I'd forgotten I revived this blog! I was looking to get back into publishing my writings and having a blog to supplement that endeavor...and voila! It hasn't even been a year since my last post.
Since my last post, we are still droning. I have a new car (A BMW X5)--kind of a tank, but AWD and gets the same gas mileage as my cute little Nissan Jukes did.
I got back into dancing. Heavily. I performed on my first "real" stage earlier this month with my student troupe. I'm learning veils. I have another performance with my troupe on Saturday. I danced with
Shimmy Mob. This is where things get interesting.
I've been very vocal about the monster being abusive while I was growing up. I no longer speak to him, and do not intend to ever speak to or have the displeasure of seeing him ever again. Something I haven't been quite as vocal about is my first marriage.
We were two stupid teens in love. He was leaving for the military. I agreed to marry him because when you are a teen, even a couple of weeks apart seems like an eternity. Things were great until...the night I got pregnant. I remember it so vividly because I was abused and raped that night by my husband of six months. It was a horrid evening, we were on our way to our new home in Colorado (we were in Kansas City at the time), and when I found out I was indeed pregnant, my whole future went up in flames. Instead of attending ENMU that fall, I was changing infinite amounts of diapers and still dealing with his abuse. The last time he abused me was very physical and I have a permanent injury to my chest because of it. His brother, who was just a kid at the time (age 16 or 17), defended me. When I slipped out the back door with my baby (nothing else which I lamented the hours we spent wandering around until dawn--you don't have time to think. You are in total survival mode at that time of leaving), my ex-husband and his brother were killing each other in the front yard. I didn't have much to do with him immediately following that incident, but I STAYED. For TEN MORE MONTHS.
I'm still ashamed and embarrassed that I STAYED. I made all the excuses for him. After all, I still loved him despite how cruel he was, plus I had an extreme case of post-partum depression and didn't believe I could make it on my own with a baby. "The military changed him. He's so young--he will grow up soon. His father abused his wives--he grew up thinking this is the way you treat your wife. He's under stress because of the impending war and not knowing when he might be called away. Yada-yada-yada."
I'm still ashamed and embarrassed that it took him CHEATING ON ME WITH MY CLOSEST FRIEND in New Mexico and him admitting he wasn't sure he wanted to be married anymore to leave. It wasn't the abuse. It was the infidelity. I'm a libber, and especially as a libber, this isn't me. So...what happened? I am still trying to figure it out.
Now to the part where his mother comes into play. She was not supportive of him cheating on me at all. I've been closer to her than he has in the past 25 years since our divorce. However, here is my exchange that I posted to what I thought was a safe group for the dancers:
To be honest, the color of the t-shirt is not important to me. I dance for friends who have been affected (one died because her ex ran her over with his car) and for myself who grew up in an abusive household and was abused by my ex. It is such an important cause, and this was my 3rd year. I continue to dance for those who have no voice, to raise awareness. T-shirt color for me is a mere afterthought, although our group (Bloomington-Normal-Peoria, Illinois) did a “guess the t-shirt color contest” to raise extra funds for our local shelter. I joined in on that fun, of course! 😍All I mean to say is that I love all colors, so what we dance in isn’t a huge deal for me. The fact that we are all dressed in the same color, a TEAM, that matters more. Shimmy on! 💕
Her response:
1st I've heard your ex abused you, I'm sorry.
She has not once contacted me directly. I'm too hurt and angry to reach out to her at this time. I've put myself in her shoes a million times, and I get that she wants to protect her son. I totally get that. What I don't get is that we've been close over all this time--why would she feel it necessary to try to discredit me publicly instead of trying to contact me directly? First of all, I didn't say WHICH ex, but she seems to know who I'm talking about which leads me to believe she already knew or suspected. Maybe I'm just reading too much into her comment. I will contact her eventually, because I want to address the elephant in the room and I want to reclaim my sleep. I just don't want to have this hurt and anger in my heart when I do. I may end up losing someone very dear to me, but I won't stop telling the truth. If I lose her, I'll be broken-hearted, but I will be honest with myself and with the world.