Contrast

He called me, asked me to babysit at his house. What a difference a day makes. I felt different this time being in proximity of him. I felt some resentment. He called me because he needed me. He has always relied on me in some way. Yet, he was also so capable of going to court when he and I could have talked and agreed on things regarding our child instead. I feel hurt, angry and betrayed. I feel as though I was never given any regard. I never got to explain the petty disagreements that he penned so fixedly in his documents...where I felt so ganged up on by everyone in the court, including my lame duck lawyers. I have to get past it, have to move forward. Perhaps, this is all good. When the scales are off, I cannot see the very thing that I was thinking before, about anything being resolved in the end. The only resolution is my own, for myself. The thing is, that is enough. I am feeling better and better every day with the things that I set out to do for me. I can see my way forward, and the things I have to do are getting me all very excited. I wrote about my lack of grieving awhile back. I think that I grieve now in increments. I sit with my overwhelming feelings about my past and the love I gave and felt, and I allow myself to feel my heart lurch. I give myself over to its inky sadness. But I can also detach and look at it without it consuming me. That took time to build within me. I think today, I need to realize that feeling the things that I feel are only natural. Who could walk into a house that could have been ones home and not feel something? Who could not pursue a relationship with a multi millionaire and not feel concerned about the possibility that here was another man trying to control me? Or the myriad other things that have made me feel so out of sorts and out of character, and wrong, and wishful, and hurt and hopeful. What I know for sure is that every day, I get up and I push towards what makes me the best that I can be...and I strain myself more by not being satisfied with just one or two answers. I get so many hunches,thoughts running through me, desires to see certain things come to pass. Today I must slow down and honor that in myself. I am still here. I am still planning, and making, and supposing and putting together things. I am still here. I am still here. I didn't disappear.