This trip didn’t quite start as it should’ve with warm happy fuzzies and excitement. Instead I found myself trying to find any available energy just to remain sane, keep my head together and to put one foot in front of the other. I hate any adventures that start like that and what ended up happening was me losing out on a lot of fun because of it. We had an argument the night before we left, a cold one with words uttered that had me reeling and heart broken.
The day of the flight I was ignored in the coldest way possible and all because I offered him an empty bag while he was opening a really full one that was about to explode upon the floor… while he was stressed. Silly move but I at least know for next time… if there is a next time.
I haven’t had energy to blog about my trip, I’ve wanted to but my whole being was just flatter than a pancake in the pan. Alas the pancake always rises (with the right flour of course) and I am almost back normal with a sense of humour in hand, planning on writing about all my observations in my normal way.
The funniest thing about it all though is the fact that once I got back from San Francisco I sat him down and asked him about the statements he made because they made me feel like a hired whore. I sat and looked him in the eye and confronted, I confronted someone for the first time on something that happened without letting it get too far out of hand in my head. I stood up for myself and stood my ground at the same time which was a huge leap for me, if you know me.
Jude and I have a new understanding, I now know where I stand with him and he with I. He I think realises a little more that I am not like his ex wife or past girlfriend, I don’t get jealous of his affections to his kids and I don’t expect him to drop everything for me when they need him – this was his big thing. It all takes time, for both us time will work its way.
The best part added to all of this… Littlefoot is now calling me his child minder and servant… apparently this is what he was told by the ex wife and he took it that that is what I am and will wipe his ass from here on in. Thank God Jude stood up for me and put him in his place but dang did that bite hard.
So for the time being its one step in front of the other, constant affirmation to both myself and others of who I am and what I stand for, standing up for myself and not taking anymore shit.
Though looking back over this trip many would say it was a failure and perhaps going as far as to say it was hell I have to say it was good for my heart and soul. I fell flat, flatter than flat, and found myself scraping myself off the floor and pulling myself towards myself. I learnt about myself and fought off past habits of running from confrontation. I started to breathe again and fight for my old self, resuscitation if you will.
This trip has been hell but all hell has a flip side, all bad things have a positive if we are willing to look for it, learn from it and stand up to be counted. I am forcing myself as I have always done to find the good in the bad and there is lots of good.
I’m rebuilding, pulling all my spiritual limbs towards my spiritual body and trying to piece them all together again but in the old me style mixed with the new stronger me.
Each step backwards is two steps forwards, always has been and always will be… progress and getting stronger yet.
Coming soon… Pennsylvania, Meeting Vanessa and my experience of New Jersey and New York States… stay posted!
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