All Over the Place

I have so many thoughts jumbled up in my brain right now. I wanted to dedicate separate posts to each event, as they are individually significant, but my brain is too scattered, and my ability to privately write things out fully is limited.

It's only Wednesday, but the last 5 days has felt like an eternity.

It started off with Saturday night. I was curled up in the arms of of my love (that's a whole other post... I'll get to it) and we were just chatting about nothing. We somehow got on the topic of phone technology and the advent of camera phones. The topic of my rape in college came up and I told the story. Nothing other than just how it happened. They gave me a hug and we both got quiet. I was starting to cave in on myself, thinking about it and they gently asked "Do you like to travel? What is your favorite city or destination?" It snapped me right out of it. I chatted about Rome and Stonehenge and Greece and all kinds of ancient ruins... They held me so tight from behind and buried their face in my neck as they listened to me talk - held me while I came back into myself. They recognized that I was going under, drowning in my own memories and they threw me a lifeline. I am so incredibly grateful to have someone in my life who sees me. Gets me. And holds me gently as I come back up for air.

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Last night a friend of mines mother succumbed to coronavirus. He himself is still in the hospital, trying to recover. My heart breaks for him and his family. He has a long road ahead of him in recovery, and I pray that the loss of his mother does not bring his own recovery to a halt. He has overcome so much in the last 2 years, yet I'm afraid for him.

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I've been working since January to get things squared away with our health insurance. I'm frustrated and exhausted and just burned out with being the only "grown up" that has to handle the grown up things. We are on the verge of losing our coverage yet again, and I seem to be the only person who can fix it. I'm out of energy. I'm so spent in regards to having to be the only one in charge of the "hard" things that I'm running out of patience. I can't hold D's hand while he files for unemployment. No one was there to walk me through it when I applied. I've asked him to help or participate - be involved in the health insurance process. I asked him to help fund the insurance a little, but he has declined to do that, since my job was paying an allowance towards insurance premiums. Why offer to help pay when I can just take care of it for him? My frustration came to a head today and I attempted to go upstairs for a little privacy to make some phone calls into the state and the insurance marketplace - and this is when he decides he has to be upstairs too, folding laundry. There just isn't ANYWHERE in this house that I can have any privacy.

On a walk the other day with Gwen, we were talking about our dream houses. She said she wanted to live in a house big enough for me to have my own space. "I don't like that you have to sleep on the couch, and that you don't have anywhere to call your own space. I want that for you in our dream house."

She knows the way things currently are is not the way they should or could be.

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I have more to say, but I'm on the verge of tears again, and I keep struggling to keep back the tears. I'm afraid if I let them start, I won't be able to stop for a long time. Maybe I need a good cry? But now just isn't the right time. I don't feel comfortable enough or safe enough to cry in front of the kids or their father.

Untamed

I recently finished reading Glennon Doyle's Untamed. To say it was moving is such an understatement. I've read plenty of "I am woman, hear me roar" self help books, but this one felt... different. My reaction was different. More intense. More aware. More open to ideas of how to best move forward with changing the dynamic of my family - and having it all be okay in the end. 

"When a woman finally learns that pleasing the world is impossible, she becomes free to learn how to please herself."
"The truest, most beautiful life never promises to be an easy one. We need to let go of the lie that it's supposed to be."
"The building of the true and beautiful means the destruction of the good enough. Rebirth means death."
"I guess women have to almost die before we give ourselves permission to live how we want."
"What is better: uncomfortable truth or comfortable lies? Every truth is a kindness, even if it makes others uncomfortable. Every untruth is unkindness, even if it makes others comfortable."
"So I must live and tell my truth. Folks will come around or quit coming around. Either way: lovely."

These are just some of the words that moved me in this book.

I too must live and tell my truth. I've taken small steps. I've taken big steps. But I have a huge leap to make and I can't wait any longer. Well, I sorta have to with the courts all being closed, but everything is ready. The paperwork. My heart. My courage. I know exactly where I want my story to go - and I know how to get there.

Useful Tools!

So my laptop died. Months ago. Any blogging or updates I have done have all been completed on my phone, which is a pain in the ass! So I bought myself a birthday present. An adorable little Samsung Chromebook 3. I have been bursting at the seams with wanting to write, but just didn't have a comfortable way to get it done!

I am so excited!

For now I will finish getting it set up and will be back shortly with more to say!!

Baking Bread

Who could have foreseen how different life would be in one month? Covid19 has derailed the whole worlds plans for the foreseeable future. Michigan is being hit particularly hard, and I'm finding myself hesitant to go on social media - fearful of who is no longer with us... tired of the finger pointing and blame game of politics. Everyone is on edge and its overwhelming to bare witness to the collective fear of the whole world.

So I bake bread.

I focus all my energy into the measuring, the mixing, and the baking. I wrap myself in the warmth and aroma of fresh bread, and find comfort in something so easy and basic.

I'm not making fancy artisan breads. I've mostly been making rolls. That way I'm not inhaling the end product in one sitting. Spreading it out over a couple days. Just yeast rolls and sour dough rolls. Keeping it simple.

I've been cooking a lot lately too. Most of the meals, actually. I'd forgotten how much I used to love to cook. I still hate the dishes, and am now the main person to do those too.

I'm trying to keep my frustration with my living situation under control. The more time I'm forced to be in close proximity to my spouse, the more I am bryond 100% sure that I am making the right decision pursuing the divorce of our marriage. We are trapped under the same roof and I am done. I'm not angry or spiteful, I'm just done. And that's okay. I suspect there will be lots of people who are going to pursue divorce after being quarantined with their spouses.

So I bake bread.

I take my frustration out on the punching and kneading. I handle the dough in my hands and work it over. I transform my frustration into something useful and constructive. I have something to show for it in the end. It lowers my blood pressure- which has been pretty high lately.

I'm taking inventory in what keeps me calm, what helps take the edge off my anxiety, and who shows up to check in on my heart. I'm taking things one day at a time, and I'm trying to cherish the extra time with my children.

Perhaps I'll spend more time writing too.