Once Upon a Divorce

It is a sad commentary upon a man and his life when he is willing to leave his wife for his mother because it is easier than waiting for his mother to die.

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Just Some Photos…

I took a lot of photos over the summer with family and have been trying to get back in the habit of doing things I love like reading, writing, photography, maybe even some modeling if I can swing it… Also hoping to get back into school finally this upcoming fall since my youngest will be attending school and, after that, get back into the workforce, even if it is a bit daunting trying to figure out something I can do without over-extending myself given everything I have going on medically. That was always the plan, to get back to work once the kids were in school and it’s one I still hold to.

Anyways, here are just a couple of the photos I’ve taken lately.IMG_5267IMG_E5247fullsizeoutput_e69IMG_4768IMG_4694IMG_4485IMG_3459IMG_E3525IMG_4127IMG_E3187IMG_3175IMG_2779IMG_2702IMG_2595IMG_E2526IMG_E2503

Because I Love You

I know it hurts.
I’m sorry.
I can fix it.
I can make you better.
Why won’t you let me make it better?
You’re pretending.
You’re pretending, aren’t you?
Why are you pretending?
Stop it.
It doesn’t hurt.
It still hurts?
I’ll fix it.
I’ll make it stop.
I’ll make it stop for us both.
I can’t do this anymore.
I’ll make it stop.
I know it hurts.
But now it won’t anymore.
Now it won’t hurt either of us.
Not anymore.
Never again.
I know it hurts.
I’m sorry.
I can fix it.
Why won’t you let fix it?
Stop fighting.
Let me fix it.
It won’t hurt anymore.
Not anyone.
Anymore.


Sometimes I wonder which is worse, loving someone with a chronic condition or being the one with the chronic condition…

Life’s Little Dilettante

Thanks for Laura A. Lord’s Accidental Witch post which led me over to The Beacon’s writing prompt, which is as follows:
Monday’s Prompt – Week One
The best part about leaving your tiny, rural hometown is that no one at your new college knows who you are. You have moved all the way across the country and for once, you can be who ever you want. When you arrive on campus and finally find your dorm, your new roommates are already inside and unpacking. Your roommates immediately start asking you questions to get to know you. You end up telling an entire life story that isn’t yours. Write part of the story you tell your new roommates. Who are you when you get to make up your own personal experiences?


 

Life’s Little Dilettante

Move in day in what might as well have been a foreign country. There was a mix of young adults raucously jostling for parking spots, hallway space, and glancing from paper to door numbers and back again. Some people had entire cars jam-packed full of belongings and I wondered how it was all going to fit in their rooms.

To be honest, I think I was more anxious than excited to be here… It was so different than what I’d grown up with. To be honest, I’d basically grown up in a petri dish.. a small cult sort of convent in the middle of the never changing sunlight of California. The citrus always blossomed and the temperature never dropped below maybe 60 degrees. The crisp autumn air sent shivers down my spine and goosebumps on my skin as it passed through what I had decided was a decorations only kind of sweater that I used to think was warm. I didn’t have much of anything warm in the box I held or the backpack on my shoulders.

I tried to blend into the walls and avoid being in the way as I joined the glances masses of people. I finally found my door. The door. The threshold that sealed my freedom from the little patch of secrecy away from the world but also locked me out from ever going back… to what I knew… to what both terrified made and made me feel safe.

I reached for the doorknob and froze. I’d pictured this moment for so long… to finally be able to be myself and have a real future… but now… I was terrified.

Then the door was pulled open and a head of bouncy ed curls filled with enormous blue eyes almost collided with mine.

“Oh, Lord, I’m sorry,” She said with a smile that looked just la tad leprechaun given the mischievousness in it. “I was just about to get some more of my things but meeting new friends is way better than holding on to old things!” and she grabbed my outstretched hand and pulled me across the portal.

“I’m Ardra, nice to meet you! And this is Felix” She said leading me over to a milk chocolate skinned girl who looked like a princess from paradise with her long dark hair and stunningly dark eyes…

“Hey,” She responded, “What are you in for?”

And I just stared.

“Yeah, where are you from? What are you studying? Isn’t this place amazing? Have you seen the guys in the next dorm?” Ardra kept talking… and Felix kept watching… seeming to expect an answer while silently laughing at the lack of verbal space with which there was to answer in.

“Um… I’m… I was…” I just stammered.

“Well, here, let’s get you sorted then you can tell us all about it since you’re tongue-tied. It’s a lot to take in, I know.” And Ardra kept talking like a songbird and Felix kept watching like a cat and I suddenly felt like the toy caught between the two. “We kind of already took the top bunks in here but that just means that you get to choose who you’re bunking with, but don’t worry, you won’t hurt my feelings if you don’t pick my side, so choose where you feel comfortable.

And I stared… it was like trying to choose between the light side, which might drive me crazy but still made me happy, and the dark side, which had a certain kind of peace but kind of scared me.

“So, are you at least going to tell us where you’re from?” Ardra pouted with batting eyelashes.

“I, uh, I’m from California but, you see, I was a librarian down in… San Diego… so… I spent a lot of time sorting books but then I worked downtown in one of the clubs at nights.” I don’t think I’d ever seen more than our textbooks growing up but librarians didn’t do much, right? But clubs were fun so they wouldn’t think I was boring, right?

“Smart and fun! This is gonna be a blast!” Ardra squealed while she hugged me and Felix covered what looked like a small chuckle with her hand.

“Yep, we’re gonna need to show the dancing librarian around,” Felix said, looking me over like she was deciding just what to do with me.

College was not what I had expected so far…

 

An Ocean of Ideas

Have you ever noticed how the ocean tastes like tears? I wonder how many broken hearts it took to cry it into being. Yet, within those tears are those things that thrive, both beautiful and terrifying, things that heal and kill. A whole mindscape brought into the empirical for us to explore without even realizing that it is our own psyches into which we are diving and striving to understand.

Falling in with Fall

I love fall. Always have. However, Fall has also always been a difficult time for me. I don’t know why, perhaps it’s the decline of the sunshine, who knows.

We had a baby hawk visit us this morning. My youngest and I got to see him pretty close up, too. It was pretty awesome.

Things with the kids have been better since our summer visit to see family. It was a much needed change of pace for us all. I was sort of amazed at how the significant drop in stress, the increase in rest, and an amazing amount of emotional support helped us all.

The drop in my pain and therefore exhaustion was fantastic. It’s definitely still a major part of my life, and as far as anyone knows fibromyalgia will always be a major part of my life. And therefore my family’s lives.

For a little while, we all felt a little more normal. All that life around us, making happy memories with family, it was so.. replenishing.

The Nomadic and the Irruptive

It happened over the course of many years that a handsome black swan and a flighty snowy owl fell each into heartbreak. As they had been friends many years and were of great comfort to one another while they healed, when their comforting of each other turned from friendship to something more they decided that perhaps they had been meant for each other.

While the handsome swan travelled about providing for their family, the flighty owl grew restless while she stayed in the nest with their brood. She loved mothering their young ones, and she loved listening. To the adventures her mate the swan would bring home, but the longer she needed to stay in one place, the more unhappy she became. She found solace in taking their offspring to new places and sharing her awe of the unknown with her children. It reminded her of all the amazing thins she hadn't discovered yet and how she hoped to go back to exploring only day, but this time with her mate.

As time wore on and the fledglings grew, the black swan became more and more content to stay by the nest when he could stop adventuring while the snowy owl became more and more excited to leave. This created much unhappiness between them because despite their deep love for one another the very natures of who and what they had always been was coming between them a little bit more each time they tried to be more of what the other was.

While the swan held a little white, and the owl held a little black, they were primarily opposite the other and their offspring a beautiful set of grey fluff whose own natures had yet to show through.