Tuesday, October 19, 2010

What I know....

You know what the worst part about being me is? Knowing myself better than anyone else… Knowing what I will and will not do.

Other people believe in me. Other people believe that I will make the right choice... And I know; I won’t.

Other people believe that I will let go and move on one day... And I know; I won’t.

Other people think I just need time. And I know; time has nothing to do with it.

Other people think I will walk away when I’m ready; and I know if nothing changes, then no, I won’t.

As long as he keeps feeding me just enough to stay, I’ll never go. I’ll forever be trapped in this land of mediocrity. Of wanting more. Craving more. KNOWING I deserve more. (Oh yes, I know it. I do. I REALLY do.) But I only want it from him.

And I know, if he chooses to keep me here for another 20 years; I will stay. I will stay and constantly hunger for more from him. I will stay and constantly doubt my worth to him. I will stay and secretly tell myself that one day he will see. One day he will realize. One day he will want; ME…

I know me and I know I’ll stay… and hope.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

The soldier

There are days when I want to give into it all... Days that I want to be a girl. Days that I want to be weak, and fragile, and vulnerable. Days that I want to curl up at his feet and let him be the man and take care of it all for me.... Days that I want him to hold my world together for 5 minutes so I can breathe.... There are days that I want to love him so deeply and passionately and in ways that to truly understand must be felt first hand. There are days that I am beating on my walls to let me out so I can give, so I can play, so I can be free.... There are days that I WANT to have hope. Days that I WANT to believe it's possible. Days that this girl inside me begs to be fed her dreams......

But there is a soldier that stands guard outside those walls.....

Thursday, October 7, 2010

No Worries.... So it seems....

So I got no complaints. No worries. No real troubles on my mind. Life seems pretty good. Don’t get me wrong I have the basic, everyday frustrations; scheduling everything to fit, laundry, cleaning, getting the kiddo fed, karate, homework, etc… But no REAL worries.

And yet…. I know it’s there. Lurking just below the surface. Thick, boiling, goopy, smelly. It’s there. I’ve plunged my arms elbow deep into my very core and cleaned and scooped, and processed so many nasty horrible feelings and it’s taken me a long time to get that all cleared out, and with it gone I feel so light, and breezy, and… happy. But it’s all on the surface…

There’s more… And I can’t seem to reach it. I want to. I’m ready. I’d give anything to tap into this deeper hurt and pain and anger. I know it’s there. I just can’t get to it…

It’s more than my husband being gone. It’s more than the ongoing court process. It’s more than bills, and men, and disabilities. It’s more than work, and friends, and family. It’s more than diseases, and the failing health of loved ones. It’s MORE than anything I’ve faced in the past.

How can I get to it? How can I break through the surface? I’m ready. I’m willing to do the work. I just need to know what it is that I’m working on….

I try to enjoy the light, airy, easy going life but it’s like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’m waiting for the black clouds in the distance to roll in. I’m waiting for the earth to rumble and the volcano to erupt.

I’m enjoying it, but am doing so with caution… The LAST thing I want is to be blissfully skipping along and then without ANY warning to get completely blindsided, and immersed in something I have no idea how to get out of….