Originally Posted: Date: Sat, 4 Jun 2011 21:08:44 -0400
I was really proud of this accomplishment and wanted to share! Still
working on my exercise, needless to say, it's a long convoluted tale I
have to tell you Monday, but I promise the end results will be worth
it! Lol. The super short explanation would be that you and Lissa asked
me to do practically the same work, only it was worded differently!
Hmmmm. . . These little signs keep piling up. Wonder why?
My brag for today is that I finally re-watched "Hope Floats", the
movie that finally brought up all the agony I'd been harboring from my
parents divorce. I watched it once in the theatre and "embarrassed" my
mother by bawling my eyes out when it gets to the part where Bernice
runs screaming and crying after her dad billy's car howling: "You
wanted me! You said you did! You said it in the letter! Daddy please
don't leave!" Why is this a brag exactly??? Because I couldn't watch
it for years. My parents separated 3 times before I was 4, and the
last separation I remember. mom kicked Dad out, he didn't leave by
choice. But 3 months after my 18th birthday, she left him after years
of a loveless *on her part* marriage. That movie though made in 98 I
believe, still conjured the skeletons in the closet long after she
left in 2004. At the end of 2010, I had had a dream that she and I,
finally resolved our issue, by me walking away from her. The gist of
it, was that I told her I was done with her. I had another dream where
she died in that same month and I was all broke up about it and I woke
up wondering why exactly. I went to talk with Dad about it and guess
what movie just happened to be on??? "HOPE FLOATS"!!! So a big slap in
the face. Well after 8-10 months of saying I was going to watch it
again, I finally watched it tonight and interestingly enough, the pain
wasn't as bad as it was the first time, nor was it as bad as I
"thought" it would be. I rewatched it to see if I'd feel the same way
watching it twice in one night, and I didn't. In fact, when I saw it
in 98 I cried so hard and so long we couldn't leave the theatre until
nearly everyone else had left. When I saw it again 8-10 months ago, I
had to run from the room. Tonight I was in a mood *not sure how to
describe it*, but I suppose I felt "ready" to confront the skeleton
and I did. I watched it and I bawled, my head hurt and my nose got all
stuffed to the point that I couldn't breathe, but it still wasn't as
bad as the two times before and when I rewatched it again tonight, I
didn't cry nearly as hard as I did the first two times, nor tonight's
first time. So I'm not sure if I'd say the charge is completely gone,
but if it isn't, I'd say it's well on it's way to being gone.
This is what I wrote in June of 2010 about the divorce. I think there
may be an update to that coming soon. And to think the ball got
started all because I asked Dad what he felt I'd learned from being
born visually impaired and having to go through all kinds of shit,
which lead into a discussion of he and mom's relationship. Don't know
how it happened and I was slightly miffed, but I got over it pretty
quickly and let him say his piece. Anyway, as I said, I think an
update to this post may be in order. Stay tuned.
Divorce: June 2010:
It's been 6 years since you left. Funny, it doesn't seem like 6, but
there it is.
You left March 5th 2004. We had my cousin's wedding to attend that
night! You couldn't have picked a worse time to leave!
Of course, you weren't worried about timing.
I woke up & went into the livingroom. Grandma & the cousins were
sitting around talking. It was complete numbness for everyone
Some of them were carrying out furniture, Dad included & those who
weren't were sitting there talking.
I asked what was going on & you said you were leaving. I felt like I
was 3 again, & semi acted like it.
I followed you & Dad around the house asking if I could help with
anything. I couldn't, so I just kept wandering.
When you left Dad went with you & I thought he was crazy! Why was he
helping you move out when there were other people there to help???
That wasn't his job!
But even in the end he bent over backwards for you.
You took the good furniture & allowed it to waste in Grandma's basement!
But I don't care about that.
You didn't pay child support for becca & Dad let you get away with it
even though we were suffering!
But I don't care about that.
You left Dad with a $133,000 loan up against the house, & now I have
to pay rent!
But I don't care about that.
You blamed me for your divorce:
"Well, you're right. I'm not good enough for you or your sister or your father!"
But that only hurt a little. . .
You came into the house & attacked Dad verbally & physically, which
almost lead to your demise! (Which would have left me in prison thank
But that only hurts some.
You left becca & Dad in the dark! I had to carry their weight, plus my
own! I had to suck in all my pain & fake my way through it!
That hurt even more.
But the worst thing you did was rip my foundation out from under me!
& that I care about! That hurt, still hurts!!!
I could say all kinds of things to you, call you a bitch & a whore for
sleeping around on Dad while you were married!
But that won't solve anything.
You made me question my morals, my values! Everything I ever new, ever
believed in, you broke it! You crushed it, shattered it & still that
You had to jump on the shards of glass, use your heels to ground them
into the floor, make them disappear! Leave them lost, unreachable to
& for that, I still hate you!
You left some of your clothes behind in the early days. Some of your
high heeled shoes & I sat in your closet inhaling the scent from those
I held those shoes & remembered clomping around in them when I was a
You said you were sorry, but then you screamed at me to get over it!
You said if your parents divorced when you were 3 & you got over it, I
could surely get over you & Dad!
But I couldn't for the longest time.
Even now I hate this house. We have a new mom, 2 new sisters, new
dogs, new cats, a "new life" as it were.
But this house still holds you in it. & the house across the field
where we used to live holds even more of you.
You seem to seep into everything!
Why can't you get out?? Why can't you leave me alone!!
I still cry when I hear "Family Portrait" from Pink. It's nearly
unbearable listening to Evanescence's "My Immortal".
& forget Mario Whinan's & P. Diddy's "Don't Wanna Know".
I can still hear becca singing:
"Oh mommy, we don't wanna know, if you're creepin' keep it on the low,
cuz our hearts just can't take it anymore!
Oh mommy, we don't wanna know."
& Britany's "Every Time" "Every time I try to fly I fall, without my
wings I feel so small".
I still cry. & I could go on forever with this list, but I won't.
There was a time when every little thing reminded me that you weren't
around & some days, I feel like I'm still back there.
Most days I feel ok, but the other days I don't.
I've given up talking to you, your hopeless!
You act like we should feel bad, like we're the ones who left.
Well screw you! You left us! Y.O.U. left us!
Then you got sick. Scleroderma, your going to die. Probably from the
drinking & smoking first though at this rate.
Sometimes I wish you were dead, then I could pretend you really loved
& missed me while you were gone, or even better, I could pretend that
you never wanted to leave, that you died & that's why you left, & it
wasn't your fault.
It was out of your hands. But that's not so.
I loved you. I remember your depression, I remember you crying, the
rape when you were a child.
I remember all that. How could I forget?
& it's the one thing that makes it hard for me to push you completely
out of my life.
I keep seeing that damned little girl! That scared, frightened, lonely
little girl! & she's me! She belongs to you, but I have my own & so it
makes it a million times harder for me to push it, you away!
I still hate you! But I still love you. I'll never figure out why, but I do.
You left me afraid of men, afraid I'd never gain your approval, afraid
of losing your love (which I never had), afraid to love others, to let
them in & take my guard down!
You left me clinging to broken blood stained memories even after everything!
You shook me when I pissed you off when I was little. You screamed at
me! Tried to control my thoughts, my feelings, to speak for me!
You tried to keep me locked up with you & keep me away from other
women because you were so insecure!
But I loved you! I'd have walked through fire for you! I did walk
through fire for you!
We all did! Just like "My Immortal" says!
We held your hand, we wiped away your tears, we tried to fight off all
We were a family!! A FAMILY!!! & you took it away!
Divorcing Dad was one thing, but you divorced us!! We cramped your
style & you visit only when it works for you! We're the last "things"
to do on your "to-do" list!
You carried us! I thought that meant something! You gave birth to us!
Doesn't the fact that we came out of your body, that you heard our
hearts beat & counted our fingers & toes mean anything????
Some will blame it on your addiction to alcohol, but that's just a cop
out! You had quit drinking & smoking for 6 years & you started back up
because YOU chose to! Nobody held a gun to your head!
You wanted to be a teenager again, not that I know why, because your
teenage years sucked! But you chose it!
& yet, I still have the common decency to want to make sure you're
taken care of before you die.
I don't want you in a nursing home for fear they won't take care of
you like I would.
I hate you for tangling me up & I hate you for jumbling all my
thoughts & trying to run my life & control my relationships!
But I still love you.
I will not bow to this anymore though. So if I see you I see you & if
I don't I don't.
If we talk we talk & if we don't we don't.
If you're proud of me great if not I don't care!
It may take me 6 more years to release all this agony I had to cover
up while helping Dad & becca, but I'll push through it one way or
& once I'm gone, I'm gone. I'm not looking back & you can forget
having a phone number or a forwarding address, cuz it's not happening!
My whole life you've tried to control me, break my relationships up
(grandma & Dad, on the Dad score you failed, but grandma has her own
bs to apologize for)!
But you can rest assured you won't do it again. I won't give you the chance.
I am greatful to SG Lissa's "Get Out Of Your Own Way" E-Course that
got this long dormant ball of pain rolling, as well as my swamp, which
is what caused her to pose the question what was I learning from all
the shit I've been through and how would it help me in serving others.
Thank you SG Lissa and swamp!
I'm greatful to the creators of "Hope Floats" for creating the movie
that first triggered PTSD symptoms in me *for the first time in public
that is*, and for ultimately helping in their own way to begin to
release the charge around everything I've been carrying/feeling since
I was 3. Thank you!
I'm greatful to Dad for giving me a few answers. Thank you Dad!! You
are amazingly strong, insightful and encouraging! *huge hugs*!
I'm greatful to you Mama G!!! Thank you! Without you I wouldn't have
the tools to work the healing process and put my anger in a proper
place/work with it in a proper manner!
I'm greatful to all of my Sister Goddesses for reading and replying to
my brags!! Thank you!
I'm greatful to a Sister Goddess for showing me amazing compassion,
understanding and kindness! You know who you are, so thank you! I
can't tell you how thrilled I am to have met you over the net! In a
very short time you've become as close to me as BFF/SG Holl and it
took us 13 years to build the relationship we have, and that was in
I desire to continue releasing charges of pain and anger so I can open
myself up to my highest, most powerful, beautiful self and therefore
tap into and harness the conjuring power for my biggest and best
I desire to work on a House Desire list!
I'd been putting it off because I had a hard time describing what I
desired since I can't see. It leaves me hardpressed at times to
imagine furnishings and the like.
I desire for all my Sister Goddesses to get all their hearts desire at
the speed of Pussy!
I desire I desire I desire, and I receive I receive I receive!!!
Bobby Goren: *in the psychologist's office: "I betrayed my family. . .
I pimped out my family to get a confession."
Psychologist: "You did what you had to. You always have. I don't think
you betrayed your mother, but what have you done for her son?"
From Season 10, Episode 3 "BOOTS ON THE GROUND"
"Now I'll take the blame,
So forget my name.
Just close the blinds,
So I can come down. . .
I'm naked and shamed,
Moth to the flame.
Just take my hand,
So we can both drown. . ."
SHAUN MORGAN - "FORSAKEN" Copyright 2011