A year ago, I was a scared single mama. Taking the kidlet on a road trip, just the two of us. We made amazing memories during that long weekend. I agonized over whether to contact Leon, and remember how I decided to just do it. Hell, I'd just stood on the edge of a canyon with no railing. I could text a man I cared about to let him know I was thinking about him. I wished him well and he responded.
And I came home a different person. Braver. I remember racing home to see CF, who called me out on stuff, and got me out of my comfort zone. What we decided that night did not end up happening. But not because I wasn't brave enough. Because he wasn't.
And less than five months later, the kidlet and I flew to another state where I navigated a wonderful trip for him. On my own. And I wasn't scared and it was amazing. And a few months after that, I did it again.
I've got this.
I had avoided watching Private Practice for the last three weeks. I didn't think I could handle watching the Charlotte/rape storyline.
But yesterday, I went to therapy. And we talked about the assault. And we talked about how scared I've been. And we talked about how I need to remember not to let my anger at LI get pushed off onto the husband or to Eric. And how I should be responsive, not reactive. It's a little easier said than done. Because I can't control how other people act.
But last night, I decided to go ahead and watch the episodes I had been avoiding.
And, sure, it was awful. And, yeah, I looked away during the brutal scenes.
But what really struck me was how they focused on the reactions of those closest to her. And how they navigated the minefield of emotion around her.
And I found myself realizing that maybe... Just maybe... Eric isn't quite the asshole I think he is.
That maybe he simply did not know how to deal with what happened. And the flipping out I did freaked him out. So, he ran away instead of facing it head-on.
Am I excusing his whole "it's okay for me to cheat on my girlfriend and make you feel insignificant" act? No.
But maybe he was grieving too. Because if he ever did love me (and I really would like to think that he did at one time. I spent a significant period of time with the man) maybe it was really hard for him to deal with what had happened. Then again, maybe he didn't really realize what happened. I did downplay it quite a bit that night.
But last night, watching that show... I sat on this couch, beneath the red blanket, and I shivered. Just like I did that night. With Eric on the other end of the couch. He had to have known that something inside of me had shifted.
But for whatever tough act I'd put up that night, Eric was the one who knew me best. He was the one who pointed out the vulnerability inside of me. And he was the one who had sworn never to hurt me.
And then there's the husband. Maybe the reason why he wouldn't hold my hand the other night after dinner or when we went to coffee is that he's scared. He actually does know what happened. Maybe, just maybe, he deserves a little bit of grace because maybe, just maybe, he's scared to touch me because he's scared of scaring me the way he does know that I was scared that night.
And the girls who know and have not contacted me since? Maybe I can offer them some grace now, too. Because they don't know how much it hurts to share something so awful and then have them disappear. And they don't know that Eric did the same thing to me, so that makes their disappearance hurt that much more.
For whatever reason, people are who they are. And they don't get the answers when they don't ask the questions. And I can learn to be okay with that... Eventually.
Two years ago, TF and CB included me with their family. And I remember checking my phone for some kind of acknowledgement that HRT was thinking of me. (I really need to stop having major breakups in November! (Yes, even the husband and I broke up over Thanksgiving. Three years ago. LOL)
But this morning, I did that silly note about books on fb. And some of those titles were highlighted, thanks to people who are no longer in my world.
So, I sent a little Light and Love their way, and I'm moving on.
I'll get through this day. Even though I know where I'm not wanted. I'm grateful to know that I was wanted in many other places today.
And I'm going to forgive those who didn't want me today. Because they know not what they do. They're not wired that way.
And, hell, I'm even going to forgive the ones who didn't want me today that DO know what they do. Because I want to be THAT girl.
I'm going to be good to ME today.
And I'm so fucking grateful for the Thanksgivings past that brought me to where I am today. I DO have a lot to be thankful for, even if it doesn't look like it from the outside.
Scars heal. And they DO fade. I'm walking proof of that.
I have a wonderful child who loves me and I had an amazing day with him yesterday. And when I do see him again, I'll be so glad.
I have a plan for today.
I have my BGPs. I have technology. I have an awesome job. I have amazing friends. I am loved. Maybe not by one man who wants to love me and be with me, but I am surrounded by love. I do know this.
And I'm finally learning to be alone. And it doesn't totally suck. It's got its perks, too.
Happiest of Thanksgivings to you, the few who bother to read this drivel. Live and Breathe Gratitude.