A New Year

Last year finally ended.  I had forgotten that it could end.  It seemed like a long ball of twine, tangled and knotted.  Every now and then, I'd luck upon a small stretch that was not tangled, not knotted.  And then I'd hit a big ugly knot and I'd remember.  Oh, right.  It's still this..

But this year started out without a snag.  This year is not the year I spent begging my dad to leave me alone, defending my right to peace, defending my desire to not take it anymore.  This year is not the year where I put myself and those around me through turmoil trying to make peace with moving away to find peace.  

This is the year that I get to start making the rules.  This year, I woke up on New Year's Day and felt that familiar old feeling of a new year, new start.  The feeling I couldn't access last year.  I felt excited.  Free.  Happy.  

The stress isn't gone, it's just lurking a little less prominently.  I can see it in the way I am with my husband.  I am still being guarded, unable to give fully, unable to open up intimately.  It feels like that part of me lives inside of a much more carefree person that I have trouble accessing still.  First comes less stress, but I need to find a way to unwind more of it.  Heal more, find the space for some carefree with him.  

I am grateful for less stress.  For now, that is a huge win.  I just want to keep going.  Find more peace.  Accept more, worry less.  

The Sound of Silence

This morning I saw a cover of a song I have always known and never truly heard.  Until today.  It stopped me, sat me down and made me understand.  It told me about my mom's struggle, from a place of insight that my mom has no access to.  My heart broke for her.  From over here, instead of from inside of her darkness.

I heard it like she was singing, from a place where she is not ill.  She has never struck up an orchestra and let me into her pain, as a visitor like that.  She can't, as far as I can tell.  She has struck me with her pain in disordered attempts at sharing it, but there were no strings, no rich baritone, only emotional trauma.  She has punished me for her pain, and with it, but never taken my hand and shown me inside.  She has given it my name, among the others responsible.  I have never been able to see it entirely separate from me.  I live in it.  I find happiness despite it.  But it's always there.  It carries a weight with it that I can't describe.  I don't mean to sound like she didn't give me credit for her happiness too, she did.  The weight was just as much.

I have had some days, and even some weeks over the last year where I am able to walk away from her pain.  Most of the time, I can feel her pain, vibrating from my absence, so the distance was often only physical.  I could hear her words.  How could you do this to me.  You said you would take care of me.  You are breaking my heart.  After all we have done for you..  And then, every now and then, that tether would just release and I would be free.  Happy feelings without guilt for feeling them.  Lightness.  Peace.  These days, I have been free of that tether once again.  I have had this feeling before and then lost it, so I am not getting attached, but the freedom feels like such relief and I am soaking it in like sunshine.  It feels like I just put down something heavy that I had been carrying until my muscles were burning and shaking.  It feels like a warm spring day after a long, bitter winter.  I can breath again.

I have wanted to free her from her darkness my whole life, and even when I knew intellectually that I can't, my heart couldn't give it up.  Over the last year of trying to tell my heart it wasn't responsible for her, it couldn't stop.  It was involuntary.

And now as I hear it again, I realize it is me I am hearing singing.  It is the solitude I learned to understand life within that always divided us.  It is the difference between the darkness being a friend and a foe.  It is understanding the silence.  It is me freeing that tether and accepting that I can't make them understand. And accepting that I can't understand them either.  My desire to see my mother find peace is shifting from a mission to a wish.  Letting go has been hard.

"Fools" said I "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

- Paul Simon

Today it Feels Easier

I don't know if it's just the decision to stay, I know that has a lot to do with it.  But I think it's also comfort in the coming winter, a later bedtime for Ivy, making the days more do-able and the wake-ups not so painfully early.  It's knowing we get to work on our finances and get stronger.  It's a strong resolve to not eat out so much, save money, be in a position where we have more options.  It's hope that I can get some peace from my parents, that I can find a way to have them stop contacting me until I can build the strength to gate keep a limited relationship between them and us.  I love that moving is still possible down the road.  That we can give ourselves time to get our life into a less complicated place to move from if we do decide to go that route.  That we don't have to sort it all out right now.

And I love that we get to feel rooted somewhere again.  I feel so relieved.

To the end of indecision!

We have been planning on moving away.  Our decision was essentially made, but I was struggling with it so much.  I kept waffling.  I didn't understand why I had such a hard time to commit to either staying or going.  Neither felt good.  

So, we went to Nelson, which is where we planned to move.  The whole time we were there, we both agreed that we could live there.  It was beautiful.  It was laid-back.  It was everything I imagined and more.  So, we're doing it we decided. 

And then we came home.  We pulled up to our house and I felt such comfort.  I had a shower, looked out the window at our fire pit, the trees, the space around us and felt peace.  We drove out to the lake. The leaves are all gone from the trees and the lake view was incredible.  A mist over the lake made it look like an ocean.  It was so quiet and beautiful, I felt quiet and peaceful.  More peaceful than I had felt for our whole holiday.

I was up all night the second night out there.  I couldn't imagine another year of trepidation.  Another year of indecision.  I couldn't imagine selling our home and cottage until we had lived there and felt it was home.  

So we looked into options to move for a trial period, without selling anything here.  It was not do-able financially.  Not even close.  And then the decision was made.  Now is not the time.  There may be a time, but not now.  For now, our home is our home.  Our cottage is still our cottage and we can continue to form roots here.  I am so relieved.  I couldn't make the decision but when it was made for me, it was the right one.  I feel so in love with our life here.  I feel so grateful for the friends we have, for the business, for our home, our yard, our cottage.  I feel grateful for the view from our front window, for the trees and the space.  There is nothing like our neighbourhood in Nelson.  Nothing even close.  

Plus, we don't get bears in our yard.  Bonus.

Where Do I Start. Where Does It End.

Sometimes people let you down and then you realize that they were never put in your day for you.  They put you there for them.  And then you feel sick about it for a bit.  And then you move on.

So, bla bla bla bla.  Moving on.

One Step Closer

The conversation my husband had with my dad, threatening to involve the police did not work.  My dad was back at my door within a week and a half.  I asked him to stop coming again, he said no.  He said they wanted to give us an anniversary card.  My mom has made no bones about upsetting me and ruining many special days in my life.  That has been acceptable to her.  But not giving a card is somehow across the line.

It went the same as always.  I told him that I had just had a massage, was having a good day, and now he put me into a tailspin.  I had thought I would get a break from the visits and there he was.

I didn't sleep that night.  In the morning, facing the task of painting the exterior of our house, going out for dinner for our anniversary and then hosting our daughter's birthday party the following day, all without sleep made me feel angry, panicked and trapped.  I wasn't okay.

I was crying and couldn't stop.  I told my husband I needed to leave the house so that our daughter wouldn't see me.  I drove and cried and yelled and cried some more.  I went and got a coffee.  I sat in my car and wrote.  I felt myself shift back to feeling okay again.  I realized again that writing was a big part of how I made it.  Leaving was a big part.  I sat with my coffee and climbed back into my early adulthood, when I could leave and let it all go.  Into fields, into water, into the sky, wherever.   I realized that it wasn't easy back then, it hurt just as much.  I just was able to deal with it.  I had the space.

Since then, I have been feeling a need to find some kind of peace before we leave.  I am beginning to find more peace with moving.  I am grasping less at wanting my dad to understand or show me any sincere love.  I still struggle about my mom, I seem to go back and forth between sad and angry.  I know I shouldn't be angry, I know that she can't help it.  But I am angry.  Why can't she give in to the help she is getting and stop pretending things are one way when they are another.

The one person that I can't seem to reconcile is my aunt.  I have been feeling so upset about my dad saying that we are 'snubbing' them, when we would love nothing more than to have them in our lives, without them fighting mom's battle.  Upset that my aunt asked if it's because my mom is 'negative' when I have shared enough with her to know that she has abused me for decades, that she has manipulated me with guilt and shame, that she has isolated me away from her, etc.  I was upset that she told me that she just lets it roll off, and wanted to know why I couldn't do the same.  I needed to tell her that being obedient isn't the same as letting it roll off.  And that conversation would go on and on in my head.  How unfair this was.  How if she could let it roll off, she would be in our lives, letting the consequences roll off.

So I called.  I said what I needed to say.  She said what I needed to hear.  That she loves me.  That she misses us.  That she isn't disappointed in me at all.  It was sad because she confirmed that she can't be in our lives, they would know and it would be too hard.  But she accepts that we are doing what we have to.  She said that if she were in my position, as hard as it would be, she would probably do the same.  She said I deserve a happy life.  She told me I can call her again if I need to talk.  I told her that we would not share our address with my parents if we move and she understood.  I have been so worried that she thinks I am a monster for this.  Having her blessing to move feels so good.

I miss her so much.

Surprise Yourself

Music is a big part of what is carrying me through this.  Today it was Surprise Yourself by Jack Garratt.  On my way to work it came on and it released so much tension from my body, let me breath, and then out of nowhere, I was crying.  I thought about our trip to Nelson in two weeks.  We are just going for a holiday but when we come back, we may come home with a decision in mind. We may come back to tidy up our life here and leave.  It hit me when the song came on and I felt the three of us leaving.  I felt so relieved and heartbroken all at once.

Love her if you only knew 
the times that train has fooled me too
And tears me from a place I know
It helps me to surprise myself
You know you can surprise yourself
So let go and surprise yourself

                          - Jack Garratt