WHERE MIGHT I HAVE BEEN ALL THESE YEARS?

I just remembered I used to have this blog . . . It certainly helped me work out my thoughts and feelings about divorce. Divorce was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. And I've done lots of hard things.

I ended my writing in 2017, the year my house was involved in a fire. I never mentioned that on the blog. But I was in shock for a long time. Also, someone was interest in getting a book published that year on divorce caused by pornography and they thought I would be a good resource since so many people "came out" to me after my own divorce. That has never materialized. Nobody wants to publish such abhorrent knowledge. I can't blame them.

But I do believe that working out my life "after fire" was the main thing I did at that time. That whole ordeal didn't get remediated until more than a year after it happened. I also had two more surgeries on my ankle, one in August 2019 and one six months later in February 2020. That took almost everything I had to recuperate. I had more to deal with than divorce, which I wanted to "release" from my every day psyche.

Then there was the pandemic and then there was an earthquake . . . 

. . . and then I retired from my job. That made me happy to be able to do the things I've always wanted to do but had to work. Haha! Everything I love to do can be done in my house and by myself during a quarantine--writing, art, music, crochet, reading . . . I learned I am a social introvert. I like my me time, but also like intimate gatherings. That served me well in 2020.

And my grandchildren were born starting in 2019, and one almost every year since. My life has been full of love every day. When they're here, my house is a happy place.

I have to admit, though, I still have triggers that lead me back to the abuse. I ask God every night, why do I keep thinking about this? It's been long enough away from that ordeal. But I suppose there are so many issues involved that I am still learning . . . every day.

I recently came upon several YouTubes on Narcissism. I tell ya' . . . that might just explain everything. And coupled with pornography addiction . . . Oi. Both are pervasive behaviors.

This therapist is my favorite on narcissism: https://www.youtube.com/@SurvivingNarcissism. The videos are not too long and he has many that have answered lots of my questions. From there, others will pop up that might help you as well. Also, I've discovered a lot about empaths on YouTube. I know I am one, though I keep it tamped down now. Empaths are usually the perfect narcissist's prey. As is  stated in this blog, the nicer the person, the bigger the challenge for the narcissist. 

I'm not the same person I used to be. When I think of that person, who lived in an emotional prison, I think of the patsy I was. I don't want to be hoodwinked again--beguiled, deceived, betrayed . . . I am still damaged from that. I don't trust people--can't even think about it.

I truly miss the nice person I used to be all those many years ago. I am now a very guarded person where once I was friendly and outgoing. I'm cautious. I don't show emotion readily as I used to, not even with my children. I have to force myself to smile and laugh sometimes, saying to myself it's okay to smile; it's okay to laugh. It used to be he could bring up any issue with a smile or a laugh. I just kept my face and my demeanor "even" so as not to stir up trouble that might blindside me.

But my face feels good when I smile! And my grandchildren always make me smile, and I'm not afraid of being that nice, kind person to them.

I have to give myself some credit for overcoming the after effects of my marriage considering all that I experienced. But being divorced is not my identity anymore. I am a whole person all by myself. I've discovered my love language, if those really exist, is giving handmade gifts, which I try to do often. I love the essay by Ralph Waldo Emerson about "Gifts":

". . . Next to things of necessity, the rule for a gift, which one of my friends prescribed, is, that we might convey to some person that which properly belonged to his character, and was easily associated with him in thought. But our tokens of compliment and love are for the most part barbarous. Rings and other jewels are not gifts, but apologies for gifts. The only gift is a portion of thyself. Thou must bleed for me. Therefore the poet brings his poem; the shepherd, his lamb; the farmer, corn; the miner, a gem; the sailor, coral and shells; the painter, his picture; the girl, a handkerchief of her own sewing. This is right and pleasing, for it restores society in so far to its primary basis, when a man's biography is conveyed in his gift, and every man's wealth is an index of his merit."

I must say, re-reading this blog from start to finish after so many years has been a walk down (the terrible-awful) memory lane. I found the video on Forgiveness to be helpful--again. I have released the terrible-awful over and over, but the C-PTSD follows me around to this day. Most will ask why? My answer is "I don't know." It just happens. I can't control when I'll be triggered and I have no control over responding to the PTSD. It's a trance. When I realize I'm in it, I do stop it. But minutes may go by. Many, many minutes.

I'm not sure I've released that terrible-awful completely, but the words of my friend--turn the other cheek and walk away--seem to be my answer for forgiveness. I walked 2,000 miles away. Another friend, who's a therapist, said I'd probably never be able to fully forgive, but to just stop judging him. There is One Who will be in charge of that one day. That has helped and has eased that burden. 

Also, he told me I have nothing to be ashamed of, or to apologize for. He should be the one who's afraid of me, not the other way around. What I'm actually afraid of is, on the few occasions we're in the same vicinity, at any moment I could spew a million hurts and rages at him. It takes all my restraint not to--which is why I could never be in an intimate setting with him. Even though he is the offender, I would look like the villain if that happened. He was just in town and at my granddaughter's primary program at church, which is probably why I'm triggering so much. But it will calm down eventually.

I do always like to combat the dark with being thankful for the light--the miracles that exist in my life. And I do thank God every day and every night for my now wonderful life. I have all I need. I am blessed. I have discovered my real self, and I like me very much. In fact, I discover new things all the time.

I now have grandchildren, and they bring me such joy and happiness. They are young enough at this point in time to not know why they have this single Grammy in their lives--without a male counterpart. I suppose it will be soon enough they will figure it out and question. But I hope I've shown them enough love that they, in turn, will love this Grammy, who loves them with my whole heart and soul. 

 

I hope this blog has helped the few people who have discovered it. I don't think I'll write again. I think readers will glean a lot of information from here if they need it. And, again, I'm sorry you might need this information. It's rough. I'll just keep it "out there" in cyberspace. I've never monetized it. I wrote for my own catharsis. I don't really want to be discovered, but a few have come forth and said it was helpful. That's all I can ask. 

Dear Universe

 

GOD HELPS US HANDLE WHAT WE'RE GIVEN

 This sign has helped me through a lot. I found it during the fire when I was living in an apartment the insurance company put me up in, now almost six years ago.

I have this sign above my front door. I have to "look up" at it, which is what we should all be doing--looking up, toward heaven, to the One who is always looking out for us.

I found a post I wrote about this from 2019, almost two years after the fire. It still holds true. I'll just paste it here:

I don’t believe God, our Heavenly Father, sits on His throne and throws thunderbolts at us because He thinks we can handle it. 

 

First, I believe we volunteered for our, sometimes, extremely hard missions on earth while in the pre-existence. We were all valiant spirits of a loving Father and Mother. We knew we were loved and cherished. We knew earth life was going to be hard. 

 

Second, I believe the adversary is the one who throws thunderbolts at us and taunts us with ideas, like we can’t possibly handle our issues. He hates us. He wants us to fail. He wants us to be like him—miserable . . . despicable . . .

 

Third, our loving Heavenly Father made sure we had agency to choose right from wrong. He knew sometimes we would make wrong choices, but guess what? He doesn’t always step in to stop us if it looks like we’re on the wrong path. Agency was a great gift to us and it’s a test. Only the valiant and loving and good of heart can inherit His kingdom. 

 

Fourth, He sent His only-begotten Son to earth to atone for our sins—to pay the ransom for us if we do stray from the righteous path. As a loving Father, He helps us handle what we are given. What do good fathers do? Throw thunderbolts at their kids? No! If you have adult kids, you understand you can’t make their choices for them, but you can guide them, and help them handle the consequences—no matter what they are. 

 

Fifth, even though we volunteered for some challenges before earth life, sometimes, we pay consequences that aren’t a result of choices we made. Others can make choices that affect us, too. These choices can take away our agency—our own and/or someone else’s. We all have a Plan. If someone’s choice takes away our agency—our Life Plan—it’s a real sin. And sometimes we do make bad choices. 

 

I’m thankful for my Savior, who paid the price for all of us. I only pray I’m worthy of His sacrifice.

I know this to be true. I’ve been through some awful consequences in the last ten years that were not by my choice. But I know my Heavenly Father helped me through them. He sent me the Holy Ghost to lead, guide, and comfort me. He gave me amazing friends and family who stood by me and loved me through all my heartache and trials. These are what I call “walking angels on earth.” Perhaps you have the privilege of knowing some.

 

Do you think I could have possibly handled all of those thunderbolts thrown at me by myself? No way!

Only with the help—and love—of God could I ever have handled it.