have a few shows we like to watch and a few games we like to play.  Sure, I even get run down and frustrated with them from time to time, but we still play and snuggle.  I’m quite satisfied with my social life.  I have a circle of friends that are more family than anything else.  Financially, I’m comfortable.  I’m not unhappy.  Am I unsure of myself?  Yes.  Do I pretend to be ok when I am not?  Yes.  Why?  Because my stress and worries are mine… I don’t expect anyone to worry or stress over them with me.  In fact, if they did, I’d be upset… they have their own world to worry about.

Yes, I’ve been hurt.  On a scale of 1-10… I’d say I’ve had more than a few 10’s thrown my way.  Am I confused.. sure… aren’t we all?  I don’t have a magic 8 ball.

“Reply hazy… try again later.”

Sometimes it feels like I’ve got all these expectations on me… and what I’d really like to do is throw my hands up in the air and scream “What the FUCK do you want me to DO?!”  I’m giving everything I’ve got.  Now with my back problem, I’m in a bit of pain… I’m tired… I’m still sick… And I’ve got a lot of shit on my mind right now.

UGH.  Ok… for real this time… Goodnight Neverland.

Expecting more from others

Sometimes we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them. Is it a trap?

If you promise someone you will check on them… follow thru with it.  I’m hurt that you didn’t.  I’m a little hurt that the one time I raised my hand and asked for help, I get forgotten.

Sigh.  Is this a learning curve thing?  Here’s to a better day tomorrow.