Here we are. Looking at September approaching. As usual, with sadness and not knowing exactly how I will handle my emotions. This year I add to it that I am coming off the heels of a 2 1/2 year relationship break-up. I am not sure if it’s an astrological thing or what, but when bad things occur in my life, it usually happens right around this time.
As I get acclimated to my new relationship status, instead of reeling over “what he did” or “what he should have done”, I am self-reflecting. The fact that I have had four different men under this roof over the past twenty years…would lean to the idea that it is not all their fault. I am the common denominator.
Under this roof has been one divorce, one death that happened six months after we separated (trying to force his sobriety), the separation didn’t lessen the blow, though. We all loved him deeply. Add to that, not one of the four under our roof, but another loss of a boyfriend to leukemia after dating just over a year. Then a catastrophic and abrupt ending of a relationship that hurt us all…one physically, everybody emotionally. And lastly, being just recent…a peaceful, yet much needed ending to another relationship.
As far as the deaths, I have had people jab at me jokingly, sometimes not jokingly, the “black widow” reference. Hell, I have even said it. My last relationship actually had me watching the same scenario almost unfold again. I was in an ICU watching my boyfriend almost die just eight months ago…I couldn’t fathom how this could be happening again in our world. I was scared and it made me angry and bitter as it was lifestyle choices and not taking medicines required to keep him healthy that landed him there…that and just plain stubbornness. I was just recently informed (unnecessarily, mind you…I could have existed not knowing) that during his month long stay at the hospital there was questioning if I had something to do with the sickness by at least one family member…likely more. Seriously folks? As if losing two people I loved already isn’t painful enough (to the whole family), let’s add “maybe she has had something to do with them and with this”. I guess I understand no one knows what goes on behind closed doors, but jeesh. That was a punch to the gut. Just to assure every one out there, I do not possess the super power to impose esophageal varices, leukemia or kidney failure on another human. End of that rant.
Now those two, almost three, endings were out of my hands. Now about my choices. Who have I chosen to welcome into my family? As far as the marriage to the older children’s dad…I was younger. I didn’t know who I was yet and what I wanted. I know that much. I have no regrets getting into or out of that relationship. We grew apart over the eleven years we were together. I grew apart, mostly. I knew I needed more. I can’t blame someone for being the same person they were over a decade before. But I wasn’t the same.
When I immediately got into my next relationship, I still didn’t have a sense of self. Looking back, I would have never entered into that relationship as I am today. It was dysfunctional right from the start…I would see that a mile away now. But with that relationship I found what real unconditional love was for another human, other than for a child. And we did have a child in our seven years together. Losing him changed me. Watching your children lose their father/figure changes you in a way that without experiencing it, you will never understand.
I got myself into counseling to help me deal with the grief. I learned a lot about myself…undoubtedly I am still learning..
The last couple of multiple year relationships are what I am trying to draw from now. I know I have the fault…to not see faults. I see the best of people, which can be considered a good trait…but in selecting who to spend your life with, you need to be able to see the “bad”s, as well. I see the potential. Not the now and what’s in front of me. And that leaves both people unhappy. One feeling like they never live up…and one feeling like they’ve been let down.
Next, I hold a lot of grief for obvious reasons, and guilt for allowing my children to go through another loss…and another. That has to be difficult for anyone pairing up with me. There are anniversaries and heavenly birthdays that are recognized…I gather it would be a lot for some to handle (I maintain that if you weren’t equipped to handle it…you should have never stepped into it). I have always tried to be sensitive and balanced between making sure the family is getting to reminisce and my partner is still getting attention…but looking back, it might’ve been too much for some.
Honesty. Another good trait, right? I think so. But I am REALLY honest. I grew up with that not being a focus. I was sneaky and it wasn’t until I was a young adult did I learn how good it feels just to be honest with yourself and those around you. What I don’t realize sometimes, is that sometimes people don’t need to hear the WHOLE story (like I do when blogging?). I am a sharer. I will share just about anything. Whether I pooped today, what goes on in the bedroom…with others or myself…how I felt for others in the past, things that I have done that am ashamed of. Open book. Too much for some.
Being right. My apologies to those in the past…bad trait and something I continue to work on. I try so hard to do the right thing all the time, I don’t always see that I am not…and then try to justify things and then…Let’s just say I am learning to simply say I was wrong. And listen to the other side. Work in progress.
Going forward I need to not only work on honing in on that little voice guiding me, I need to actually act on it. I’ve learned to hear it, I now need to learn to LISTEN to it. I need to figure out how to give it a megaphone!!
So in conclusion…I guess I am too much for some. I expect too much. I need to listen and admit my wrongs. I need to make sure my audience is prepared and equipped to take in what I share. And I need to move slowly and listen closely to my inside voice.
I will continue to self reflect while getting through the anniversaries of Matthew and Michael’s death next week and the week after with my family. I pray to travel through the next month with strength and grace while we celebrate their lives and mourn my past. I welcome anyone who comes across this writing to pray as well.
Blogging is my way of figuring things out, thanks for being a part of my therapy session with me. Until next time…
“It takes courage…to endure the sharp pains of self discovery rather than choose to take the dull pain of unconsciousness that would last the rest of our lives.”