I've been sitting here for ages... just not sure what I was thinking, or maybe trying not to think
It's funny... someone asked me yesterday if anything ever gets me down. I said that there were plenty of things, life can be a can of worms but life was too short...or something like that. Me talking with my heart on my sleeve as usual.
I can honestly say my life is starting out...
I can honestly say I am happy with what's in front of ME and the little fella
I can honestly say this is who I am and who I choose to be
but every day there is just a little tiny slow bleed - which doesn't ever seem to heal - somedays it feels a wee bit better about R - sometimes I hardly notice, it's just like a pin prick - then days like to today, and last week and the years before - it feels like my hearts just draining of blood - where I just can't breathe -
then I just revert back to me being me again and get on with it as if it hasn't happened.
Is that what acceptance is? Is that the "acceptance" thing, the thing everyone has been saying I should be - you know the "accept what you can't change". Is that where I am now?
This is my son - have I just accepted his "angst" and then I'm done with him. I couldn't ever be done with him like others have - he is my son. I won't be pushed around again in one of his extreme "hissy fits", I won't let him control me and I won't let him scare me. Is that acceptance of his black world and mine being totally separated now?
I guess it must be.
I don't want live in R's world and I won't. I don't want his dramas and tantrums. I just want to do plain sailing. That's where I am.
I feel really sad but numb right now. But calm, accepting and .... dunno, just a bit like.... NEXT PLEASE .... what's next please ... bring it on .. let's be having the next thing and ... move on....
aaaand, where am I sailing to now...