… I wondered what was up and thought about emailing, but then decided against it.

… I watched the sky cloud up and worried the rain would come again

…I watched the sun break through and hoped things would be okay again

…I emailed my lawyer’s boss, wondering if my lawyer had quit working for them or why he never so much as responded “got the info” the three times I sent it to him

…I wandered through my office and watched the remodel, not being able to consistently work at my station

…I loved the idea of running off somewhere for a vacation this summer

… I listened to the quiet hum of the water cooler/heater in the office after everyone left.

…I thought of writing, started, deleted, and started again

…I allowed myself a brief moment of hope for my future – for a family and partner (even with discipline issues) for love, and for companionship – without fear that I wasn’t good enough for that.

…I thought of packing up the painful stuff and sending it off.

…I wondered why she didn’t tell me they wanted to go on vacation or that she didn’t think she wanted to take care of my kids anymore, leaving me in a lurch with no warning scrambling for a summer schedule.

…I wondered if I would visit with her this summer before she went away again.

…I dreamed of space.

…I picked out the colour for a room of my own.

…I dared to hope that things were changing.

…I got angry at yet another delay.

…I realized now wasn’t the time, that the time might never really come.

…I set in motion a dream.

… I realized that my words are my power…

and then I fell down a flight of stairs… banged my butt and hip and shoulder down EVERY step…

Tomorrow is gonna hurt

I have been thinking a lot, lately, of my personal power and how little of it I OWN.

You see… I wasn’t raised to believe that girls had any real power. Girls were supposed to be delicate, fragile, powerless creatures. We were things protected by the fierceness of our fathers, our brothers, our boyfriends, our husbands… without all these wonderful POWERFUL males to encompass our soft fragility we would be nothing.

What a load of BULLSHIT.

Yet, for YEARS I didn’t question this notion of male power. It was taken for granted, in my upbringing, that I would follow the Path that my family wanted for me – I would dutifully get my high school education, go to university and get a suitable degree in a nice cushy area of generalized “Arts and Sciences”, find a suitable man from a good, upstanding family, marry, have children and go on to continue the lines.  In my early years my grandmothers taught me the “womanly arts” – knitting, sewing, baking, cooking, gardening, cleaning, needlework – and the ways of female society. I hated it.

I was dragged to church to learn obedience and faith. I was dragged to learn to fear the male POWER that the Christian God represented and to learn (apparently) that this same power resided in not only the ministers of God, but all males — and that someday, if I was “good enough” I would be lorded over by a husband who would have ultimate say over me.

GAG ME.

Early on in my career as a woman (pretty much right after menarche) I rejected Christianity and the ideal of a Patriarchal God-Being that preferred men to women.  I out rightly denied the tenets of Christianity in my first attempt to “find myself” in my teens… and ultimately became a Wiccan.

You’d think that having rejected the God-Man-Power Triumph-ariate (yes, I made that word up) I would have awoken to my own powerful nature. But while I rejected the Male-God-Power-Over bullshit in favour of a more balanced Male-Female-Power-Sharing spiritual ideal I never quite made the mental leap to intimate relationships being equal partnerships…

In SPIRITUALITY I was willing to raise and celebrate my own power, yet I continued to life my mundane life as if my gender identity meant I needed to be cared for and protected and lorded over by the Godhead of a male figure. I continued in my social life, to believe that I needed to have a boyfriend and eventually a husband, to fulfill the female destiny and to take my place in society.

UTTER. FUCKING. BULL. SHIT.

What can I say, hindsight IS 20/20,what I can see standing on the fallout of 36 years of life shows me that I had the power all along, I was just afraid to use it. And what was more, that someone, somewhere KNEW that girls had power, and tried to teach the impressionable ones (like myself) that wanted to please, that in order to  have a place in the world they needed a MAN to hold them up.

So, here I sit… resting on the baggage of 36 years of experience on this earth, and what do I see clearly:

• Everyone, from my grandmothers to the school system to the formalized religious institutions, was AFRAID of the power that I held. Instead of teaching our girls to embrace their powerful natures as much as our boys, our culture seems to have tried to deny us the power.  Men hold power, women cower. Despite how far we have supposedly come, there are still people teaching their daughters to FEAR being FIERCE, SELF EMPOWERED PEOPLE, and I was one of those daughters!
• The abuse I suffered from theEx came about because, right from the beginning of the relationship, I handed him not only the right to use HIS power but MY power as well. I would never have accepted the “I am your husband, I have the RIGHT to make the final decisions” bullshit if I hadn’t BELIEVED he had in some ineffable, inalienable RIGHT given to him by virtue of his owning a fucking PENIS! This belief in this could be explained by virtue of upbringing and culture, but more than that I need to OWN the fact that I never once scrutinized these things or challenged the way they were.
• The best way for ME to change the world, is for me to change MY world. That means CHALLENGING the things I take for granted and NOT letting the world wash over me as “the way it is”.
• I can start now, challenge the way things are and find the way they work best FOR ME without it bringing down the whole of the fabric of society.
• And for THAT matter, the idea that we have to follow certain customs or norms in order to maintain this fabric of society? That’s another load of bullshit.

So… also looking back, things I wish that I had known these truths:

• Have a man if you want, but don’t be afraid to leave him.
• You have the right to change your mind, even in love.
• Divorce is not failure.
• No one has the right to abuse you physically, mentally, emotionally, verbally, financially or sexually.
• Protect your body from harm but if someone does you harm SPEAK UP and don’t be ashamed for THEIR actions.
• You don’t need to get married; you can choose to get married.
• Love is not something to be hoarded or something that only one group of people is allowed to celebrate.
• Babies are a blessing, not a curse. Don’t marry for the sake of children.
• Never quit learning, and don’t ever let anyone tell you learning something is a waste.

Now is the time for me to Challenge the status quo and come into my power…

I hope it’s not too late for me….

Randomly I participate in Jamie Ridler’s Wishcasting Wednesday meme. Sometimes I intend to do it, and forget. Sometimes I just don’t really have a concrete answer. Sometimes life just gets in the way…

So… this week’s question is:

What do you wish to have?

I notice, once I have written it down (or typed it out) that it isn’t “what do you wish you had?”… it’s not a regret, it’s not yearning, it’s looking forward to gaining something that isn’t there YET…

Profound

So what do I wish to HAVE?

1. Family.  I don’t feel particularly close to any of my family, and that’s something I don’t really know how to change.  Because I am not exactly the kind of woman my mother wanted in a daughter, I have not felt love and support growing up that fostered my innate desire to explore and take leaps of faith. While they aren’t necessarily bad, my family has not really been there for me through the worst of my divorce or after and I have ended up feeling completely abandoned.  I wish to have “family”, even not-biologically related people who stood in for family – a set of people that I felt I belonged with and who cared and supported me and whom I cared and supported, a set of people who I knew would not “I told you so” when I took risks that didn’t pan out.
2. Family (part 2). Ever since I left theEx I have felt a lack. I always wanted to be married and have children, and a part of me felt like leaving the marriage (even an abusive one) was giving up half of what I was and half of my dreams.  Since I only have joint custody, there are weeks I don’t get to see (or talk to) my children while they are with theEx, which stresses me more than the lack of life partner. It isn’t a “GOAL”, in that I don’t think that I would do anything JUST to remarry or cohabitate with someone else, but it’s something I do wish to have… someday. To have someone I love to be there at the end of the day, to raise children with someone as an equal and cared for part of a nuclear family… I wish to have a life partner and children.
3. Passion/Purpose.  I know that it’s out there… somewhere… but I have to find it. I know that there HAS to be something I am good at, good enough at something that I can make a career out of it, or good enough at something that it’s all I want to do. I’m just not sure what that is… yet. I want to have the peace of mind that comes with knowing why I am here…

What do YOU wish to have?

I wanted to update on Friday, I really did… but it just wasn’t to be.

So here I will start again…

Things that just SUCKED ASS last week:

My Ex Husband

As per usual I got a lot of stress from my (now OFFICIALLY) Ex-Husband in the form of emails. While he doesn’t necessarily have the cahones to confront me in person, I often get email missives in which he basically threatens to financially destroy my life (or that his financial downfall, because of ME, will cause me financial destruction) if I don’t do what he wants me to do.

Currently he is freaking out about the child support that he owes for 2009 and what exactly constitutes “income”. The email read in such a way that if I don’t agree to his personal valuation of the situation he and his lawyer will argue that the originally AGREED TO amount of income, the amount in the officially signed and SEALED COURT ORDER, will be disputed by him and he will make me pay back whatever amount it was that he paid me in 2009.

Now, I am not sure I want to battle this out in court… I mean, if I battle it out what, really, will I win other than his “financial ruin” and a huge temper tantrum and MAYBE a max of $5000 in back support that I will have to have him garnished to actually ever see – An ulcer? Migraines?

I have to tell you that I am TIRED… DEAD TIRED… of having him think that because he has money and I don’t that he can decide everything for US. There is no “US” anymore. There is ME and there is HIM… and we share the kids ONLY because I can’t get a lawyer to seriously look at pursuing custody in my province.

Right now I am all for making him sweat because I am not answering his emails or bowing to his pressure to do things HIS way. I know for one that he can’t take back the original amount that was agreed upon in the court order of support because it was MUTALLY agreed on. But more than that, I have more immediate concerns in my life right now.

My Car

In the last few weeks my car hasn’t been running all that well, and, because I no longer have savings to draw on if something screws up, I have been avoiding taking it into a mechanic. I haven’t had positive experiences with mechanics, as a single woman, and I dread taking my car in on my own knowing that it means that I am at the mercy of someone who KNOWS they have me over a barrel. So I have been trying, unsuccessfully, to get my male coworkers to help me with finding a trustworthy mechanic to look my car over.

I have been worrying because something is wrong and I absolutely rely on my car. Without a car I can’t get to and from work (there is no public transportation to the town my job is in), getting groceries, picking up my kids, getting them to and from the babysitter/school…

Right now, I don’t have a safety net in my life … so I do for myself. But that means that if my car was incapacitated I don’t have help to get myself back in order easily. That’s a bit scary.

Noodle/Reg and his father changed out my spark plugs this weekend, and I got a coworker to change out the “ignition wires” and things are working a BIT better but a reported “clunk” sound that I can’t replicate, the fact that my “check engine” light is still on, and there seems to be some lingering hesitation when shifting has me concerned.  Just to have the “check engine” light off will cost me $60… with the potential of them finding a bevy of other faults with the vehicle that will cost me dearly…

 I can’t afford to spend TOO much fixing it, but I can’t afford to not have a car OR to get a new one right now. So the not knowing what is wrong has me worried.

My car is a much more IMMEDIATE need than dealing with theEx.

  The Good things

The BoyFriend

I have to confess that when I first agreed to try things again with Reg I was skeptical. The first go round ended silently, with sighs of relief and regret. But the 4 months break we had really seems to have clarified what direction I am going in my life – and what I want to work towards. I am seeing changes in my life – I have my own home, I’m making my own decisions for the first time in my life – and I like that, I don’t want to start living only for another person again.

At the same time, a good relationship, hope for the dream of a family life again someday (although not too soon), is something I want in my life as well.

I don’t want to jinx anything… I am well aware that this go-round is in the early stages, and I am aware that it was just about this time (~10 weeks)  into the first go-round that the sudden changes started to happen between Reg and I.  I am not deluded into believing (yet) that things might have permanently corrected themselves.  But I am hopeful at the way things are going… the communication is now there, we have discussed hopes, plans and dreams, we’ve gone on dates, and just focused talking and loving each other.

There is hope.

It’s been times and times and times better so far than it was before the break, which makes me believe that the break was necessary for any hope of this working out.

The Home

I love my home. Yes, the additional costs involved in home ownership (I have condo fees and property taxes on top of my mortgage payments) make it equal a bit more than I was paying at the other place… but I’m not paying as much in utilities and I don’t have the constant stress of bad neighbors, a bad neighborhood, sudden 20% increases in rent, or dealing with an absentee landlord.

Yes, it does mean I have to be a lot more frugal, that’s for sure. I have a goal of consolidating the remainder of my debt and getting out of debt within the next 2 years so I can get some things I really want – a real bed (with mattress) and dresser for myself, a couch for my living room, finishing my basement (potentially into a spare bedroom/rumpus room). 

This summer I think I will be cutting back my cable and internet to basics (high speed light internet, basic cable) and potentially getting rid of my VoIP home phone as well… I need to find room in my budget to get myself some new clothes and allow myself the freedom to do activities (yoga, Nia, Tae Kwon Do) without grinding into debt to do it. I am tired of constantly worrying about expenses while wasting money on things I don’t need/use or overspending on things that I don’t really need. I am going to have to decide what it is that my kids will be involved in during the summer – theEx wants all sorts of things to be half paid for by me knowing I can’t afford as much as him— while balancing family outings and my own summer travels.

I need to learn to budget and organize and be MINDFUL and PRESENT with things – buy less foods that will be wasted, smaller meals, cheaper meals, bulk buying and doing once a month cooking/freezer stocking (OAMC). I have cut back on spending on myself, on meals out, and on unnecessary things for the kids and house and am working on being happy with what we do have.

Having my own place is just so much better than renting ever was, and I am glad for that. So greatful that I am going to make sure I keep moving forward and making things better all the time.

Dance

This year I took the plunge and did something I have wanted to do for a VERY long time… I enrolled in an adult beginner Irish Dance class. While I haven’t done any dance for over 20 years (the last class I took I was 15) this was something I wanted to do and I did it.

We’re embarking on our 2010 recital (Friday, June 11 in Saskatoon… be there (laugh)) and I’m pretty excited. Girl Child’s beginner class will be performing that night as well… so it’s a family affair.  I hope that at least my parents will come this time, if only for GirlChild…  I’d like to get a picture of us together in our dance uniforms.

If at all possible I want to continue taking Irish dance next year. Heck, I gotta at least PERFECT one of the beginner jigs

• Light jig (almost!)
• Single jig (halfway?)
• Slip jig (hahahaha)

So what were your sucktastic and great things last week?

 With my divorce finalized, I have come to realize that the relationship with theEx has not only legally changed, but is ripe for a complete overhauling of the rules of engagement. While the rules have slowly been changing since I made the momentous step of walking out of our marital home and it has been difficult to create a sense of my complete independence from the role I played for so long.

The relationship with theEx was abusive. Verbally and emotionally theEx would use guilt and threats to subdue me and make me feel as small and unimportant as he could. Whenever I tried to create a boundary he would push through and stomp out my efforts. While most people would think that it would be easier to get away from someone who was “just” emotionally and verbally abusive than someone who hit you that’s not true.

 The was weakened boundaries for myself. Since standing up for myself, making my own decisions and trusting MYSELF were often triggers for abuse from theEx (because control was important to him) I avoided those behaviours. He could control me, and he wanted to keep that control, and anything the questioned his control/authority caused him to REMIND me who “kept” me (same with the Stalker) using care and money as a reason and induce feelings that I would have to stay.

When I broke loose and started looking at things clearly for the first time it was pretty obvious to me that I needed to decide FOR ME what was and was not acceptable. I needed to have boundaries so I could become the person I was meant to be.

I Needed to Build a Sanctuary of ME

I had to come to a place in my life where I felt safe to explore myself.

That might sound strange to some people, but the effort of avoiding negative emotions from things around me had stopped me from really finding out who I was. I hadn’t had space of my own, previously, where I felt I was free to unfurl my wings…

The first thing I did was to realize that I needed both PHYSICAL and EMOTIONAL space I needed time to make my home my OWN space. I wanted to sleep by myself, I wanted to do my own podcast by myself, I wanted to worship alone, I wanted to cook for myself, I wanted to parent my children alone, I wanted to watch tv, do needlework, read, write, blog, bathe…I wanted to taste life and EXPERIENCE things without having to please someone else or SHARE every single experience with someone.

I (started to) disentangle myself from a toxic relationship. Some of the elements of control and guilt and verbal abuse that I experienced in past relationships were violently waving red flags:

• being made to feel “selfish” or guilty via email for not agreeing to what the other wanted
• being made to feel pressured to share/hide my spirituality
• finding “gifts” on my doorstep intended to woo/buy/guilt me into response
• text messages/emails threatening me if I didn’t respond immediately
• attacks for my blog/diary/journals

While it was hard to leave theEx, realizing that the Stalker was just as bad wasn’t as hard. Part of realizing what I wanted in my life necessitated cutting out what I didn’t want, no matter what the other person wanted. Realizing that things were heading down a road I no longer wanted to walk, I choose to walk away. Saying that, the cutting of ties was harder than just saying that I was done. All told, I had to screen email, change locks, change my phone number and resist reacting to the threats, pleas, angry outbursts, drunk texts/calls, and viscious attacks on my blog for 6 months before I felt I could let down my guard and feel SAFE again.

 I went through a massive decluttering. I threw away/recycled/donated/gifted items that were in my home that no longer spoke of who I was. I was no longer Mrs. TheEx, after all. I was no longer bound by his rules for asthetic and status objects!

 I made room in my space for ME. I cleaned. I reflected. I enjoyed. I created sacred space for myself to shine through.

I modified my living arrangements to fit my lifestyle. The biggest thing I did was stop renting and make the jump to purchasing my own townhouse. Yes, I gave up savings, but it gave me a way out of an insecure and increasingly unlivable situation with my upstairs neighbors and a deadbeat landlord. Which lead to…

 Making lifestyle changes to fit the person I was becoming. For the first time in my life I started to really think about what I wanted my life too look like — present, near future, distant future — and I started to create a plan to get there. That meant having to make hard decisions in my life– what things I valued the most, what financial goals I wanted to meet, what interpersonal goals I wanted, what kind of relationship did I want to have with my family/kids/friends/partner/self — and start to make the necessary changes.

Setting Boundaries

Building the boundaries (for me) was a process of getting to a space and time when I was able to be secure enough in my environment to start working not just to survive but to thrive as a person. Realizing, for the first time, that my life didn’t need to be lived to please or appease another person, that I could make my own decisions without having to justify or ask permission, was a truly NEW experience for me.

I feel like a new person.

I have started to change my relationship with my (now finally truely EX) ex-husband. I would like to say that I have become an expert on setting boundaries with him and maintaining them. I would be lying if I told you that.

Like all people who are used to getting their own way, setting boundaries with theEx has had the unfortunate effect of causing theEx to… well… to throw “temper tantrums” and exhibit bullying, abusive behaviour. And, just as his past behaviour would scare me into bowing to his demands or appeasing him, I have often felt the express “need” to give in to his demands, felt guilty, felt like a shitty mother, worried about my abilities to “make it”, and accepted blame for actions that were not MINE.

I have sometimes FAILED to stand up to him and defend my boundaries. I have continually taken on responsibility for his feelings, his reactions, and his needs, at the detriment of my OWN feelings, needs, or rights. Little by little I am unpacking the words he uses, the feelings that are evoked, and what my rights REALLY are. Little by little I am building stronger boundaries with him. Little by little I am gaining personal space and letting go of the fears that gave him control over me in the past.

I am standing firm.

 My relationship with theEx has to change. And that means that his role in my life has to change:

• I will no longer be afraid of him, since he no longer holds any power over me. While I was married to him I was economically tied to him (and his spending habits), but now I am financially free from his BS. The most he can threaten to do is take me to court for not “cooperating” with him the way he wants me to… and at the worst they will charge me money and uphold the status quo because I am a good parent (albeit strict) and a healthy person
• I will no longer accept responsibility for his financial fuckery. It is a well known fact amoungst the people who know theEx that he spends money faster than he earns it. But his spending now has nothing to do with me. NOTHING. His legal expenses are his problem and I am not going to remediate his costs (I can’t trust him enough to deal with him without legal assistance) or negotiate to keep his costs low at my expense. His child support payments are the MINIMUM required by the courts… I have never asked for more than was legally owed.
• I will no longer allow the guilt or blame. I realize that theEx exercised control over me by making me feel “not good enough” because it made him more secure knowing that I was insecure, and the easiest way to make me insecure was to make me question if I was being good enough by making me feel guilt for something I haven’t done or blame for something I supposedly HAD done.
• I will no longer accept control from outside me. I will no longer worry about meeting arbitrary demands and deadlines. Since there is nothing he can really do to me if I fail to live up to his expectations, I will make the conscious effort to put a stop to his expectation that I will drop everythign to answer his calls or respond to his emails immediately. Unless someone is sick, injured or dying there is no reason he should expect me to jump to respond to his demands. Again, he has nothing he can do, other than throw a temper tantrum.
• I will not allow him to corner me. I will not enter his home, I will not invite him into mine. We have no real reason to socialize together, and I have nothing I want to “talk” to him about that desperately, and its usually a code for wanting to pressure me into some sort of clandestine agreement when HE says it…

I imagine my personal sanctuary being fortified by my “rules” — I build a door by not letting him have power over me, I create a peephole when I view but don’t respond to his “urgency” via phone or email, I create myself a piggy bank when I control only MY spending issues and stop enabling his, I create a fence when I keep him out of my home, and I create a MOAT (full of karmasharks) when I take away his power to use guilt and blame…

What do you see when you create boundaries to keep toxic people out of your life?