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Paradigm Shift: Looking at Small victories

March30

I often feel like the ONLY parent in the universe who has kids who are struggling. Maybe I’m just the ONLY PARENT IN THE UNIVERSE who will admit that their kids aren’t perfect angels? Maybe I’m the only parent willing to say “hey, listen, I’m struggling to find a way to help my kids”…

Or maybe my kids ARE the only ones who have “issues” as yet undetermined?

Whatever the case, 90% of my interaction with the school/teachers* has been relatively NEGATIVE in nature. It seems more often than not I am being asked to explain WHY one or the other (or both) of my children are having problems.  I am frustrated. I have no set of peers to talk to, I have no other contact with other parents whose kids MIGHT be having learning problems, or social problems, or emotional problems.  I am given to believe that my children’s issues are unique in the school and in the realm of parenting.

Part of the problem, let’s just face it now, is that they live in 2 different places**. As much as the lawyers and courts want to divide them equally, this IS affecting them. Do they have a choice? No. And so they struggle to go back and forth. And we struggle to find a balance… and I struggle NOT to pull them in 2 but STILL maintain my OWN boundaries , rules, and traditions without theEx telling me what to do, how to do it, and when to do it.

My son struggles to find a way to make friends, to fit into the world he finds himself in. He struggles to be what everyone ELSE thinks a 9 year old boy should be – how he should interact with his friends and peers, what he talks about, how he talks, what kinds of behaviours he exhibits when he’s angry or sad or frustrated or lonely. And we struggle to make sense of their rules and the way other kids are allowed to treat him and how adults interact with him. And it breaks my heart that, for the most part, we find more cruelty than kindness being directed at him from adults AND kids alike.

My daughter is struggling to make it in a world that she doesn’t feel quite comfortable in. She struggles to feel good about herself. She struggles to control her world. She struggles to understand what everyone wants from her. She struggles with self esteem and self worth issues. She struggles to learn to read as fast as her peers. And we struggle trying to find out what causes her issues to flare up, why somedays she can do the work and the next day she can’t. And the only thing that I can determine is the way that people speak to her – when she has positive interactions with me or her father, her babysitter, or her teachers she feels like she can do it, but if she gets snarled at or snapped at or (I certainly HOPE it’s no longer happening without my knowledge!!) spanked or punished by adults around her, she feels that she is stupid and can’t do things. It breaks my heart that we she (and I) find so many mean words directed at her.

We struggle to find a place in the world, when we feel completely alone. And, let’s face it… chances are if I feel completely alone in this world, chances are that I am (ironically) NOT the only one feeling this way.  I sometimes think that if I could find other single mothers struggling with joint custody arrangements or single mothers dealing with kids who are having trouble adjusting to living in 2 places or ANY mother who can acknowledge that her kid isn’t superior at EVERYTHING and –gasp—they also have issues learning math or reading or writing or fitting it… if I could find others like ME we could support each other.
My children are neither MONSTERS nor PROBLEMS. They are loving, caring, sensitive, human beings that deserve as much love, caring, respect, and understanding as anyone else does. So why children with learning difficulties, social difficulties, or emotional difficulties are treated more like animals than human beings is a mystery to me. It is this paradox that hurts them so much – they are told that everyone deserves to be treated well, but they are treated poorly by the adults around them, and they then treat OTHER people badly, in a vicious never-ending cycle.  

Last year I went to parent/teacher meeting to discuss the fact that my son seems to have some issues that the school board thinks are PROBLEMS. He has a hard time reading, his fine motor skills are less developed than they would like, and his social behavior is not where they WANT it to be at his age. He has trouble reading other people’s body language. He has issues with his memory (he needs more repetitions than his “average” classmate). He doesn’t respond “normally” to the behavior of other kids around him – he gets frustrated easily, his feelings get hurt “too much”, he tries too hard to get others to like him. The warning I was given by the school psychologist and teachers?

If he doesn’t learn to read social cues correctly, if he doesn’t learn to respond to other people the way everyone else does, he will continue to be rejected by his peers… AND HE WILL BE AT RISK TO START DOING DRUGS OR BECOME SUICIDAL!!

Here I was being told that he was SO FAR off the “norm” that if he wasn’t corrected now he was going to do drugs or kill himself?

It made me wonder, what message are they sending to kids? If they don’t speak to the WHOLE group about respecting the differences of others, they are perpetuating the cruelty of bullying. If they can’t foster compassion for someone who might be struggling because of illness, difference, or situation, they are contributing to the problem. Blaming the child(ren) who are struggling makes it worse – it tells THEM that they aren’t good the way they are, it invalidates THEIR feelings, lowers their expectations, and diminishes THEIR small victories. Blaming the parents doesn’t help either – it makes us feel isolated, diminishes the praise we give to our children, undermines what we do to keep them going and keep them trying.

I keep thinking that life would be so much BETTER for everyone if we stopped deciding how to make everyone FIT in, stopped encouraging the status quo, STOPPED HURTING people who are different, and supported each other and our differences. I know how much better I would feel going to the school or talking to the teachers if, instead of telling me how horrible the lives of my children will be if they don’t start fitting into the mold,

  • they celebrated the small victories that the kids have overcome.
  • If instead of giving up after 5 minutes and letting the kid fail, there was a way to SUPPORT the parents and their willingness to HELP at home?
  • Offer RESOURCES to not only the children, but the parents/family.
  • Maybe, just maybe, offering insight into activities that the kids are struggling with in school and letting the parents/family/guardians know of alternative approaches or places to go?
  •  Maybe having different approaches offered at different schools so that kids who are visual learners can be taught that way, and kids who are kinesthetic learners are taught more that way, kids who respond better to hands on approaches get hands on lessons, kids who catch on easier if they do a lot of repetition GET the chance to have a lot more repetition before being forced onto the next lesson?
  • TEACHING kids to do things that aren’t necessarily NATURAL (like forming letters) instead of leaving them to figure it out their own way (only to get frustrated when their methods are not as fast as the correct ones)?
  • Telling the parents what their kids ARE doing well at? And if there isn’t ANYTHING the child does well… then maybe looking not at the child as the problem, but the teaching methods sometimes?

I for one have decided that life is not about how well you do in school or what your grades are… life is about connection and love and learning about the world and SHARING it with those around us. Life is not meant to be a competition… its meant to be about cooperation.

So I for one am going to focus on the small victories, the sparks of light, the hidden miracles of the everyday…

I for one am going to try and foster small people to be who they are and LOVE who they are, despite the way the world treats us…

And I’m gonna keep WRITING and hoping and trying to connect to others OUT THERE… in hopes that I am NOT the only one…


*Please do NOT tell me about how wonderful it is to be a homeschooler or unschooler. I understand AND appreciate your points, I really really do. But my situation (at least right now) is that I have to work full time outside of the home to earn a living, or risk losing my kids to my ex-husband. Given the choice between dealing with the kids’ school/teachers and losing my joint custody (and likely losing them completely) I would much rather have them in my life.  

** The court won’t entertain custody hearings – because there is no reason that either of us should NOT be part of the kids lives (neither drinks, does drugs, is violent, no outstanding court issues, stable jobs, stable income, appropriate living environments) they have decided that in order NOT to waste the courts’ time or our money by having yet another contentious he said/she said case where both of us will be ordered to share the kids the way we are now. But I keep hoping that theEx will find a woman who will take him and remarry and have another family OR find a job elsewhere and move away (because I have a clear advantage in that case)…

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My phone hates me…

May19
For the last year and a half I have used the same cell phone — a Samsung m510 in green — and had been very happy with it. I had moved from a service provider that did not have coverage for me for most of my province to the crown owned service provider that allowed me to be covered everywhere (with very FEW exceptions in the most remote areas) for not only analog services, but also digital services like text messaging…
 
Until this weekend… when my phone decided that it was pretty much DONE with the business of acutally being a PHONE. Suddenly my phone was not ringing (or vibrating OR blinking) when calls were incoming, even when I had full digital service! The calls were not being registered at ALL (because it usually tells me if I have missed a call too, but they weren’t registering at all as having been recieved by my little green buddy) and the only way I would even KNOW that someone had tried to call me was when the voicemail beeped (I have voice to text, so it comes in as a text message) and I read my voicemail. Then I could call that person back.
 
There were times that the damned thing RANG, though, so I was sure that it was just something to do with the service in my house. For example, when I called my mother on Saturday and missed her, it RANG when she called me back. It RANG!! But when Reg called it didn’t ring (any of the 6 times he called between friday and sunday!), and it didn’t ring when theEx called to let the kids talk to me and say “happy mother’s day”.
 
Damned phone.
 
But I still got text messages, which really made me happy (since Reg and I text way more than we talk on the phone anyway)… and sometimes when I tested the phone at work (by calling it from my work phone, less than 1 foot from the cell phone) it would ring… or blink the red led… or vibrate… or all three (which is what it is supposed to do)… but 9 times out of 10 it would not register the call at all.
 
Well… last night it completely gave up recieving calls. And it would dial but randomly drop the call when I tried to dial out. Although it will still send and recieve text messages.
 
But I don’t have a home phone. This is IT. So if it doesn’t perform its PRIMARY function, which is to be a PHONE, then I need to seriously look into replacing it.
 
Now… I was planning to wait to replace it until the Palm Pre came out. Apparently the Bells (of which my service provider is one) are the ones who will be carrying the Pre… and since I have pretty much decided that I will move up to a smart phone when I formally renew my service contract (I don’t have a home phone anymore, so I would be using it as a base-of-communications (laugh)) I had hoped that my little m510 would last until the Pre came out (sometime in the second half of 2009, at least that’s the promise right now)…
 
But it obviously isn’t going to go that way.
 
Which leaves me with 3 choices now:
 
1. Get my phone repaired, at an estimated cost of $75 and might leave me without ANY phone for 4-6 weeks, and if they DO have a loaner phone for me to use I would have to give them $25-50 for use of the phone depending on model and length of time it takes to repair my phone.
 
2. Buy another phone to use for the remainder of my anxious wait for the Pre or the remainder of my contract time, at a cost of ~$100. This both buys me time and ensures that I have phone service until I make a decision to go to a data plan and smart phone (PRE!!!)… The pros are that I have phone/voice service uninterrupted until I can change plans.
 
3. Jump the gun and get on a data plan now, with a reduced cost for the smartphone to replace my currently adorable but actually not at all USEFUL phone. Since I know that I am going to go this way in the end, it makes some measure of sense for me to go to the smartphone option now, move to a data and voice plan, and just get it over with. But the downside is that the smartphone that I ultimately want is not out or available yet. I would rather get locked into a plan when I can get the phone system that I want, rather than going with a blackberry that I don’t want, just to do it.
 
Honestly, I think I am much more likely to go to option 2 — I can get the phone (and look into a refurbished one) to hold me over until the Pre comes out and then go to the data and voice plan that will work for me. It gives me more time to balance out my finances a bit too…
 
But it still sucks that I don’t have a working phone. I have to remedy that this afternoon when I go to get groceries…
 
Oh joy.
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Loneliness

January27
The problem with the weeks I am alone is… well… that i’m ALONE. Completely and totally alone, and I really start to feel it.
 
When the kids leave its like all the life is sucked right out of my place and I just don’t know what to do with myself.
 
This is new for me.
 
I spent more time as a lone parent while I was married than I did as a parenting duo. I never felt that my marriage was a true partnership, and I was alone a LOT during that 10 years even when he was physically present in our home.
 
So I thought that I was used to being alone, immune to loneliness.
 
I guess I was wrong.
 
And I find myself surprised that I am lonely, because why should I be just because I am alone?
 
But I am.
 
And I don’t know how to deal with lonely feelings… because it is new to me.
 
So last night I tried to fill my night with things that would keep my mind off the fact that I was, in fact, feeling quite terrible and lonely and just wanting to talk to someone or be held or… alternatively just cry it all out and go to bed.
 
So I cleaned my kitchen from floor and up through the cupboards.
 
And I took out a bunch of garbage to the trash… in the biting cold without my jacket on (because I felt more that way, I hate not feeling things).
 
And I reorganized things.
 
And I looked at my budget for the first time in a few weeks.
 
And I considered how I can fix my finances, what I can cut back on.
 
And I worried about getting my car fixed before the current problem becomes too big to handle (or I break down on the side of the road)…
 
Then I talked to Serin for a while, but my heart wasn’t into talking much.
 
So I had a VERY hot shower… and I took my vitamins… which for some reason I managed to choke on (sigh).
 
And I went offline (which is unusual for me, usually I don’t feel alone if I have even one person I can talk to online) instead.
 
And I turned on the Wii, and did a little bit of Wii Fit (oops, dropped another 3 lbs… I was supposed to maintain or gain back to a healthy weight) until I felt too dragged down by that too.
 
So I went to my room (shudder) and sat on my bed and wrote out all the constant worries that I have about things, which last night tended to be about relationships and my communication patterns.
 
And I wondered if I need to start a different communication pattern… things change, patterns change with them… and I wondered if my need to communicate online was an issue that was accacerbating the feeling of loneliness, if my desire to talk to people was hurting me more than it was helping me right now.
 
Then I laid down and listened to music, but couldn’t sleep.
 
What have I learned here (Pam’s Life Lessons):
  • I am not immune to loneliness and the feelings of being lonely. But I can choose to do something about these feelings instead of wallowing in them.
  • When I am feeling lonely being online makes it worse… its better for me to go out, find something else to do, get offline and try to make better connections when things feel that terrible.
  • Sometimes its just as good to put on a girly movie and just cry it out. At least that leaves you emotionally exhausted which will make it easier for you to sleep.
  • I should have gone to the gym, but for the fact that TheEx needed to pick up something for GirlChild that she had forgotten I would have.
  • I should probably remember to eat at least one meal a day… because I feel worse when my blood sugar is low. I suspect THIS one will be the hardest for me to do, because I find that when I am alone I don’t feel like cooking (because after all, there are so many dishes generated for one and I don’t really feel HUNGRY!) but I think its important for me to realize that I need to take care of myself.
  • NO ONE ELSE IS GOING TO TAKE CARE OF ME, I AM TRUELY ALL I HAVE.
  • Its okay to feel lonely, but its also okay to reach out to other people to help when you can. It’s not weak to admit that sometimes, even though you are used to it, even though you know this is most likely the way things are meant to be, you do need to be around other people.
  • Shopping does NOT fill up the loneliness… its just depletes the bank account.
  • Men and women communicate differently… when men are secure they stop wanting to talk to you as much, and although it really hurts that’s just how it is… I guess if you need that level of communication constantly its best not to ever settle in a relationship
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Unpacking the things in my life

December16
Beyond the sickening fear that my ex is going to fuck my life over even further, I have been having an okay time.
 
One of the things that has been going on is that I have been cutting K out of my life. About 3 weeks ago I “slipped” and allowed him to convince me that he had changed and that he was ready to be my friend rather than to sit around whining all the time about how much he loved me, or, alternatively, how much I had screwed up his life (or rather how he had screwed up his life FOR me). But it was just another round of “feel sorry for me for missing you” and subtle guilt tricks. And so I resolved that I would completely cut him out of my life…
 
I took him off my face book (but apparently he didn’t take me off his), deleted him off my phone, and set  up filters on my gmail accounts to auto archive email missives coming from him. I should have listened to Serin and set up the filter to just completely DELETE the emails that K sent to me, but I thought that there might be value in eventually contacting him again.
 
And I left it at that.
 
Every so often he would email me, usually the emails were either light and chirpy, all about how great he was doing, how much better things were without me (new girl, better friends, getting out every week night (since he is never “saddled” with his kid on weekdays), more money… blah blah blah) or how sad he is and how much he misses me and how much he thinks that we were perfect together… except that i need to recognize that I am not really as wonderful as I think I am, but I am the most perfect person… blah blah blah.
 
So… what I got out of reading over (but not replying to) the emails is this:
 
He is over me, but he isn’t and he’d come back if I asked
He is doing better without me in all ways
I was perfect and it was his issue that lead to our break up
I did things that were “weird” and out of character
 
And so… I have been avoiding replying or responding to him in any way.
 
And i was doing better. I was finally feeling better about where I was going and what I was doing and what I was focusing on in my life… and then, out of the blue he freaking PHONES me.
 
Why? To “talk”. Why? Because he wants to let me know that he’s okay with me cutting him out of my life, because he is doing so much better without me. And he is sure that we could be friends, because he is over me, but not over me enough to meet again (does he think I am one of his girly chicks that will fawn all over him??? I know he’s not right for me… and I’m not impressed by the women fawning over him, I’m not impressed by his finances, I am not impressed that someday he’ll be a millionaire, I’m not impressed by his financial advisor, I am not impressed by his swearing an oath to “the Gods” to protect me… nothing he does can make him right for me and my life).
 
And here I am, sitting on the phone with him, telling him that I don’t want to talk to him, and he’s agreeing… and then he starts in on me about things.
 
Oh, apparently I hate being told I am a “goddess” and I have objected that he tells me that there is nothing wrong with me, and then when he does tell me I have flaws, and that he recognizes them (and OH does this ass have a huge catalog of “flaws” that I have but refuse to acknowledge) but that I get ANGRY when he points them out to me. I didn’t respond. What can I say, I hate being ATTACKED and degraded for any little “flaw”… because it isn’t just a gentle pointing out, its a vicious character attack from K.
 
Then he started in on me about how I had been acting “weird” because when I was trying to leave STBX my faith (at the time I would have considered myself “Wiccan” but due to a lot of backlash in the local Pagan community I have since relabled myself as a Pagan “Seeker” since I am not an initiate of Wicca, I have no contact with any of the Traditional English covens or teachings, and would be more likely classified as “Ecclectic”) was a cornerstone of why I wanted to leave. The thing is that it was a cornerstone of why K THOUGHT I wanted to leave STBX, and something that K, who considered himself agnostic with Heathen leanings FOCUSED on citing “abuse” because STBX did not allow me to have my own beliefs, but it was no more a reason for me wanting to leave than his working away, financial fuckery, lack of interest in my life, being unsupportive, or feeling like i was just a sex toy to be used once or twice a week and then tossed aside and ignored the rest of the time.
 
So… in K’s opinion, I had not fulfilled my “spirituality” by focusing SOLELY on becoming more actively PAGAN and out and doing Witchy things or being more witchy.
 
Which made me mad (and again, I didn’t react), because it was K who was the one who was JUDGING what was or was not “reconnecting” with my faith. Because I wasn’t willing to share my spirituality with HIM…
 
The thing is, who is to say WHEN I have to start doing “witchy” things? Who says I have to do certain things for certain days? Apparently K thinks it is HIS schedule that things must work on, that things need to be done a certain way in order to be correct. I have run into this aspect before — he needed everything to be said and done in a certain way at a certain time, or it wasn’t being done.  It was like when we were “together” he kept talking about how things were going to be when we were living together or making plans for that day, even though I had never indicated I wanted to live with him.
The part that annoyed me the most was that I tend to take time to think and discover myself, and my religion is such a personal part of my life that I didn’t see a NEED to share my faith and the most intimate details of it with him. The problem is that, like a lot of other people, there is the idea that being a Pagan is a set thing, that there are things that are always done, or things that you have to do at certain times of the year, and its really not that much.
But the issue is that I feel like I lived like a hermit for 13 years. I lived with all the parts of me wrapped up and stuffed in a box that I put in the back of my closet in order to please my ex, and it wasn’t just spirituality that was packed away, there were many many parts of my personality that eventually I felt I had to take out of my soul, carefully wrap up and pack away. There were many things of the things that had made me a genuine full rounded person, hoKies, interests, learnings, dreams, spirituality, passions and enthusiasms that got packed away from my daily life. I would take them out every so often, unwrap them briefly, consider taking them out and displaying them with prominence, and then realize how bad things could get if I was genuinely me… and stuff them guiltily back into that closet.
As Serin likes to point out, this past year and a half has still very much been a year of unpacking these things. Maybe, if you were focusing only on ONE thing having been packed away, it would be easy to take it out. But the thing is, I packed away a LOT of these little things about myself that I am rediscovering, and its a continual process. And while K thought that my Wiccan/Pagan practice MUST be the most important thing that I should focus on, my soul has felt that there are other things that must be unpacked, evaluated, and modified or discarded first, before I can get back to spiritual practice.
Oh, and for that matter, it may be that I am not INTERESTED in sharing my practices, or even THOUGHTS on the practices, with HIM. I wasn’t ready to share this with someone, heck, I haven’t even really explored it or tried it on for MYSELF, I definately do not need someone sitting there asking “what does that do? Are you sure you have it on right? Aren’t you supposed to wear it this way on this day?” when all I want is to become more comfortable in my own skin, in my own MIND…
And so… I have decided that one thing I have to leave behind, will be K. I will have to walk away from him the way I walked away from Entropy. And I KNOW, deep down, that both decisions to walk away were right… 
 
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Thinking on men

December6

Okay, so in the last month or so I have finally started to put some thought into what it is that *I* think makes a good relationship for ME. Maybe I should have thought of this years ago, and decided my future based not on whether someone seemed to like me well enough, and might be able to provide for me and future children that we might have, but really think about what qualities that I wanted in a mate — basically before I “settled” for someone I thought would be good to me (which, it turns out that he most certainly was NOT good to me, and even now I laugh when he says “if you need anything, let me know” or “I can’t really take care you you anymore” — since if I ask for help (based on statement #1) I tend to be responded to with statement #2 (and for that matter he never took care of me with any degree of thought anyway)).

 

Anyway…

 

I settled for STBX because I thought that he was someone that would fulfill what my family wanted for me — stable provider who was relatively kind to me and seemed to be supportive and liked children. Partly my choice of STBX was based on the fact that, as a rebound from a VERY bad relationship, he looked very good in comparison with the previous boyfriends. Partly I was wooed by the flowers and gifts, interest and gentleness that came from him BEFORE we were engaged. And that disappeared immediately after we were married, which should have been a hint that he didn’t care anymore…

 

The point is not what happened, but the fact that I SETTLED for someone that I wasn’t sure of because I felt that I was ready to enter the next part of my life — I was ready to be married and I was ready to start a family (at 23!!) and here was someone that seemed “good enough” to fill the role of husband, father and provider and who SEEMED a good match for me in the role of mate.

 

And that didn’t work out very well, did it? Like I stated before, it really didn’t take long before he was embarassed by me, when he took the opportunity to live away from home, and before I was just another stupid “purchase” tossed aside and taken for granted. And in the end the constant loneliness of being in a marriage with someone who really didn’t want to get to know me, and who wanted to believe I was cheating on him was too much. And I left.

 

Yes, I know… it doesn’t seem to be common for women to leave, from what I understand often the women ask the men to leave, and they retain the home until the house can be sold… but in my case I knew STBX would not leave the house AND provide support for the kids so I could pay the bills, and that left me little choice but to seek shelter somewhere else. And I left.

 

And I entered into yet another relationship disaster.

 

Only THIS disaster didn’t look like the first one. This one looked very very different.

 

Instead of being embarassed by me and wanting to keep me hidden, K seemed to glorify me, and to hold me up as some prize or goddess that he had been awarded by the Gods. But the problem was that he seemed to be holding me up to some divine standards — he expected me to feel exactly the same way about him that he felt about me, and I just didn’t.

 

For the most part K was very good to me… but there were moments when he clearly thought I had failed to live up to his standards of what our relationship was that he made me feel very very small, and very very unhappy. And the problem was that the unhappiness stayed, the relationship was quickly permeated by the feeling of unhappiness from him that I didn’t love him enough or in the way he wanted, and my unhappiness because I didn’t know why I didn’t feel the same way.

 

He treated me sometimes like a goddess, sometimes like a child, and it was always a very large discrepancy from what it was that I wanted. He would glorify me, telling me how lucky he was to have me, how he never thought he’d be this happy. And then at other times I felt like he was “raising” me, like I was a child-like thing to him, to be cradled and cared for, to be taught to be the right way… the way he treated me mirrored VERY closely the way he treated his only child. And that was a bit disturbing to me.

 

I never felt like an equal with K. I felt like I was either seen as “better” than he could deserve, or as if I were something to be cared for and protected, like a bunny or a child. And I didn’t want that. Because in the end, when I openned my eyes and saw for myself that this wasn’t working for me, I couldn’t really explain why to him or myself. It just wasn’t RIGHT for me, and honestly that should have been enough.

 

But it wasn’t, as he used every reason, every uncomfortable feeling, every issue that differentiated us to “improve” and every “improvement” as a reason to backlash against the fact that I didn’t feel as strongly as he did. And in the end it was very much a whiptail effect — as I felt disconnected he reacted by overdoing and overcompensating, and that made my feeling of discomfort worse, which would lead to him attacking my reasons and pushing harder to make it up to me by being more like what he thought I wanted.

 

But the very soul of the issue was not religon, tidiness, child rearing, hobbies, interests, or friends. It wasn’t getting out and having fun or relaxing. It wasn’t communicating. It wasn’t money or financial choices. It was just a feeling that we were not mates, not partners, and the fact that there was more guilt and obligation than care and love in the situation.

 

And I also found it creepy that, after the fact, I found out that K had made an oath to HIS GODS (not my Gods, not ME, not even himself, but to HIS Gods) to protect me from being abused again. I find this creepy in the same way I always think it is creepy when Christian people “pray” for you, its a feeling that you’re not able to entreat your OWN diety or Dieties on your own behalf, but that you are so spiritually deficient that you need someone else to take on spiritual responsibility on my behalf. Yuck.

 

I deny his right to do this, and therefor his worry that he is an “oath breaker” since the oath is not HIS, since he has no right to my spirit as he is not my mate/partner/husband… I have not given him a part of my spirit… and I don’t APPRECIATE the idea of being protected or guided or saved without being ASKED first.

 

So, yeah. I didn’t like being doted on because I felt too much like a pampered pet or an indulged child and not much like a fully capable adult woman who’s views and education had bearing on the focus of the relationship.

 

So… what DO I want?

 

I want a true partner, not someone who pats me on the head and gives me things, solves my problems for me, or who spouts on about undying love and how I am the only thing that makes him happy. I want someone that truely makes me happy, who I smile when I think of him. I want someone who knows that I am strong and capable, and can push me to get over my fears and do the things that I want to and need to, instead of being mired in self doubt.

I don’t want to be someone’s WORLD, I want to be part of their world.

I want someone positive. STBX was always negative about me and our outlook, K was just all around negative in almost everything he did and said (to the point of actually telling me he was thinking his life was OVER when I didn’t want to be with him anymore, and refusing to accept that feelings had changed). I want to move on with my positive life, I want to feel open and free to explore things inside myself and outside without being told that its stupid or embarassing or needs to be hidden.

And I am at the point, really, in my life where I want someone because I want a mate and partner, not because i NEED one. Maybe I never REALLY needed a relationship, maybe i never really did. I firmly believe that the only reason I settled for STBX was because I was “ready” to have kids and I wanted a settled man for that. I picked wrong. But at 20 I didn’t know that I had YEARS left to have children.

Now I can’t have children. I mourn the loss of my fertility, because I liked having children, being pregant. I know there is still posibility, somewhere down the line (should I ever be able to get divorced from STBX) if I want to. Did I have children with the wrong person? He isn’t a bad father, for all that he was neglectful as a husband. But I do wish I had been with someone who would have loved and supported me through and after pregnancies…

I would like another child… but at my age, given the fact that most men I know already HAVE children, I don’t think its likely.

 
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This is the blog of a 30-something woman. I am a single mother of 2 children (9 year old son, 7 year old daughter). I am walking a Pagan Path. I am divorced. I am a geek girl. I am a nature’s child. I am a seeker. I am a talker. I am sometimes jubilant, sometimes creative, sometimes anxious, sometimes bitter… I run the gamut of emotions as I go through walking not only my Pagan Path but my everyday daily LIFE Path.

My interests include creativity, art, crafts, magick, nature, spirituality, writing, collecting blank books, pens and office supplies, technology, myths, kids, colours… hell… I might write on ANYTHING that strikes my fancy.


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