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The glass lay scattered on the ground around my poor car. She wasn’t the fanciest or the fastest. She had a 4 cylinder engine that would have been more at home in a sub-compact than in an SUV, but she was spacious, comfy, and reliable. I’d driven her from the Atlantic to the Pacific and from Lake Michigan to the gulf. She’d never let me down. So Mr. Macho comes over and starts jawing at my friend. He ignores him, but the guy keeps getting more insistent. Finally, my buddy looks at the bartender and says “Bring me another (beer) but DON’T open it.” The bartender looked at him funny but puts the beer can on the bar. Fast forward to getting married young and my husband wanting to be young parents and done by 30. I had my oldest child in 2012, I was 20 when she was born. She turns 8 years old this month. Then I had a miscarriage in 2014. Husband and I initially only wanted 2–2 1/2 years between kids. But I miscarried and wasn’t ready for a while. I had to deal with a lot of devastation for this little life that I had so deeply wanted. I still know in my heart that the baby would have been a boy. In 2015, over a year after my miscarriage, I was ready. 10 months later, my son was born. Almost 3 years and 9 months, after my oldest was born, at the age of 24, I was graced with my sweetest rainbow boy. Looking back, it was like I was in a fog of pain and confusion for about a year and a half. It all culminated in a hitting rock bottom one night and wanting to kill me. I think it was just a deep desire to have that phase of my life die, and a new one begins. It did, and things are good!
The glass lay scattered on the ground around my poor car. She wasn’t the fanciest or the fastest. She had a 4 cylinder engine that would have been more at home in a sub-compact than in an SUV, but she was spacious, comfy, and reliable. I’d driven her from the Atlantic to the Pacific and from Lake Michigan to the gulf. She’d never let me down. So Mr. Macho comes over and starts jawing at my friend. He ignores him, but the guy keeps getting more insistent. Finally, my buddy looks at the bartender and says “Bring me another (beer) but DON’T open it.” The bartender looked at him funny but puts the beer can on the bar. Fast forward to getting married young and my husband wanting to be young parents and done by 30. I had my oldest child in 2012, I was 20 when she was born. She turns 8 years old this month. Then I had a miscarriage in 2014. Husband and I initially only wanted 2–2 1/2 years between kids. But I miscarried and wasn’t ready for a while. I had to deal with a lot of devastation for this little life that I had so deeply wanted. I still know in my heart that the baby would have been a boy. In 2015, over a year after my miscarriage, I was ready. 10 months later, my son was born. Almost 3 years and 9 months, after my oldest was born, at the age of 24, I was graced with my sweetest rainbow boy. Looking back, it was like I was in a fog of pain and confusion for about a year and a half. It all culminated in a hitting rock bottom one night and wanting to kill me. I think it was just a deep desire to have that phase of my life die, and a new one begins. It did, and things are good!
Make sure you tell him that whatever you tell him is not going anywhere except between the 2 of you. So that he feels comfortable talking to you. And don’t betray his trust. To this day, I am aware I probably only know about 60% of it, and that already is horrific. I don’t want to know any more. I have accepted that the last 30 years was a total mess of illusions and betrayals, the man I loved never existed, and I just choose to look forward. I take stock of what was good in my life (things besides my relationship with him) and have created a new life for myself, that is good. A week or so later … while dusting shelves in the living room I find a photograph face down of a bride and groom posing with a bicycle. I don’t recognize them and set it aside to ask who it belongs to (and to have them keep it in their own room). This was fertile ground for a thief. And apparently one had taken advantage. Signs had been posted by management not to leave valuables in cars. I had an aftermarket stereo so that I could listen to music from a USB stick (no streaming at that time). I was always very careful to take off the faceplate. My ex-wife was … not. Of course, she had driven my car the previous night. Of course, she had left the faceplate on, and of course, thieves had broken into my car. At any rate, one evening we were at the bowling alley waiting for the leagues to finish so we could play. There was a bar in the center area and we were enjoying a beverage at the bar. Some guy was being a real jerk to some woman (not me) and she clearly wasn’t appreciating his attention. Finally, my friend says: “Hey buddy, why don’t you leave the lady alone?”. I’d have dreams where I was older and had kids. They would be blurry when I saw them in my dreams. I never called them by names, I never said he/she or him/her. Nothing that identified them beyond that they were mine and there were 3. My self-confidence and self-image were destroyed, of course. That has taken time to heal. I like myself now, but honestly, I need to remain out of contact with my ex and not see him because just seeing him makes me feel worthless again. It’s like an automatic trigger.But I do look again, and darned if it isn’t Michael! Michael, who I had never seen without a beard before this photo. Michael who I’d had a five-year relationship with, but dumped five years prior (for some very good reasons, but none of which were that he was a scary, break into your house kind of guy).
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