Hello dear reader.
Two weeks from today I will be married to the love of my life. It feels surreal. I told Tim this morning that I am so happy and my life is so amazing that it scares me. I keep expecting to wake up. We have a great house in the most beautiful place on earth. All of my children and grandchildren are healthy and happy. We have the best friends anyone could ever have. Tim has a job that he loves and we can live on. Every morning we wake up to birds singing outside our window. We start our days drinking coffee and laughing at the dogs. I’m making progress in getting my pain under control. I get to be a voice for children who need a voice. I’m marrying a man who is loving, compassionate, loyal, and keeps me laughing. I get to be married to someone who was, is, and always will be my friend. This is my life? Really? How did this happen? How did I get here from where I’ve been?
I started out as a physically and sexually abused child. I went from there to being in physically abusive relationships. I have to say though, I’d do it all again to have my kids. They were the only good thing in my life. All I wanted was for them to have a happy childhood and grow up to be happy people. I wanted their lives to be the opposite of mine both as children and adults. I know that I wasn’t always the mother I wanted to be, and I’m still not. But they had at least one thing that I never did…I loved and will always love all of my children with all my heart. People say about their children, “I’d die for them.” I did more than that. I lived for them when dying would have been a lot easier. I’m getting off on a tangent here, but I suppose I needed to say that. Back on topic…I went from physically abusive relationships to an emotionally abusive one. I’ve never had anyone love me. Everyone who claimed to love me, actually loved their image of what they wanted me to be. I always put who I was or wanted to be in the background to be what I was “supposed” to be. Even now I often don’t seem to live up to my children’s expectations of who they think I should be.
Fast forward to me at almost 50…I find myself in a relationship with someone who loves who I am, a relationship with no abuse at all. This is a relationship where not only am I allowed to be myself, but respected, admired, and encouraged to be myself. I grow and flourish in ways I never knew I could.
Can you see why it all seems so surreal?
I know I’ve said some things in here today that will make you smile and other things that will make you shudder. That’s my life. But today, now, I’m all smiles. I have a life that I never even dreamed was possible. I’ve lived way too many nightmares. If this is a dream, please don’t wake me up.
Until next time…