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My Big Fat Lesbian Divorce – Thank You

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After much thought, I decided this letter belongs as the last entry under My Big Fat Lesbian Divorce heading. It’s really more of a morph (non Power Rangers style, though I’d like to be the Pink Power Ranger if I had to choose).

In saying that, I’m struggling for the words to open a good-bye letter. Saying “good-bye” has never been my strong suit. I’ve led a life of good-byes while I’ve longed for a life of “Hello”.

But you didn’t say good-bye to me or the boys, and in retrospect, neither did we to you. Rather, we’ve lived our good-bye through each day we’ve discovered our laughter and ourselves once again.

So, let me start by saying Thank You.

I didn’t know where this journey of uprooting myself and the children to move up here would lead us. Of course I had hoped it would lead us to a better level of a new chapter in our lives, and it has. Just….without you. At first I felt that was more of an ending, but in reality it’s become a beginning.

I know I cried a lot after moving up here. I had left behind open skies, the sound of crickets at night, and the quiet streets. But despite the reasons we married, I had left it all behind because I made a commitment and I wanted to see where that journey could lead us all as a family. It wasn’t easy but that was the level I believed in my keeping my word. It wasn’t what we agreed on when we decided to marry that day we went to the courthouse, but still….

I thought despite things hadn’t come into my life as I had hoped, that it could somehow grow into what I dreamed of once I moved and in time.

Maybe I didn’t see you as my partner the way I should have when we decided to marry, but I gave it my all to grow into love with you and to be your wife. Eventually I did, but by that time I had also realized that our union was in reality a business arrangement between two people for your job, and would never really be the loving relationship of two hearts discovering each other in the natural progression I had longed for. By that time though, emotions were involved so walking away became a tangled mess. I should have walked away much sooner, but I can’t question or second guess myself anymore, because things turned out exactly as they should.

Since I’ve lived here on my own, I’ve discovered my own heart, my own voice, and my own open skies once again. Perhaps meeting you was exactly what I needed to move me to this new level of my life that’s opened up new and different opportunities for the boys and I.

B is flourishing in his new school, C is mainstreamed without an aide, G is reaching new milestones and D is excelling academically. Who knows if any of that would be the case had we not moved.

I’ve made new friends, explored new opportunities, found that I’m much stronger than I’ve ever given myself credit for, and learned to trust myself once again.

I’ve also found that I know exactly what I’m longing to feel with another person and a liberty to allow myself the freedom to feel it without reserve when it comes. I’ve had opportunities to do just that, but I haven’t settled. Because I’ve heard my voice when I filed for our divorce, and I liked the sound of my own strength.

So Thank You.

I say that without malice, sarcasm or for any other reason than to simply thank you.

You were the train ride here, that held a work shop of lessons that I needed to learn, for whatever reasons I needed. I appreciate that and I’ll always thank you for that.

But now, I need to tell you Good-Bye openly with my words instead of just living it as I have. The boys have said good-bye in their own ways, so I’m not just saying this as your ex wife, but also as your ex family.

We’re good.

I wish you love, happiness and I truly hope you find the peace you’re so desperately seeking. I hope you find healing, hope and joy. I hope many good things for you. I’m pretty sure neither of us had planned for it to end as badly as it did. That’s OK.

Because I’m exactly where God has planned all along.

If you listen to this song, you’ll hear exactly where my heart is in writing this. It starts when Chris Colfer sings, and ends with my

Good-Bye.

My Big Fat Life – Moving Sunsets

In blogging, changes, happy, Life, Love, parenting, smokers who suck at being humane, women on August 17, 2015 at 10:57 am

The past few months of living where I do has become a nightmare. I can’t really get into the details of it all right now, but it’s become a need to move.

I have often debated whether I should move, despite the fact I hate the town I live in. I always come back to the fact that I need to stay since Gabriel has all of his specialists up here, and his health is more important than liking where I live, so I have stayed.There have been some good things, but for the most part it’s all been a struggle for me. I personally like Portland proper, and had I moved into the city, I would most likely have stayed. But I didn’t, and I’m not.

This whole issue with the area where I am living now has forcibly uprooted me, and while a pain in the ass and beyond expensive, I have found a place to go that I am finally looking forward to. I can’t say where I am going exactly, but I can tell you that there will be sunsets involved.

I really miss the sunsets.

It’s been a really long time since I ever thought about the fact that I lived here with my ex, and honestly if I even thought about her being in my apartment, I would feel as though she was a stranger invading our space. I can’t even imagine having ever even dated her, let alone having entered into a partnership with her. It just seems that long ago, and while I long ago threw away any of the things we shared, down to the towels, it really does seem like the boys and I are the only ones who ever lived here. But in the back of my mind a part of me feels like this is the final dumping of anything she touched, and it’s a good thing in every way possible. It feels like a closure in so many ways, and yet it’s been a tremendous growth in so many others. I leave with that, and it makes it all worth it. If everything I went through was needed to bring me to this moment in my life, I would do it all over again even knowing what I know now. Moving up here has been the passage I needed to walk in order to get where I ultimately wanted be, and for the first time in my life I feel like I am closer to being where I want to be than I ever have been. It’s a pretty amazing thing and not as terrifying as I thought it would be.
I have just a few days left here in this place, and while it’s my typical to write before I move, I am not sure I want to do that here. I think this whole blog has chronicled the life that has taken place in this apartment.  While not always easy, so much good has happened here too. Beyond the pain and the tears, laughter and love has happened within these walls. When I leave, there will be no tears of resentment or fear. No feelings of being duped, manipulated or taken advantage of. I don’t feel like I am packing my boxes just to move and jump on a land mine in the name of love. There is nothing left to reflect on. Just love, peace and being stronger to handle the changes that life continues to bring.

I guess in a way this is my personal sunset.

Perhaps it’s time to start catching those sunrises.

My Big Fat Life – Baby Jesus on a Triscut

In Uncategorized on July 19, 2015 at 10:32 pm

It’s been a moment since I’ve dropped any words here. Not because I don’t want to, trust me… I want to. I’ve just been trying to find a polite way to say that where I live, sucks.

Where I live, sucks.

I can’t go into details about it right now, but it has to do with the smokers in my building. I can say that they have been pretty pissed off since I asked them to please smoke somewhere other than outside our windows (which I did really kindly, I would like to state). See, I’m just this big meanine head because I don’t want my son who had open heart surgery and asthmatic, to have to suck in the smell and second hand smoke.

I’m such an unreasonalbe bitch that way.

Other than the neighborhood misadventures, I am looking for a new place to live. Good grief.. who knew it would be this difficult to find something? But I am looking and as soon as something comes open, I am out. Of the aparment, that is.

Other than all of that going on, Gabriel is on a prednisone taper right now. He had another flare, but this time while on a daily does of 5mg. I was really surprised he had a breakthrough flate, but I guess it’s an indicator that he really could benefit from the pericardium strip. He’s been asking me about it a lot lately, and he even wants to get it done. But it’s me. I am terrified to the point of feeling sheer terror when I think about it. It was so hard watching him go through surgery the first time, and I know there are children out there who go through several… but … yeah. Scary. But to make sure he is in a good place for surgery, we need to move. Because I can’t imagine dealing with the stress here is a good thing to carry over to such a big procedure, since he would have to come home to this from the hospital.

I’ve had some really cool things happen this past month, and I will post about it. I just need to run off and get some things done. Perhaps I will find my way back in here tomorrow and tell you all about the cool things going on in my life, because there are some really cool things going on in my life. Like, I won a car. How cool is that?