So, I've finally finished up at my house - it's ready to sell. Not, the way I'd like it to show but the best I can do after the rental disaster. The whole weekend I was miserable, on the verge of tears or balling my eyes out, aggravated, barking at Mr. Wonderful, bitching about all sorts of irrelevant nonsense. Feeling very sorry for myself. Seeing all MY STUFF go out the door, never to be seen again. Really, not owning a thing anymore. Feeling horribly vulnerable. Letting go of all my little security blankets. If Mr. Wonderful were to kick me to the curb next week, I'd stand there with the clothes on my back.
What a load of crock. With the kids growing up and moving out, the house and property is way too big for me. See for yourself Strange, how my back issues and my arm/shoulder have gotten MUCH better since I moved in with Mr. Wonderful last October. Gee, maybe 77acres was a little too much to take care of... ya think? But, I did it, didn't I? And I did it well, too. On my own. On my terms. Yes, Sir. And, in there somewhere lays the answer. Control freak. I always thought that being a control freak was NECESSARY for me. I mean, I raised and supported my kids alone from age 6 and 7, have no family on this continent, ex-asshole is the poster boy for dead beat dad - I HAD to take charge, right? Sure I did. But, I'm finding that I'm just a control freak period. Has nothing to do with external circumstances - no, that's actually who/what I am. If I don't feel that I call the shots, I'm utterly lost. Panicky, even.
I found my Mr. Wonderful, who has been just that from the moment we met. Stands by me through whatever is on the agenda, supports me in every way possible, opens his home to me and my kids, works like crazy to rehabilitate a field so I can bring my horse here, and ever so cautiously offers to take some of the load off my shoulders (oh, he knows how defensive I get when someone wants to help - after all, I can do it all by myself). And, even after all the shit I put him through, seems to have no inclination to kick me to the curb any time soon.
So, I'm trying desperately to get to gratitude mode. Looking back, I have accomplished much. I fulfilled and LIVED my dreams. Pretty much all of them. When I was 18, a friend and I had a conversation where we pretended to have a million and laid out what we wanted in life. I wanted 2 kids, I eventually wanted to have my own business, and I wanted to live in the country with horses and all sorts of critters. I did all of it. Except the million $$. How freaking lucky am I? After some unfortunate relationship choices I finally find someone I truly adore. And the feeling is mutual. How freaking lucky am I? After many ups and downs and some dark times, I'm finally managing my life without the crutch of AL. How freaking lucky am I?
Looking ahead, I have a family room to create and furnish. Mr. Wonderful has a beautiful home full of family treasures. But it isn't mine. And it does not reflect who I am at all. So, I will make one room for all of us to come together, but also to make this MY HOME. Looking ahead, I will have to stand by my 18 year old daughter and help her as much as I can - news is, she is pregnant. Not at ALL what I want for her at this stage in her life. But, she has more than I did. At least, she will have her mother by her side. And, in one teensy little corner of my heart, I may even look forward to being a grand mother. I did say TEENY ITTY BITTY corner, right? :H
Ok. Enough with the whining - there are things to get done. Life is motion, right? And forward is the way to get places. So, instead of bemoaning what I'm leaving, I will look forward to what is about to come. I think.
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