the goddess is PISSED OFF!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009 at 05:41AM
Second Wednesday of March
oh my dear lord. it has only been a week? unbelievable. and just two days agao, nok emailed me with the news he found my stockings(!) with the message that i should be tied flogged and fucked. in a loving sort of way.
him hiding out from life in that place breaks my heart. in pain and alone. a wounded lion. ok, on with my life. and yes i responded in a snotty joking way. but did get hte point across to him that he missed out because of his own anger issues. h olding me.
so saturday nite turned out to be a bust. hawks hid from me and i was on my own with a rage-on, and then i started to bleed almost in sync with the FULL MOON.. exactly opposite. no wonder i feel crappy. Full moon tonight.
at any rate i didn't have the impetus to drain myself of the angst over nok. i ended up giving hawks a full body massage, yes with all that implies, lol. left him sleeping like a baby. put my Docs back on and came home in a beautiful sunrise, spent my last 15 at dennys. and was in bed asleep when liam woke up. his respect means a lot to me. so we had the "talk".
But the real reason i am pissed off is because today my first son by daniel carter turns 16. yeah, you can hear the vacuum of the lack of meaning in there somewhere. Dan is consumed by his latest truck problem. Eli is doing his best to die without killing himself. No mom, no real home, no celebration. He is not in school. a sad day all the way around.
Eli knows his birth story, the bottle of wine and chicken dinner ont he way home from Lake Tapps and the midwife. That he slept his first 24 hours away after we got him home. living in a mobile home on george lane. the ensuing panic attacks from dan. well now i know what that was. at the time i wanted to kill myself, too. his stress just gave me heart attacks. Eli the engaging. summersaults at 8 months. climbing the furniture at 9 months. done breastfeeding because it took too long at 11 months.
Jesus, i commit my son Eli to Your hands today. All over again. Please make him stop damaging his life and his future. Give that young man hope and love. Turnhis heart back to you.
I can honestly say that Eli is one of the main reasons our marriage did not make it. a difficult special needs child with two functioning parents is challenge enough. but now that i am further out from the debacle? I did all i could do while still dealing with an alcoholic depressive mate. Slim to none. no wonder we all got fat.
Thursday morning at 4:30 am. i should be writing this down on paper. Seeing Eli was very hard last night. I do not know how to handle my grief over him. it is not as if i w ant him back? He is in a messed up period of his life and his dad is too. they need to deal with their own stuff. i am out of th at loop. the log-term effects and the missed loves and the limited views and the instinctual levels at which they live right now is the wound. y'know, godliness is a shining path. whatever that looks like. even in a non-traditional sense. seeing eli dark for this period of his life kills me. so that is that.

