Locked out

I locked myself out of the house on the way to school this morning. Definitely not the first time, but it’s been awhile and it’s the first for a middle of winter fuck up like this.
My neighbor let’s me in the garage but her ladders to short to get to the balcony. And even if it was tall enough, I make another jarring discovery. The balcony is quite literally falling apart and on the verge of collapse from wood rot.

I gotta call in a favor from the husband and he makes the 45 minute drive back home for me. To his credit , he’s not mean or angry. I’ve had many other run ins with dad’s or a partner or two where I’d have something like this happen and they start screaming at me about all the inconvenience I bring to their lives, it’s pretty shifty. Anyway, my man does me a solid here by not making me feel bad, so I do my best to make up for the time loss by emailing hoa while I’m waiting in the garage. Because the balcony is external, they cover repairs. The lady gets back to me immediately saying to keep off of it completely and she’s got the work order taken care of, so silver lining there.
I do some deep cleaning to make sure the place is extra pretty for later, and tonight I’m cooking up a thank you steak for the guy that helped me out without making me feel like a failure at life for needing it.

Last week

I gave up. It was my third time falling hard that day already and it wasn’t even 8. The first, trying to separate a cat fight and slipped and falling on my back. Then again walking the kid to school on ice covered sidewalks that had been neglected after the last snow. The kid and I went down together, then no sooner had I stood up I went flying back to the ground face first, cracking my jaw on the ice and concrete. I’m howling in pain and struggling to stand. We’re a half block from the house and I’m giving up on the day. My phone is shattered, I’m hoping I didn’t break my ribs again and even though I felt them shift in the fall, my face definitely took the greater punishment this round. No blood though, thankfully.
We retreat to the house where I’m better able to assess how bad I got beat up. (Still not as bad as the stairs) I email the school and my kids teacher and lament about my lack grace.

I get a little respite over the weekend when my folks come up so my husband and I can attend his company holiday party. It’s at the luxury Gaylord Convention center and hotel. The one in Florida has a pirate ship inside, the one out here is themed more around our terrain and has a big waterfall, mountain cave and and train inside. It’s daunting to approach if you’ve never been to one before. Larger than Estes for sure.

An open bar and some delicious fancy food was just what I needed to take the edge off of my bruised ego and body. I always feel a little awkward but by this point in my husband’s work career I’ve done a pretty good job of making friends with the wives and remembering names. We catch up a little in the cycling conversations before being seated at our little round tables for the feast. Everyone else is wearing button up shirts and black dresses, I didn’t get the memo. I went as gaudy as possible for our dress, ordering the hubs a custom rammstein sweater, and myself a the magnificent gremlins sweater that you’ll have a hard time getting me out of this season
A pleasant evening is punctuated with me getting licked cleaner than the plates .
It’s nice to have a little respite after the last few days, especially when we don’t have to pay for it.

Love you Mom & Pops

It started off as frustration but ended up in sadness, as I watched the bread drying out of the bread bin, and the rice drying out aside of the kitchen stove. Ive reminded my parents every other day to keep the bread in the bread bin, or to put the food in a container inside the fridge so it doesn’t dry and last longer.

As I see the food aging faster as it sits outside it reminded me my parents life is just coming to an end and there is no way to preserve them better to last longer. Their time is going to end up sooner or later and aging is revealing itself more and more in them each time. As I washed the dishes really angry and I realize this, my mood swings from being extremely angry at them to being sad, not only because they will leave this plain soon, but by the fact that im so hard on them.

I have to understand that my mom and pops arent in their 30s anymore, and that now I have to be the babysitter behind them making sure they close the door shut, turn the lights off, close the garage door, don’t leave the stove lit.

I have to change my perspective on them since today for I will not see their wrongdoings as something extremely bad but just another “oopsie”. I’m pretty sure I did lot of those when I was young, and up til my mid 20s I remember I was tornado. The tables have just turned, that is it. They are becoming babies and I have to take care of them. Mom, pops, I love you.

Sincerely
Your son.

Trying to change something I can’t change

If I could change anything about myself it would be

My mental illness.

If I didn’t have it

I’d probably still want children.

I’d still believe in marriage.

I wouldn’t have said my first two I love you’s while sick.

I’d have higher self esteem.

I wouldn’t do strange things.

I wouldn’t have wanted to die so much after recovering.

I would live more recklessly.

I would feel absolutely free.

Maybe I wouldn’t have been fired.

Maybe you would have loved me.

Maybe I would have gotten my graduate school degree.

Maybe I would have better self esteem.

If only, if only.

Regret

I don’t expect anything to come from this – I would like that to be known from the start. I just have to get this off my heart and hope it is received well. I have run from, pushed away, and ultimately denied myself the kind of unconditional and unrelenting love you never hesitated to give me. I never believed I deserved it, and I really didn’t back then. I didn’t appreciate what was right in front of me, I didn’t see that what we have is something so rare, so special, and so unwavering. I was blinded by my own pain, my own self-doubt and false beliefs about myself. I didn’t realize that everything I ever wanted was in one person right in front of me. Instead, I kept searching for what I thought I needed in others instead of looking at myself and realizing what was missing was something only I could give myself – and ironically, what you were giving me all along – unconditional love that most people only dream of experiencing. You are the most incredible person I have ever known. The one with the heart so strong you’d say it was made of gold but that you’d also say is so tender with pure love and genuine care. I am so sorry that I didn’t appreciate that as much as I should have, as much as I truly do now as I grow and mature. You have always deserved better; more than I could give you. What does a girl who doesn’t believe she is worthy do when she meets and is loved by someone so absolutely good-hearted and deserving? Well, naturally, she runs. She runs until she can’t run anymore, until she’s tired of running from herself and the things that have haunted her.

I know I am probably too little too late, and you’re thinking you’ve heard it all before only to be completely let down by me. And I absolutely have let you down in every way I could. But you are my missing piece. I have learned an incredible amount about life, love, and myself the past few years to know that I am tired of mediocre, of settling. I want a life of deep love, a life of adventure, a life of joy, and I know that no matter what we’ve been through or what we might go through, you are the one I want all of that with, the one I HAD all of that with.

I know this seems sudden, but it has been on my heart for longer than you even know. I know you have moved on and this is probably so selfish of me, but I can’t go on without it being said and knowing I gave it one last shot to really be, if it’s meant to.

I’m not naive to the fact we have to meet each other again, learn who we are now as people since so much time has passed and events have changed us. If I have that honor of relearning, I will never take that for granted. I know I will only love you more for who you continue to become.

That is all for now..

Forever loving you…

Left in the Dark

Trying to love salty tears

And less of hopeless causes.

Trying to love new music

And forget ballroom dance routines.

Trying to love what is placed in front of me

Instead of looking in the rear view.

Trying to get rid of Nostalgia

While making out with her right now.

Trying to saw off the parts of me

That loved and lost

And keep a lid on the madness that comes

With caring so deeply and recklessly.

Mostly, trying to time warp

To a beautiful centerfold

Where it all makes sense to me

And I am not left in the dark.

Someone said darkness can be a gift.

I wonder if they ever thought like me

That darkness is where

A star relearns what makes this

Dull throbbing, ordinary fucked up place, absolutely

Beautiful.

All I have known are lessons taught over and over again

And somehow I can’t read the fine print.

Trying to make the Last 10 years

Seem less like wasteless paper with scribbles written on it

And more like a beautiful mold

That built me.

I just can’t see it now.

Efficient

The mysterious workers performed their whatever repairs they needed to restore water function to the sizeable area of impact within a reasonable timeline, with success by the morning. What a relief! But you ever see the stuff that comes out of your pipes when they haven’t had anything running through them in a minute? Nasty black debris you have to run for a bit to clear out.

As I write, we gets an email about another water shut off in a few days as a water shut off valve is replaced at a nearby homeowners.
Someone else must have had a really rough night.

January 9

Sometime around 7:30 my neighbor calls me to ask if my water is working because hers is not. At this time I also discover ours is completely off as well.
My husband goes down to the garage to see if there is a pipeline burst anywhere. As he does, my other neighbors chime in that they too have been affected with the water outage.
Within an hour recieve an HOA email explaining that there is a broken pipe somewhere and suggest that it may be a number of hours before water returns.
We discover on our neighborhood app the outage extends multiple blocks away.
I frustrate my husband talking about the possibility of attack on the water grid based on an article I had read a few months back about a hack that had been intercepted at a water treatment plant within a proximity of concern. He calls it panicking. I call it , troubleshooting while I assess the necessary concerns to prepare for based on the longevity of the inconvenience.

lola

It’s been so long since I wrote on here, years! I was very sad when I used to write on here and had things I wish I would of said. Sometimes I would be delusional and think some of the Anonymous post or posts are about me. The hope I carried. I guess I’m trying to say is that I am hurting again and filled with words I can’t say to you anymore since we no longer speak. I miss you so much, I see how I was wrong but I wasn’t ready either and didn’t do you wrong, you said that I will realize things later on but little did you know I already knew all that. I don’t know how much longer I have left but regardless just know, I’ll see you on the other side bb