sussing it out

So without going into great detail…due to some landlord changes I am going to be homeless sometime between now and the summer.
Isn’t that just peachy? What I love most is the absolute lack of time schedule.
And because I’ll be homeless, Thing 2 will be living with her father.
This pleases me not.
He has swayed her with promises of a brand new suspended bed, a fenced yard for her dogs, not to mention the general fact she’ll have a roof over her head. She is excited for her new living arrangements, as she should and deserves to be.
I on the other hand, want to make swift use of my icepick.

After many tears and panicked phone calls to YBW, and my friend and mentor, not to mention conversations every single day for the last ten days with the doctor I work for…I have decided…to stop and breathe.
Yes breathing is good.
My doctor says, “you’ll come stay with me for a little while.”
My friend and mentor asks, “what do you want?”
YBW (indicating himself) says, “your home is right here.”
I am surrounded by kindness. Why does that surprise me so? Oh yeah, because I’ve not experienced kindness for a while.

Financially, I’m…well…little more than a pauper. I work two part-time jobs and I’m a full-time student. Honestly that’s all I can say.
So, not having a place to live and not exactly having the means to find another place leaves me…out.

The former husband (my best friend for the last 25 years, even after we weren’t together anymore) has shown his true colors and I honestly cannot believe I was stupid enough to let him mistreat me for so long. The level of pain his behavior has caused throughout this situation has truly shocked me, and I no longer see the man I loved, but the manipulative, passive-aggressive monster I was told he was all along.
I can only hope that Thing 2 has seen his behavior with clear eyes…at the same time my heart breaks for her, I hate that she’s seen her beloved daddy in this way.
I can no longer be a buffer between him and my child (Thing 1 is a dyed in the wool daddy’s girl which is perfectly acceptable) but Thing 2 has always had the protection of me between herself and her father. I hate that she’ll be exposed to him without that mommy buffer, but I can’t do anything about that.

I can feel my friend and mentor encouraging me to focus on me and not them. Yes ma’am.
So what do I want?
Beats the hell out of me.
Well I better suss it out quickly.
All I can do is nod.

As I drove Thing 2 to school one morning this week, she took my hand and said to me, “Mommy you should go live with YBW where you’ll feel safe and loved. I can come visit you, and YBW loves me too so we’ll be safe and loved while we’re together.”
My friend and mentor says, “you did that, she didn’t grow up in a vacuum.”

I think, yes please. Which is immediately followed by, but it’s so far away from you.
So I said to my darling Thing 2, “it’s so far away. And what about the everyday stuff?”
“We can call and text and email and face time and skype and I can come see you.”
I paused, my friend and mentor and I had a long conversation about how it might work, then I said, “if that is how it goes we have to make a commitment to each other…”
“I am committed to you Mommy!”
I hadn’t even finished my sentence and she’s committed to me…is this a girl I can live without?

YBW and I discussed the practical stuff, where would my things go? How would we do financial stuff? When would I arrive? Would I cook for him and do the laundry? (my absolute favorite household chores I do when I’m there anyway) Then he said to me that his own Thing 2 (he has two Things just like me, but his Things are boys) would be the happiest boy ever if I came to live with him. (YBW’s Thing 2 and I have our own special love)

So in the last ten days, this has been my life. Hateful little fish swimming round my brain. The bastards.
Needless to say, nothing has been decided.
Thing 2 and I must discuss how we move forward before I can even begin to make a decision. Can we do it well? I trust us. I believe Thing 2 trusts us. We can do it.
I need to really heed my friend and mentor’s advice, and ask myself what I want…and be able to answer it with brutal clarity.

I have wondered for a little while if something ungoverned by me would force this decision sooner than expected…I’m thinking of the Fates, the three sisters who pull the strings…and how much I want to stab those bitches with my icepick.
I am reminded of Scarlett O’Hara who said, “…they’re not going to lick me. I’m going to live through this and when it’s all over…”
I wish I could talk to my mom.

I can do this. I can make sure Thing 2’s needs are met and I can focus on making sure mine are too. I am brave and I am strong and I am loved by wonderful people who are working hard to support me through this insanity.
I am going to be safe and loved no matter where I lay my head.
If I say these enough I’ll begin to believe them.

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2 thoughts on “sussing it out

  1. I am lucky enough to still have my mother (she is 86) the one person who loves me unconditionally and I can talk things through with. Also my sister and best friend. Still it is ME that has to make the decisions and then act on them. That is the hard part. I cannot begin to know what it would be like to have to decide whether to go to your YBW or stay living with your daughter as those last few years of her growing up are so precious. Your daughter sounds truly dedicated to you so whatever the final decision is I am sure that you will work it out together and still remain bonded. You are strong and I wish you the best.

  2. Elizabeth, you may never know how your kind words affected me this particular day…all I can say is thank you, from the bottom of my heart, I thank you.

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