27 October 2006
Our weekly meeting was refreshing. After completing my homework last Friday - an afternoon fraught with tears, realizations, breakthroughs - I gained a lot of insight into myself and the situations I find myself in. I did not realize how angry and resentful I was toward my mum. How much I personalized the negative in MM's life as being my fault. And then to think about it realistically rather than distorted was simply eye opening. In one dull Friday afternoon with a straight-forward assignment and an honest heart, I felt the veil begin to lift.
My therapist and I discussed the assignment at great length - I had gotten the point of the assignment and even reported I caught myself in the distorted thinking patterns and did not let the pattern continue, to take me down it's twisted path. The more I spoke with her, the veil lifted a bit more.
No, I am not cured after two visits. Just because I did not cry in her office this time does not mean I am fixed. Yes, I understand it but applying it and making it my new way of life will take time, take practice. But I am feeling better. There is hope again.
When our session was over, my therapist hugged me and told me she was proud of me. A therapist hugging? I felt truly blessed because I now know without a doubt I found the person to help me through my mine field of depression.
23 October 2006
I told myself I found my closure through my soul searching, through my writing. And that was enough.
The phone rings Sunday morning. It is MM. Calling to come over. He did not forget about it, he did not brush me aside. Luckily I was dressed and ready to head to Lowe's. He'd be at my place in 20 minutes. Lowe's would have to wait.
He came when he said he would. He was here. I was ready, he was too. We caught up on life. The myriad of challenges that seem to run amuck in our lives. The cosmically inclined part of me seeing, feeling how intertwined we are. We started talking about us - not formally but I was speaking from my heart. I told him about being in denial about the depression - using his hot button subject when I was afraid - spoke about my fears - spoke about my happiness with him. Then spoke to what I had mediated on, spoke to the dogs about - the soul searching I had written as to not forget anything - because this was so important, I could not forget anything. No regrets allowed.
MM understood. MM listened with an open heart. When I was done, there was a change in his demeanor; an air of the familiar, relaxed. He said he loves me but friends first, get things straightened out. That love is still there within him. There are still mountains to climb but it turned out differently than anticipated.
No, we are not together again - life doesn't happen like that. But we have understanding. That is important. I know now within his heart that he has not given up on me. But the problems of the world are not yet solved either.
I felt the weight, the suffocating weight lift after I bared my soul. I felt peace that had been MIA for quite some time. I had no regrets. I felt myself grow a bit, felt a bit more being my true self. That was a huge bright moment - especially for the fog of darkness I have been dwelling in.
Hanging clean laundry to dry on my headboard and footboard, MM brought up my weight issues as he had my chubby tankini in his hands. He told me that I do not need to hide under it. I showed him my favorite bikini ever and said it would fit again soon. MM forced me to try it on. I did - and much to my surprise, it fit. He asked me where I felt fat - I was honest and showed him. He now understands the distorted image I see.
There in my bedroom, in my favorite bikini, MM kissed me. We kissed ever so passionately. Kissing with an unparalleled level of sensuality. He picked me up - and for the first time ever, I let him. And I shared that fact with him. So he lifted me up again. We got even more friendly. Up against my bedroom wall was the location of choice - yet another dream come true for this Gyrl. However, that dream is still awaiting fulfillment though for another time. The important thing is that up there I was doing what I wanted - not anyone else - the only people in that room were MM and I - and that was liberating - the rule book gone - the shoulds out the window - embracing life and following my heart were in that room and it was great.
In being true to myself and true to MM, I found freedom on a Sunday afternoon. There is only one person responsible for my life, my happiness, my experiences and that is me. The only opinion to matter is mine, the decisions to make are mine. I will live with the consequences. I will learn from the bad and the good. But living from the position of truth rather than fear is phenomenal! It is my position of choice.
20 October 2006
Going to lay out all the things that have been going through my head, my heart, my soul.
Taking a risk sharing. Knowing I will be rejected. I figured things out too late. Came to terms with my depression too late. Sought help too late to save what MM and I had. But I am going to tell him any way. I am telling him. Looking him in the eye and sharing, revealing - being vulnerable knowing answers do not come in the packages we ask for or expect.
Figuring out where I derailed was therapy enough; baring it to him will be therapy and learning, risk taking. Placing the remains of my torn heart on a platter for him and for me.
It's not going to be easy. Just thinking about it, my stomach starts to quiver.
He has told me he doesn't trust me. So I do I expect him to believe what I share? No. But are my words true and from my very core? Yes. Definitely. Yes.
Tomorrow is about him and me. No one else. No one else's beliefs, perceptions, ideals. Only us. I will be speaking from my heart. I will be listening from my heart.
I know I will cry. As my emotion is so strong, I don't see a way around it. But it is okay to cry. Emotion, feeling is okay.
Am I scared? Yes. Easier typed than executed. But I have to do this - for him and for me. I have faced some of my demons. Tomorrow I share some of my demons and in that sharing I will be facing one of my big demons as well.
Wish me luck. The healing has begun. Here's to progress in whatever form it takes.
17 October 2006
He called last week at 2 AM. He was apprehensive whether I would talk to him or not last week. He was apprehensive again last night. I could hear it in his voice.
We spoke briefly. It was almost like nothing happened.
This morning he apologizes for calling last night. He was lonely. He tells me thanks for not telling him to go to hell last night.
Maybe each of us needs to work through our issues. Maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe not. Maybe I just need to let go.
It's hard because I feel there is something bigger driving me, driving him, driving us.
Maybe my heart is in the driver's seat this time. I guess only time will tell.
I reached out to MM because he understands this feeling. And I needed empathy desperately. I needed the support. He was the only one who could give it to me.
I asked. He came over. A little awkwardness as neither of us knows how to proceed on this road called "just friends." My hound girls were so happy to see him. The G-hound was ecstatic. She couldn't get enough of MM.
I showed him the changes I made around the house. The results of my weekend cleaning frenzy and subsequent wallpaper removal.
He had to go to the airport to catch an evening flight. He embraced me, hugged me the way I needed. To feel the warmth of human kindness. Something so small but something I so desperately needed in the hole of darkness.
In our embrace, his hands wandered down to my bum. However, no hanky panky ensued.
Then at the front door, he hugged me again. Held me in his arms, comforting me. He kissed me. He kissed me again and again there at the front door. We parted ways.
A little later I received a phone call and a text message stating he was sorry he kissed me. That is what happens after I see him these days - a recanting of the transpired events. I told him not to worry as I understand things are over between us. Even though I wish it weren't done, I know his heart is closed to me. Coming to terms with that is the key.
13 October 2006
As a result, the interview went very well. I am excited. I will be free of my home office prison, grow stronger, be part of the group's development, see the world. I will be forced to go beyond my comfort zone to make the most of this experience.
Now, I just wait to hear the infamous words - "you're hired"
His birthday is this weekend. I sent the cards I had. Of course, he got the card from the hound girls written with my left hand to look like a child's handwriting. I made a cake. I've never been much of a baker. But for MM, I bake his favorite. I used the Pampered Chef cake decorating stuff I bought for MM and the girls. The decoration didn't look very good - but I tried. I never led anyone to believe I was Betty Crocker.
The depression continues to be in full swing. I need to learn how to deal with it - without medication. It is called therapy. And I made the call this week to try a new therapist. This time I cannot stop until I find someone I can trust and work with. Of course, if I am gone regularly, there is a problem but I will find a way to make it work. I have got to work through all this bullshit. The pattern stops now. The misery stops now. Healthy begins on Tuesday with my first appointment. I made the phone call. I need to get better. I am tired of crying. I am tired of feeling hopeless. I am tired of the sadness. No more crying. Healthy - that is what I am striving for. Even though, right now I feel like a loser. a big fat loser.
06 October 2006
My life is empty. I feel so sad. MM did not return my phone call. It is over. I didn't think it would be.... Naively I thought the "month break" would result in some grand reunion. Instead, it is over. Although he pinged me the other day, he did return my phone call today. The man I have spoken to a million times a day for months is now M.I.A. That is a sure sign to this girl that things are over.
Why I am so sad about a man who can walk away from me so easily? Because I loved him. I loved him with all my heart and all my soul. I loved him. More than I ever loved my ex-husband. I loved him.
We had a future together - dreams and plans. I believed him. Every step of the way, I believed him. I trusted him. I wanted the future he offered me. We were going to build a life together - a wonderful life...
and the dream has died...
and I am sad. very sad.
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Sure is funny how now that MM has removed himself from the picture, everyone has an opinion. Who says "he never loved you," "he never cared about you," "he is a narcissist." Everyone wants me away from him and these were the same people who thought he was wonderful not too long ago.
Same as with the divorce. Everyone has an opinion but the opinions are not very valid because they never were one on one, they never walked in my shoes. It is so easy to say things from the outside looking in. But until you have done a lap in my heels, don't give me any mandates please.
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So to further complicate things, I had an interview this week. It is the first of three, if I chose to pursue the opportunity. However, before I go on to interview number two, I need to decide if I am willing to do the 85% travel that comes with the job. 85% international travel. My dream. A promotion. Most likely a raise.
Why am I even thinking twice about this? Because 85% international travel means minimal regular everyday life. Because I have to find a solution for the dogs that does not include getting rid of them. Because I would lead a life of solitude. again. I am not fond of solitude any more. Not since I got a taste of what love and a home life can be.
I know I am the only one who can make this decision. More soul searching. A lot more soul searching.
05 October 2006
however, the high points:
it was extremely rejuvenating, refreshing and enlightening
i felt attractive and desirable again - something i have not felt in a long time. i did not feel like the fat cow - finally!
for the first time in my life, i danced and did not care about what i looked like or what anyone thought. that feeling was truly liberating and i am not going to lose it. never. ever.
laughing. i laughed a lot. has been quite some time since i laughed like that. it was good.
i returned home feeling alive. a feeling i had long forgotten. a feeling i am thrilled to have running through my veins again. and i am not letting go of it. never. ever.