Quest for the Bridges
My relocation from the Garden State to the City of Bridges.
01 August 2012
A Blanket
In March of 2011, we went back to New Jersey so I could take care of some business. It was a nice visit with Mom, and Papa L, and my cousin. The business, however, did not get taken care of, thanks to the NJ MVC still showing my then 13.5 year old hooptie as having a lien, because the financing company didn't notify them in 2002 that it had been paid off.
Our plan was to leave in the early evening of that Sunday. We tool a quick day trip with Papa L to a town about half an hour away. It was a fun, if odd, adventure and we enjoyed ourselves. The plan was to come back to Mom's house, pick her up and take J to a real NJ pizza place for some East Coast pizza. About 10 minutes from home, the rental stopped accelerating. I pulled over to see what was wrong and the car stalled. It would not start again. We were in the left hand median of the interstate. Lovely.
J called the rental company's roadside assistance to report the death. At about this time, the cops pulled up so they could move us to the other side of the road by pushing the car with theirs. All I could think of was "bumper's going to get damaged, they're going to charge me, I can't afford this shit..." Queue the waterworks from me. I had no idea where they came from, but the skies were inspired. At that point, a huge rainstorm hit. So there we were, in a dead HHR, being pushed across an interstate by the state police (who were wonderfully kind and helpful, by the way).
So, back to the phone call. We were told that we'd have to wait with the dead HHR until the replacement was brought to us. From Newark Airport. 45 minutes away. Because it's Sunday. And they're the only open branch within a hundred miles. And yes, it's still raining.
Two hours, some seriously fogged up windows, and several full bladders later, we were back on our way. This new one was also an HHR. This would end up being a lucky break later in the story.
Eventually, we got back to Mom's (an hour AFTER we wanted to leave to go home). The rain had stopped and I simply HAD to have my pizza, so we went to dinner anyway. We spent a bit more time with Mom and Papa L, ate, and argued (which is traditional for Mom and me). We then packed up the car and headed out. It was 7pm. We had about a 6 hour ride ahead of us.
As we neared the PA border, it started to rain again. At the border, it became a wintry mix. Within 10 miles, Full Blown Blizzard. Fortunately, the HHR was an AWD. That, combined with my pro driving skills kept us from dying. It took us five hours to travel what would have normally taken about twoish hours. Interstate 80 in Eastern and Central PA runs right through the Appalachians. We're talking Donner Pass shit here. There are parts where the edge of the road drops straight down. The roads were not plowed at all, and the only other traffic we saw were 18 wheelers. Why? Well, because 80 was closed! We didn't know this until the next day, when we read about the storm of the century in the paper, because the nifty electronic signs didn't say anything about it.
The HHR kept on the road quite nicely, but the windshield wipers couldn't really keep up. I had to pull over while one of us jumped out to clean the 3" of snow from the windows. Of course, each time, the trucks would hurtle past us, racing down the hills. If they tried to use the brakes, they'd have ended up at the bottom of a ravine. Needless to say, it was a stressful five hours.
At one point, we threw up our hands and said "Eff this! We need to pull over!" Of course, we were in the middle of nowhere. There was one tiny town with two hotels and a truck stop. The problem turned out to be that everyone decided to give up at this very same town. Every room was booked. J and I got into an argument (our nerves were frayed to the point of breaking at that point) and decided to stop at the truck stop. I was cold because it was the middle of March, and it had been warm, so my coat was packed under a bunch of stuff in the trunk. We were discussing sleeping in the parking lot to wait the storm out, but neither of us were really into that idea. We were both angry, uncomfortable, moody, cranky, and overly exhausted. He got out to grab himself a snack (I didn't want anything).
While he was inside, I called out of work for the next day, then shut the phone off. I closed my eyes and stewed. I started blaming every single decision I'd made throughout the entire trip for this one horrible stroke of badness. I was sitting there, shivering in this stupid rental, wanting to cry, but just too damn tired to do anything about it. When the door opened, I didn't even open my eyes. When he sat down next to me, I still kept them closed. I heard ripping cardboard. Finally, I looked over at him. J was unwrapping a new dark green fleece blanket.
"You're freezing I got this for you so you'd be warm".
He wrapped me in the blanket, and I did tear up a bit at that point. This plain, green truck stop blanket was the most thoughtful gift I'd ever received. It wasn't fancy, it wasn't beautiful. It was warm, and just what I needed at that moment. I grabbed his hand and we hugged for a while. I apologized for being moody, and so did he. We kissed and made up and sat there for a while, watching the snow fall. It was illuminated by the orange lights overhead, but it was beautiful. We decided we'd risk it and see if we could find another town.
Two hours (and about 60 miles) later, the snow had basically stopped. The roads were clear and safe again. But at that point, it was going on 2:30am and we were both falling asleep. We were still about two hours from home, so we found a motel to stay at. The next morning, we woke up and made the rest of the trip home (after some breakfast).
To this day, that blanket is still one of my favorite things in the world. It reminds me that J will always be there to keep me safe, and to keep me warm, and to make me smile.
06 July 2012
Deaths, Part One: Gram
20 April 2012
2012 So Far
On the evening of January 1, the man I love, the one who inspired the quest in the first place, became the man I will spend the rest of my life with. He asked me to be his wife. It was a very low key proposal, but it was certainly a perfect fit for all of the milestones in our life so far.
We had spent the weekend with his parents at their house on Lake Erie. It was a relaxing New Years, and we had fun. When we got home that evening, we changed into our comfy clothes and sat on the couch. He began talking about his family, and an awesome conversation he'd had with his Mom on Christmas. The topic shifted to his great grandmother. Not long before she passed away, she'd given his Mom something with the promise that it go to him when he was ready. It turned out to be her engagement ring. He pulled it from his pocket and asked me to be his wife.
I said yes. And cried. And danced around, saying "We're getting maaaarrieeeed!!!"
We hit the ground running as far as planning goes. First, we threw around some dates. We were wishing for this coming Autumn, but money wasn't going to cooperate. We then thought of March 2013, because we didn't want Spring or Summer, and we didn't want to wait until Autumn 2013. We then came up with the brilliant idea of a day after the apocalypse wedding on 22 December. We had found a possible venue by that point, and they had it available. Before we went to look at the place, his family pointed out that people may not be able to travel that close to Christmas (since almost everyone is traveling). We then checked with the venue about 29 December, which was also available. So now, we'll be having a week after the apocalypse wedding!
In addition to the venue, we've got a caterer, a photographer, and a "dj". We decided to do the music ourselves, and save the $800-$1k it would have cost for a dj. We are still up in the air as to the original sound system due to some family issues, but we'll figure it out. We've also got a place for rentals, I just have to sit down and figure out what we need.
I'm going dress shopping in about a month when my Mom comes to visit. I'm actually excited about this part. I'm not typically very girly, but I love trying on dresses. This is one of the more traditional things I'm doing for this wedding. I just want to find something I love, and feel good in.
Oh, and did I mention I also started school in mid-January?! This semester will be done in a few weeks. I'm doing pretty well so far. Hoping for at least a 3.5 gpa for the first semester. More on that later, though.
30 December 2011
Looking Forward to 2011
I'm going to school in a couple of weeks! After 15 years of talking about it, I'm going to finally do it. I want to continue my search for a new job (part time). I'll be volunteering more at the Humane Society. And, hopefully, I'll be able to keep up on everything else.
My resolutions are as follows:
- I want to lose more weight, walk more, and use the gym at school to get in better shape. I have no real specific weight loss goal. Maybe another 20 lbs? But I want to be in better shape, get toned up more, and look/feel better.
- I want to get at least a 3.5 GPA and hopefully make honors at school. I want to apply myself like I didn't do in high school, and actually be proud of my academic accomplishments.
- I want to get out of the habit of being negative about myself all the time. I want to be more positive and treat myself as well as I treat other people. I want to treat other people as well as I want them to treat me.
- I want to get out and appreciate life more. I want to appreciate all the things I have, and all the things that are ahead of me.
- I want to (along with J) compile a cook book of all of our recipes, so they are in one place. I want my family recipes, his family recipes, and the recipes we've made documented so we can share them with future generations.
- I want to write more, and document more of the joys of this life I have now. My quest is never complete, and I want to remember the positives. Too many of my old blogs, journals, status updates, and such are negative, melancholy, and mopey. I want to remember the beauty of my life, not the vomited sadness that I wrote yesterday.
- And finally, I want to spend less time online and in front of screens. I want to spend more time doing things that are worthy, that I need to do, or that will get me moving a bit more.
Reflecting, The End of 2011
29 December 2011
Frustration, Part One
The second half of 2003, and first half of 2004 consisted of finding another job, enduring a lot of meddling from my father-in-law pertaining to the job, taking a lot of abuse from the in-laws because I wasn't comfortable with that meddling, and finally leaving that job due to paranoia based on things he knew (that he shouldn't have), and things that were said to other people. I also tried to help my mother-in-law with planning her other son's wedding (that never happened). In addition to that, he moved into the apartment below us, so we (I) were expected to keep an eye on him, particularly after his relationship crumbled. He had a lot of issues, and his mother had even more issues with letting him go. We were expected to watch him, coddle him, and allow him to do whatever he wanted, even though it screwed with our sanity, as well as the sanity of my mother on the first floor.
Because I was home, I endured a lot of the police welfare checks (because he had threatened to kill himself, or he had been self-harming and people at his job were concerned). And then there were the knocks on our doors at 3am from his friends, who were concerned, and knew we had a key. His mother became more concerned, but instead of doing something herself about it, she put even more pressure on us to watch him. Because at the time, her marriage was in trouble. That gave me yet another job of confidante for her. I begged my then-husband to intervene and ask his family to back off, but he wouldn't do it.
By the second half of 2004, I became damn near incapable of coping with much at all. I spent the next three or so years unable to decide what to do. So I'd sit and wait for things to happen. I would wake up in the morning, watch television all day, and wait for him to come home. The housework never got done unless my mother came up to help (which turned into her doing it all). I didn't try to get a job. I didn't shower often. I barely left the house. And my husband secretly started resenting me. I couldn't pull my head from my ass, because I didn't even bother to try.
Things got worse with my marriage, too. I felt he wasn't even trying to take my feelings into consideration. I also felt like he didn't have my back with his family (or anyone). He started retreating further into his video games, and I became rather mean.
I've struggled with depression several times in my life, but it had never manifested itself quite like this before. And my ability to cope was severely crippled by a distinct lack of giving a shit. It was a vicious cycle, indeed.
The only reason I started leaving the house again was because, in mid-2007, a job basically fell into my lap. I made some friends (who weren't the greatest, as it would turn out). But I still dragged myself along for about three more years, before I got off the nightmare train and decided to start fixing my life. But now I wonder how well I actually did in that endeavor. I feel like I'm slipping back into old patterns. There have been a lot of adjustments the past year, and some stress to deal with, but I'm not miserable...
I worry that the depression is something that is a bit out of my control. I wonder if it's something I need more than just smiles and chipper optimism to combat...
15 December 2011
Welcome back, Miss M!
My ex and I got along fine, even managing to live under the same roof for two years after we separated (and before I moved out of state). I knew it was the right thing to do. Hell, I'm in a fantastic relationship with someone who supports me and is the right person for me. I couldn't wait for it to happen! I figured this would be the easy part. No sweat whatsoever.
But I had seen what happened to my Mother when her divorce was finalized. She and my father had been separated for the better part of 8 years (with a few attempts at reconciliation thrown in). She was wrecked, even though it wasn't particularly a surprise. I've never really seen someone get through the divorce unscathed. I was worried.
There was a part of me that felt like I'd failed. I never wanted to be a divorcee. I wondered if I'd tried hard enough to fix it. The thing is, it wasn't worth fixing. At the end, it wasn't making either of us happy, and I've accepted that fact. The folly was in getting married in the first place, not in how we handled the end. We managed to remain friends (until his girlfriend became uncomfortable with it), and we're still civil. I've forgiven him for what he did to me, and I've moved on with my life. I'm a far better person now than I was before.
OK, good. No guilt from the decision. But would I feel a sudden emptiness, or melancholy? I just didn't want to deal with that kind of downer. I wanted to truly be over it like I believed myself to be. I knew in my head, heart, and soul that it was over. I knew for absolute certainty that I am in a better place, and I am happier than I've ever been before. But there's always that stupid, irrational grief that comes with the death of anything. Isn't there?
Turns out, the answer is no. I received the message from the ex at 9:46am that it was done. He had, in his grubby little paws, the signed divorce decree with the official shiny gold seal of truth. It was really done. No hitches, no problems; easy peasy done. I sat there and waited. Nothing. No somersault in my gut, no emptiness, not even a frown. In fact, I felt lighter and less tense than I'd felt in years. I had to test this further, though. I first calculated how long it had been from beginning to end. 8 years, 7 months, 11 days (in reality, it had lasted less than five and a half years). I then brought up the wedding song on YouTube. At the beginning of the end, it had made me cry. As time went on, it made me angry. This time, nothing at all. Not even the smallest pang of meh crossed my stomach. Nothing. In fact, I found myself thinking about J, the man in my life now (who is the right person for me, and the love of my life).
And then it dawned on me: I'm free. Free from doubt. Free from the guilt. Free from the sadness. Free from the pain. Just Free.
Yesterday, I woke up for the last time as Mrs. E. This morning, I woke up as Miss M. I woke up to the man I love kissing me and telling me he loves me. I woke up free to live my life with no tethers to the past. I make decisions strictly for the good of who I am now, and for the good of my future.
There was no fear, no sadness, no looking back. I only look forward now, to being who I want to be and living life the way I should have from the beginning.
This is the first day of the rest of my life.
12 December 2011
When does the giving end??
When do I make all of this end? When will I get my head out of my ass and make it less about them, and more about me? Oh, how selfish I feel for even thinking that. I'm laying all of my eggs in one notoriously unreliable basket. That basket has failed me more times than I can count, has hurt me more than anything else in the world ever has, has cast me aside because I am no longer convenient (again). And yet, that very basket is where the course of the better part of the upcoming year has been placed. So, until Wednesday, I wait. I wait to see if Mr. Basket will be able to pull his wicker head from his woven ass. I wait to see if he can handle the last thing he will ever have to do for me. I wait to see if I'll be free at last to live my life.
And I wait to see if this will finally allow me to get over being betrayed, forgotten, ignored, torn apart, and cast off by someone who was supposed to take care of me, but didn't. I wait to see if it will allow me to forgive myself for keeping quiet while this happened for too many years; and for being so foolish as to be there to support him when it all blew up in his face.
Nothing really of substance, today. Just a bitch-fest for my own sanity, I suppose.
30 September 2011
Another September Dies
I really could go on. I don't have the insight or the observations I has on this day last year. I'll just be glad to wake up tomorrow, in the arms of my love, and have this month be over. October is usually a better month. It is my favorite, after all.
07 September 2011
I'm not responsible...
I am no longer responsible for your happiness. I need to take responsibility for my own. You DO deserve to be happy, but YOU must be the one who wants it.
I took responsibility for my own happiness and I was able to start finding it. I'm still working on it, and I still have a long way to go. But I've recognised that I'm the one responsible for it. I cannot lean on anyone for my own happiness or contentment, and neither can you. I cannot blame anyone for any misery I've suffered, and neither can you. Other people can effect our lives in horrible (or wonderful) ways, but we cannot lay our burdens solely on them. We have the choice on how we can deal with it. NO ONE can take that from us.
But I cannot take the blame anymore. We both made mistakes, we both hurt each other. And we both gave each other gifts of joy, growth, and good times. I do think that you don't see that. I feel that you only blame, and don't understand why I did what I ended up doing. It's because I couldn't allow myself to be hurt anymore. And I couldn't push anymore.
10 August 2011
Death, and falling into a hole.
24 April 2011
While my angel sleeps
21 February 2011
Anniversary of a nightmare
This week marks two years since the worst week of my entire life took place. I hadn't thought about it in a rather long time, but unfortunately the beginning of that week corresponds with the birth of a friend's child. Remembering that he was turning two, it all came back.
Well I don't want it anymore. The memories of my pain, and of how absolutely skewed my 'vision' was as a result. I remember waking up at 5am every morning, afraid to let anything out of my sight for fear it would all go away. I remember thinking if I could just fix myself and who I was, it would be okay again. I remember knowing that it was because I was not good enough, that I was unworthy. I deserved every bit of it. That kind of self loathing is not something I care to remember.
But neither are the anger, hatred, and feelings of betrayal. I don't want to blame myself anymore, but neither do I want to lose the indifference and start hating again. I've found a wonderful life that I don't want to taint with this nonsense. I wish I could hide from this past and this fear, but it comes back at the worst times.
I am again starting to hope that people who've wronged me are miserable. I don't even want to give a shit anymore! But it comes back again...
So today is two years since I found out the worst of the betrayals. I don't want to think about it or remember it, but I can't seem to help myself.
Other than that bit of joy, things have been weird for other reasons too. I don't need more on top of that. I'm looking forward to things going back to the way they were last year. But I suppose things won't go back, but I long for them to go forward.
31 December 2010
Winter's Night
At that moment, I fell in love with you again for the hundredth time.
It's not that I've ever stopped loving you, but there are moments when I am overwhelmed. The same feeling I had when I first realised I love you swells up and crashes into me like a tidal wave. I can't breathe, there is joy that you're here, and there is fear that you won't be. Then you look over and smile at me. I can see in your eyes that the smile is real, and it's for me alone. Your smile, your touch, your kiss make everything alright.
As the last few hours of 2010 tick down, I can't help but think about the things that happened to us separately, the things that have damaged us and hurt us. While I know they are all things that brought us to this point in time, I still wish they didn't have to happen. I'm a little bit sorry to see this year end. It is the year that brought you to me, and the year I moved home. It's the year I found what true friendship is, and the year that gave me kinship. But it started with the taint of an old life. I lost a lot. While much of it was definitely for the best, there are things I can keenly feel the loss of.
On this eve of the new year, I am looking forward to a fresh page on the calendar. This coming year will see us celebrating our first year together. It will see us continue to build our life together, and further our wonderful relationship. I am looking forward to this next year of our life, and every year. I will love you for each and every day, and many of those days will find me falling in love with you yet again. For that I am so thankful.
There are other things I'm looking forward to the new year for as well, but I'll get into them another day.
24 December 2010
In Closing of 2010
I've lost a lot of friends this year due to many factors, most of which were my choice. There was too much of an expectation placed on my by some of these people to be something I'm not. I didn't want to share everything anymore, or I couldn't handle the expectation of dropping everything for them when they couldn't even be there when I called. Lots of reasons, all of them healthy for my growth. There was one I lost that was as a result of my cutting out another. That was the only one I was upset about. But in thinking about it, I've realised I'm much better off there as well.
I've left New Jersey. I also left my girls (a dog and two bearded dragons)and my family. Saying goodbye to all of them was hard, as well as leaving the only home I had ever known at the time. It was also something I had never done before, which was scary as hell for me.
But this was the year that I finally got to meet, in person, someone who I had been talking to for a long time. This was someone who became very important to me and to whom I loved talking. He also turned out to be the love of my life. For that one addition to my life alone, this was the best year of my life. I'm also looking forward to the new year for the first time in a very long time. I know our future will be just as wonderful as our present is. I cannot properly convey in words just how much he means to me, and how happy he makes me. I could not love anyone as much as I love him.
Another addition to my life this year are the two friends I met along with my Love. They've become very important people to me, as well as my Kin. The four of us formed a Kindred at our Júl celebration and it was a wonderful night. They have made me feel extremely welcomed, and like I've been around far longer than the almost six months that I actually have.
I have completed week one of training at my new job. It's going well so far.I'm happy that I'll be able to contribute to our life and our future in a financial capacity. I've learned a lot and I think I'm doing well so far.
For 2011, I don't want much. I've found happiness and I hope to keep that, and have even more. I'm hoping to be able to start school and have one piece of unpleasant business taken care of. I'm hoping for a few other things that I don't want to tell anyone about. A girl has to have some secrets that she whispers only to the spirits.
For Christmas, I only want happiness for my Love, for my Mother and Papa L, for my dear friend, my girls, my Kin, and my friends. Tomorrow, I will feel some emptiness for those who aren't here with me, but my heart will be filled to bursting with the joy and excitement of a first holiday season with the man I love most in the world. That, and his family is pretty cool, so it will be a great day.