I bet you didn't think you'd see me again! I wasn't sure I'd be back. I can honestly say that the last month of my life has been pure hell. You already know that my husband had asked for a divorce. Then I started having severe dizziness, to the point of falling down. Since I had this problem a few years ago and MS was mentioned as a big possibility, I've been really scared.
Then, I found out my dad died. My dad was a horrible, horrible man and I haven't seen him in years. I credit him w/ creating many of my insecurities and fears. My childhood was one big nightmare. Still, his death hit me hard. I always figured he would recover from his addictions, conquer his fears, and slay his dragons. I always thought he would feel remorse for his many sins... reach out... make amends. Now he's gone and the possibilities are gone, too.
I visited his grave... took a letter I had written... had every intention of confronting him... When I finally had the chance to say everything I could never say while he was alive, I couldn't do it. All I could say, over and over, was, "Why didn't you love me? I tried so hard to make you proud-- why wasn't I good enough?" Pitiful, I know. But, as I sat there, crying and talking and, finally, burning my letter, I felt cleansed. For the first time in my life I realized something-- it wasn't me! I was just a kid... no normal parent does the things he did! It all became crystal clear-- both of my parents were sick, selfish, immature twits who had no business bringing children into this world! It wasn't my fault!!!!! I actually felt whole and clear-headed. For the first time ever, I felt free of fear. Maybe I'll actually be able to sleep without nightmares now.
Another strange thing happened. I had been thinking of going back to school-- even through distance education-- to get a degree in psychology. My friend pretty much convinced me that I didn't need to do that, that I'm too busy with the kids and my writing, etc. Then, after learning of my dad's death, it seemed so clear... Why not make something positive of my childhood? Why not put my experience and sensitivities to good use? Why not work w/ abused children (or adult survivers of childhood abuse) to help them overcome the guilt and confusion that such a childhood brings? If I can't use my past to help someone, isn't it all just a waste?
Oh, and my husband and I were able to work things out too. It was very rocky for a while, but we finally realized that we have too much to lose by divorcing. We renegotiated everything, found a new way of communicating, and we're on the path to much greater happiness than ever. He even made the 3 hour drive to take me to the cemetery. That is surprising in itself, because he is a very black and white kind of guy. He really couldn't understand that I needed to shed tears for this monster, but he supported my need anyway. It felt so good to have that support.
Anyway, I feel liberated in so many ways. Feel clear-headed and more in control that I've felt in a while. It seems fitting that I come back to Cohens. I am finally ready to reclaim my life and my health.
Thank you to everyone who took the time to worry about me! I hope you're all doing great.