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Finally divorced

Friday, June 1st, 2012

Finally, I’m divorced. The terms are staggeringly unfair, but that is often the case when one party has almost all the power and resources (and when that party also hires a “shark” and “plays dirty”). But I was able to keep my little business, which allows me to keep a roof over my head, etc.

My ex’s girlfriend is already announcing their engagement. I wish them both the best, but it would be really nice if the two of them moved on and left me and my boyfriend alone. They need to “get a life, already!”

Getting older

Thursday, March 15th, 2012

Sometimes aging seems like such a crock. My body betrays me, and in such embarassing and annoying ways. I don’t have anything “major” wrong with me. It’s more along the lines of being gassy at inappropriate times, such as the altar call at church. *blush*

But maybe, together with my Twelve-Step work for my codependence program, aging is helping me “unclench” a bit. I don’t have to be “perfect” anymore. I’ve been through enough that I’ve earned the right to screw up and “just deal”, rather than hyperventilating non-stop.

It helps to have kind friends and good advice. Thanks to these new assets, maybe my next few decades won’t be quite so fraught. That would be really nice.

My first real Valentine’s Day

Tuesday, February 14th, 2012

I just had my first real Valentine’s Day “date”. It was lovely, starting with the roses (with each of us getting there early, eager to see the other) and continuing through to the tender good-byes, wishing we didn’t have to return so soon to our respective homes and responsibilities.

What a shame, all those wasted years before and during my marriage; so many wasted opportunities for happiness. I’m glad I’m working on leaving that part of my life behind. What I see ahead of me is so promising and pleasing, even delightful. I can hardly wait!

This may be it.

Monday, January 30th, 2012

Gramma has been in the hospital for longer than I’d thought she had any reason to, assuming she was going to be getting better and going home. I just got the call I’ve been expecting from my sister. She’d just gotten back to her own home from visiting Gramma, and wanted to fill me in on Gramma’s condition.

She’s hallucinating, and my sister says that she’s “Gramma” only maybe ten percent of the time. My sister has no idea what course of action to recommend. Pull my son from school for a couple days and make an immediate visit? Wait for the weekend and see what happens? Neither of us knows.

Gramma has been alone for so very long. Her beloved Danny died decades ago, and her own son neglected her and then rejected her. He’s had no contact with her since she told him that she knew what he’d done. She’s told me more than once that she often wakes up in the morning and wonders why, exactly, she’s waking up. What does God want?

I don’t know what I’m feeling; I keep veering all over the place. I pray that Gramma finds peace and rest, in whatever way she can. Maybe she will soon be reunited with her Danny. I hope she will be, and that she finds happiness again.

My mechanic

Thursday, January 5th, 2012

I was out walking today, and (finally!) remembered to stop in at my mechanic.

My windshield has had a crack since back in the summer. Even after five years of living in the Midwest, my brain still seems stuck in Arizona. It hadn’t occurred to me until recently that maybe a cracked windshield won’t hold up well to frequent scraping and chipping of frost and ice.

So I asked him if he could get that fixed for me. He could. While making arrangements for me to drop off the car, we had a lovely time chatting. He’s good at what he does and he’s always provided great service. But he’s also a really nice guy.

I hate having to get my car serviced, but he’s a perfect example of how surprising can be the people you end up being glad you met, despite the circumstances.

Sleigh bells? Something’s ringing….

Saturday, December 31st, 2011

My tinnitus (persistent ringing in the ears) became noticeable to me in 2005 or so. Recently, it seems to me to have gotten yet louder. I can hear it when things get only vaguely calm or quiet.

In doing a bit of research, I’ve learned that mychronic dizziness may, in part, have led to the tinnitus. (My dizziness is caused by the orthostatic hypotension that I inherited from my mother’s side; I’ve been dealing with it since I was fourteen.) Also, apparently long-term severe stress can cause or worsen the malady.

How ironic: After years of mocking me for my dizziness, my husband now claims  that he is the one with the hypotension (which started, no doubt, shortly after he starting having his period) and that he suffered years of stress resulting from spousal abuse (he likes to tell people that I beat him up regularly). And now I may go deaf because of it. It’s almost funny.

My husband’s newest girlfriend

Friday, December 30th, 2011

I received an odd letter today, ostensibly from the husband of my husband’s newest girlfriend. The man wants to meet to tell me about his wife. How odd.

I’ve run the letter (and my situation) past a couple trusted advisors. One is concerned, in light of previous behavior, about this being a “take down” set-up. The other feels that nothing useful would come of a meeting, but it could be amusing to hear about the girlfriend.

The writer is, I think, Romanian. I’m tempted to follow up with him.

But why?

My portrait

Saturday, December 24th, 2011

Late this morning, I walked across the street to the local indoor flea market. While there, I ran across a guy drawing portraits. It was apparent that he was pretty good. I thought about getting my son’s portrait done, but the boy needs a haircut, so I figured I’d wait until some other time.

Then it occurred to me: I’ve had no proper portrait from the last decade or so. Why not get my portrait done?

So I did:

What to say, when you don’t know what you’re talking about…

Sunday, December 18th, 2011

I’ve been thinking about recording my progress through healing but, just as with my journal, I find I don’t know what to say. I’m stuck with my mother’s voice in my head, telling me to “do it right or not at all!”

It’s been three years since I accidentally found out that my husband was indeed divorcing me. (That’s a rant for another time.) I’ve learned a lot, but much of what I’ve learned is that the helping professions don’t seem to have much help to offer. Am I Borderline Personality Disorder? Am I co-dependent? Do I have Complex PTSD? Or are these all aspects of the same thing? And, whatever the diagnosis, what is the “cure”? Or is there one?