karmickiss
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Wow,THAT was cool...I was just reading something of yours,that you wrote,I think the post was "met a soul today",and I was sitting here, and thinking about what you were saying..and I was really liking the whole feel of it,and there were paralells that I saw in that and my situation with something....so anyhow...deep in those thoughts, I got alerted to an e-mail, saying about a topic reply to the dream I had...and I came here,and thought it was so neat that you were the replyer!
But, better than that,I think you really hit the dream like hitting a nail on the head! I cold feel certain aspects..but somehow the great mystery is my own dreams can be the hardest to see in a more objective way. The thing that hit me the hardest, though, which I didn't really consider, was when you asked about if he could be worried about me. I would certainly worry about him,and many times he'd say don't worry...and it was like a private joke, I couldn't help it...but on the flip side of that, was that he did in fact, worry about me alot, esp.when we weren't living together,and near the end of his life.
It was one of the things, that I felt made our relationship unique to him..if I understand him and his mother correctly...he could walk away from just about anything and everything, if he had a mind...but we just couldn't do that with each other. and one thing that he was known to do, was to worry about me and the kids, when he was gone..and that was something he could remove himself from doing quite successfully for much of his life with people. The condition I was in right before he died even had me worried...I had been depressed before..and through things that could be considered major crisis, and seemed to be able to take things in stride, and was able to do whatever needed to be done, there was no other alternative...and then....now...I feel like I've made some kind of perverse about-face....with the drive I used to have..and I keep thinking about this one convo we had about three days before he died...and I remember he asked me to tell him how I felt, and I did...and amazingly, he was able to just...listen...it's not that we had no communication in the past, but that male brained response, (supposedly) with him was that it was usually hard for him to simply listen if I was having a problem. He instead wanted to immediately be able to solve it, fix it...while I just wanted to be able to share the problem itself, a common thing...but for this last week and a half, I keep on flashing to this one convo among many,for some reason, and I remember watching him while he was listening to me...and I remember flinching inside, when I saw him visibly flinch when I said certain things, and I saw it hurt him, and I felt bad for saying it, but it surprised me at the time he was so open to listening like that,active listening,I guess you could call it. I guess I should at least for myself right now write out the highlight of that conversation...basically,I was saying along the lines of,(and bear with me,I know I've mentioned parts of this, I think) "Sandy, I don't know what it is..this seems different than any other depression or "low time" in my life, and there's been several just due to the nature of the way I lived, too much, too fast, runaway,homeless,alcohol/drug addiction, recovery from, single mother, breaking the cycle of physically abusive relationships, coming to terms with being molested as a kid...etc...there's been times I've felt very low indeed, but there are key differences, things I have lost now that I always was able to hold onto even the darkest of times..." He was listening, (I was sitting side by side with him on my couch, I never slept in my bed again since he moved out a year prior, though we were still together, but working on ourselves as well,and were getting reading to move back in,before this year, we lived together like seven or almost eight years)and he simply asked me,"Like what? what's different?" And I told him that for one thing....that since I was married(short marriage to childhood friend) and had my two boys so young, I had to become responsible for two children,at a time,when,I was barely able to live myself...I was just for the first time trying to get clean,I started drinking and using abusively regularly from age 11, so I did much quick, and when I relaised no one would take care of my boys except for me,I really tried my best to stay sober, and for the most part, could at least not drink during pregnancies, or only if the kids were away from home being babysat by family,did I "party" if I was going to...but having them changed everything,I had to live for them, before that, I had a death wish...so I put that on hold for them, knowing I had to stay alive to take care of them...it forced sanity into my life that I am thankful for now. I worked hard b/c I had so much to learn about living life on life's terms,and worked through depressions and such knowing they needed me......lately...I started getting "ill"enough in my mind that I have begun to think perhaps they would have been better off without me after all(I don't feel this way now,but it scares me, b/c I really felt that)...so what was once my biggest motivator, now I was starting to think very different about my role with them,despite positive reinforcement, knowing I did better as a mom than I would have ever imagined...my views were becoming distorted.I also told him that I had hoped that by now I would be re-married again, b/c I've finally relaised that I am capable of great love......and I saw him flinch..I didn't mean it to be hurtful...I felt he certainly knew that I meant to him, of course...I knew as long as he lived and breathed I could never really be with anyone else(and can't imagine it now, even)...and he kept thinking he was being selfish,that I should marry someone closer my age,and that I'd be better off with someone who could bring "more" to the table..we fought about this often..I would say who was he to judge what made me happy, that we seem unable to shake each other anyway..and should I give up the very thing that makes my soul sing,for something more "practical"? Also, now I think he must have known on some level he was going, b/c as an arguement for his side,he would say he will not be around long,and then what?And even the last week of his life, he told me he felt he didn't have long to live, and b/c this man was so incredibly healthy...I mean, honestly,he wore me out with his energy all the time,...he was full of energy and life, and always out there,finding life...he was physically so strong,and it wasn't until his last month or so that he started looking pale,and bloated to me....and so I would respond to this by telling him to not even THINK about dying before me..that I was sure he'd out live me easily..his mother is in her 90's with sharp mind and healthy body intact.I also told him that no matter what happened in my life, I lived on "heart"and/or "passion"of some kind, I used that passion in my work with masonry and counseling,and as a nurses adie, b/c I love the work, and I used it in college, b/c I love to learn, so "dean's list" was easy b/c of this passion, and of course,I'm a romantic...but that for some reason it felt to me like not only was I depressed in a not wanting to go through the motions way, but I felt acute agony in my heart,like someone was tearing it to pieces on the inside,and it didn't make any sense, in the way it did when losing some others very very close to me,from AIDS, one best friend, I watched him slowly go,and decide to not take meds anymore, and with some of the people I knew from the street that were like family, I always hung with people much older than myself, and they really did watch out for me out there, you never know where you find your angels, on the tracks with a bottle of wine sometimes they are in disguise, and it hurt to see the various painful deaths of those I cared about from the disease of addiction...it felt like loss....it was deeper, even,like a physical pain,and it just was getting so that the things I held onto that used to spark hope in me,that always got me up on my feet again, seemed far away and unattainable,I saw him flinch again.I know it sounds dramatic, but it was just like this...and I cried after that,about how I wanted to leave this body,that I felt so tired,like I was 1000 years old...he seemed to slump as I said all this,looking defeated in a way I've never seen him,and after I tried lightening the mood... I thanked him for being able to listen all the way through, usually he would kind of panic and even start a fight if I were to go anywhere near 'there', he always wanted to protect me from things,to help make things a bit easier...to be "solution man"...and this he couldn't fix by some of the loving actions he always had done to help in the past,and I felt that fear in him for me.
Thanks Alysia for your insight...I feel such exciting things for you...and I will have to re-read what you wrote again,to take it in, in levels...b/c I siezed on the idea that perhaps he is still worried for me...I've kind of relapsed into a depressive state,and am fighting it...not quite like it was...but dangerously close...and I didn't even think about what that would be like for him now, or even if he was feeling that..I kind of just imagine him being all happy,and busy as heck with helping esp children of all kinds...he loved kids...and didn't think about if that existed,or how it could affect both of us and our communication / connection. I know if I could connect as easily as I can with alot of spirits with him now...I think it would help me to feel better about alot of things....so thanks for the insight again...take care....Tanja
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