This was a great day. I did errands with my friend and I bought a small hibiscus plant that will eventually grow into a giant tree. It already has about eight buds ready to bloom into huge bright pink flowers. I also took a short nap. Isn't it amazing how such small things can make you feel soooo good?
I went to church yesterday. It was very nice and I met some very nice people. As usual I enjoyed the singing alot. Most people who know me well know that I don't ever plan to become a "member" of an established church again, but I will admit that the fellowship was very nice.
I am hoping to find a place to swim where I am...it's not high on the priority list of things to do at the moment but you KNOW I haven't forgotten about it.
My life is slowly taking shape again. Little by little the loss and fears are fading and are being replaced by such an increasingly strong sense of the presence of God helping and guiding me. I don't worry about things the way I used to anymore. Like, I don't know how I'm going to pay for certain things right now but I just know, after seeing how God has provided for me in the past four months that He will continue to do so. My faith is at an all-time high. I feel His face shining on me. I know that there are many people who think I have done a horrible thing. I admit that there are times when I wonder if I should have just stayed where I was, in the situation I was in. Sometimes I condemn myself.
That is when the Lord reminds me that there is therefore now NO condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. He also reminds me that when my heart condemns me that He is greater than my heart.
I want my family to know that I so love them. I know that some of my blog posts may not seem that way, but they are reactions to the intense struggle I was, and still am, facing just to survive. Being left the way I was, not being allowed any contact with them, not being allowed to pick up my grandmother's drop leaf deak from one of the houses after repeatedly begging in voicemails that were not responded to, being ostracized like this, was not how I envisioned all of this going.
I trusted my husband so very much to kind of "take care of me financially". I wasn't asking for much. Not with all the money that we were set to make on the houses. I know I was blind...and stupid...and naive. I honestly trusted him. No one needs to tell me what a fool I was...Lookin' has already chastised me for trusting him. Don't worry, Lookin', I don't think I will ever trust anyone ever again. Not like that.
Once I realized I was being cut off, that is when I began breaking into (my own) homes that I was locked out of and taking food that he was buying for the family but not giving me money for food or basic necessities. That is when I observed that he was buying expensive imported beer for himself and televisions for the kids rooms (something I never allowed) but shutting off my cell phone and stealing my mail that was coming into our common P.O box. I have received threatening letters from his lawyer telling me to "cease and desist" from taking things from (my own) homes. Silly man...there were policeman and other witnesses there. Threaten me again...take me to court..."who will arraign ME?" says the Lord according to Jeremiah 50. People need to "hooshify" as Denis would say.
I still don't have a lawyer. I don't have the money for one and the one's I've spoken with won't represent me for various and sundry reasons that have nothing to do with the legalities of this case. So.....if he takes everything from me, including half the money that I rightly deserve from the houses then so be it. I was always the bee-yotch, wasn't I? I didn't think I was, but I must have been to make them all hate me so much now.
I am now being asked, in the divorce settlement, for CHILD SUPPORT. Excuseme por favor? Do WHAT? After you are receiving approximately $45,000 in NYS subsidy for the children living at home with you? What part of you have left your wife of 36 years DESTITUTE are you forgetting about? Child support my ass. I was the one who took care of the kids all those years...if you think you are going to get child support out of me NOW, after I am the one who insisted that you retire from that God-forsaken job that you didn't get a raise from for twenty years you MUST be JOKING. It will NEVER happen. If you think you'll get it by ordering me to court, well then, I guess yer just gonna have to find me first, arencha?
My life is new and fresh and free now. I don't have to listen anymore to grown children, with children of their own, chide me for buying the wrong juice boxes for their bag lunches when they went to school. I don't have to hear adopted children tell me that I treated them like crap all these years. I don't have to bear the indignity of being called "Connie" by adopted children whom I raised from infancy. I don't have to be treated like the chief cook and bottle washer by everyone in the house.
One of my children told someone on the blogstream via PM that I was "treated like a Queen" at home and that for the past few years I have spent every waking moment on the internet. Oh my gosh.
Number one, I have only "been on the internet" for the past two years (if you check the date of my archives it says 2006)...and number two, this child conveniently forgot that during this time, for a year and a half, we had a baby named Gabriel living with us. Even his mother stayed with us for a while during that time. I am the first to admit that I was hi-jacking wireless zones at that time because I was on the road so much taking this mother to re-hab, but I spent my days taking care of Gabriel. Only when kids were home in the afternoon and evening were they asked to help and only then if their homework was done and this particular child was just about NEVER asked to watch him....EVER.
If I did such a terrible job of taking care of my family during that time then why did Gabriel grow from an underdeveloped 15 month old to an above average 2 1/2 year old during the time that we had him. I'm not trying to brag. I'm just making a point.
During this time I also went, with my husband, to Texas for a week to take care of our grandchildren while their parents went on a cruise...and during all of this I was still staging and selling our cabin and our Lima house.
I am not tired of my family....I love my family... but I am tired of the judgment. Things are being said now that aren't even true. I have had my share of suffering the past few months but I realize now, when all is said and done, that they must have always hated me for their vindication to be this perverse. I wouldn't do this to someone I didn't care for...how much less for one of my own.
To whomever may be reading this...and I am aware that my entire family is taking an inordinate interest in my blog now that I've left in a way that they NEVER did when I was home and I asked them to....I just want you to know that I am not coming back, even if it means I lose everything. If I am ordered to, by the court, I will, but my "wonderful and kind" husband will have to contact me and pay for the round trip plane ticket because I don't have the funds right now.
You may contact me if you ever wish to know me again, but I am starting over now. I have a "family" here who loves me and is taking care of me. You know how much I like to take care of myself, so this is sort of a humbling experience, but I have been shown so much love in the past week that I can hardly express it in words. I don't think I will leave this place now unless the Lord directs me to. For now I am home. You were right Calebson...your long arms did sweep me to safety. Thank you.
I want, more than anything, to have healing contact with each one of you...I would love for any of you to seek me out (several family people have my new e-mail and phone number), and I would luh-luh-luh-vvve to have contact with my grandchildren. If that doesn't happen though, it is on each of you. I tried. I called. I was shunned. For me it is time to move on. Life is good here. I may not have a charge card, debit card, or even extra cash to just pick up and go shopping at Wal-Mart for incidentals, but I am among people who make me feel like I matter in the world. God blessed the broken road that brought me here........
PS. Denis, the sage burner I bought is so beautiful and I just love the real, uncut sage when it burns. I was wondering if I should shred it. You can let me know. What peace I feel......a peace that passes understanding. Oh wait, that can't happen from just burning a little herb, can it?

I am forever indebted to you for showing me about the sage.