Say Something

Apparently, I live under a rock.  There is a band that is pretty popular yet I just learned of them.  I used to be the one who introduced my friends to cutting edge and new music, but not anymore.  I blame my iPod.  An iPod guarantees commercial-free music – my favorite music.  Why wouldn’t I chose that over the radio?  Anyway, that’s not the point of this post.

Recently, I heard Say Something (ft. Christine Aguilera) by A Great Big World.  I have only heard it twice, yet I woke up at 4:00am this morning singing the harmony to the chorus line.  I just had to find the song and learn all the lyrics.  (It’s times like this that I miss my piano and miss Mini-Me and her guitar).  I found 2 videos on YouTube – one with sand art and one with Christine Aguilera.  The latter captivated me.  The harmonies are so haunting.  I start crying.

It’s 4:00am.

Why in the hell am I sitting in the middle of the living room, curled up in the fetal position, ugly-crying and singing this song, with my dog staring at me as if I have 3 heads?

Then I realize . . . this is closure.

My divorce was July 31 of this year.  It was a strange and long process to finally get to that day.  I was separated for 8 years.  Yes, you read that right.  Eight (8) years.  This post isn’t about blame or anger.  It’s about the death of hope when a marriage ends.  That’s what I hear in this song and it’s what brings me to my knees in realization of who I was while married and who I want to be now.

I blamed my ex-husband for his mistakes in our marriage, but by the time I realized my equally bad mistakes, we were already separated.  Not only was he done with me but he was finding new relationships.  It took 8 years for me to finally say that I’m done too.  During this whole time, all I wanted, was to show my husband how I changed.  All I wanted was a second chance to show him that it could be different for us.  We both made mistakes.  Many of my friends and family told me that his mistakes were bigger and I just needed to move on.  But what most friends did not understand was that my mistakes, although they may be small in comparison, we’re so hurtful to him.  I cut him badly with my mistakes.  They contributed to his acting out.  No, my mistakes that hurt him are not excuses for his choices, but they certainly wounded him deeply.  All I wanted now, was a chance to show him how our life could be better because I’ve changed so much.

 Say something. I’m giving up on you. 

Please hear my contriteness and let’s try again.  Let’s not kill our marriage without one last try.  But you have to take a step towards me.

 I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you. 

I know the pain I caused.  Oh, how I wish my eyes were open to that years before.  I know that I used my silver-tongue to slice you through.  If I could go back, I would.

 Anywhere I would’ve followed you.

Let’s move somewhere and start over.  Oh, you’re stationed in Fort Lost-in-the-Woods, MI?  Sure, I’ll quit my job and volunteer positions and uproot our kids, if you’ll give our marriage a second chance.

 Say something, I’m giving up on you

I know I’m the one who kicked you out.  I know I’m the one that pushed you in a corner and bruised you.  I know that we’re separated because I made choices that wounded you so deeply, but we’re here now.  Listen to me now.  Hear me now.  Make a move so that we can move forward.  But you have to make a move.  I cannot carry us both.

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That is that.  Hope is now gone.  Regret sets in.  I’ve done all I could to try to restore us.  I’ve offered myself long enough now.  The rejection will stop.  I’ve stepped forward but you have not.  The end.

So, at 4:00am this morning, crying in the fetal position, I grieve the death of my marriage for the first time since the divorce was final.  That’s not really true, I grieve the death of hope.  That’s what hurts so badly.  I always felt the tiniest drop of hope that our marriage could be restored to something beautiful, more beautiful than we could ever imagine.  Now, all that is gone.  Hope is gone.  The door is closed.

Lord, Why Don’t You Do Something?

He said, “I did! I created you!?”

So, I’m kinda into volunteering. It’s okay if you’re not, but I am. My parents, no matter how flawed I feel they may be, ALWAYS taught me to give back. No matter how desperate my situation, they taught me that I ALWAYS have something to give.

I’m so proud of my dad. Despite him teaching me this lesson, I never really saw him put it into action until now. Sure, he’s done the good deed here and there. He’s picked up the homeless, he’s bought meal after meal for the hungry, he gives to a local children’s charity as if he’s their only supporter, but I never saw any of that.  Until now.

My dad is a superintendent of a major construction company in my state. He’s kinda a big deal. In that I mean, he quits, they fire him, yet he stays and they send him all over the country to build mega industrial factories and stuff. They won’t get rid of him and he won’t leave. He knows his shit.

He takes his skills as a construction guy and starts a volunteer group at his church. They call themselves The Hammerheads. Their main focus is to build wheelchair ramps for the indigent.

My dad, he can’t do things the quick and easy way. No. He goes onsite and preps for the build. He takes measurements. He meets with the family. He takes more measurements. He draws plans. He takes even more measurements. He contacts local business owners to front the supplies. He organizes volunteers. I know he had no intentions of doing all of this other work, but he’s not a slacker. NO! If he’s going to do it, he’s going to do it right, dammit.

To date, he and The Hammerheads have built 11 wheelchair ramps for the needy. ELEVEN! All of the work is done on the weekend, by a crew donating their time.

 

Recently, Dad received a call to build a ramp for Ms. Nesbitt.  She was diagnosed with cancer for the 2nd time. Now she’s facing a major, up-hill battle.  So that she could be right next to family for support, her kids and grands bought her a used mobile home to be placed right next to their home. Cue my dad. He was called to build a wheelchair ramp for Ms. Nesbitt’s new mobile home.

“Oh happy day!” my dad thought . . . until he reached her house.

Dad came to Ms. Nesbitt’s home for the prebuild inspection. He knew immediately. This build would be in vain. Instead of measuring for the wheelchair ramp, he began assessing: ceilings caving in, non-working bathrooms, door frames too narrow for wheelchair access, rotting wood. The only home that her loving family could afford to purchase for her is over 31 years old. It’s rotten, riddled with cancer, just like Ms. Nesbitt. There would be no wheelchair ramp built to this house.

  

Dad, being a single fella for a while now and recently coming into some inheritance, has a bit of cash. He immediately goes to work and BUYS Ms. Nesbitt a mobile home. This home is $46,000. Dad is quick to tell my sisters and me that this will hurt our inheritance. We don’t care. We are so proud of him for giving like this!! How many people do you know would front $50k to help a stranger?!?!

So, here we are. Several weeks later and my dad’s wheels are spinning. He’s already thinking of the next service project to help someone in need. So, with that being said, please visit my dad’s GoFundMe page to help pay for Ms. Nesbitt’s home. All proceeds go directly to the cost of the home. The title to the home will remain under The Hammerheads’ authority to bless someone else when the time comes. Any additional funds will go towards future wheelchair ramps for the elderly & poor, and/or anyone in need.

Surely, you have $5 to spare. That’s all I’m asking of NEWITW fans to give – just $5. Please visit the GoFundMe page or contact me for more information.

We all have something to give.  It’s time for us to do something.

Divorce does not bring closure.

I just signed the final documents to file for divorce. I don’t think I’m supposed to feel this happy about it. I don’t celebrate the death of a marriage, but I do celebrate an ending of what should have never been. We’ve been separated for nearly 8 years with many opportunities to reconcile. How can you reconcile if one party is so unyielding?

Divorce does not bring closure.

Divorce does not bring healing.

Divorce lies and tells you that it is finally over, but it is not.

Regardless of the details and justification for the divorce, divorce is hard. It’s a failure. Lives are hurt and wounds run deep. Even extended family and friends are caught in the crosshair.

I never realized how much my failed marriage affected my close relationships with everyone else. When my child or a friend hurts me, it gashes wide open all the wounds that just began healing. My loved ones do not deserve my irrational knee-jerk but they get it anyway. I have to work so hard to overcome this.

For now, I will be happy that my legal obligation is almost to the end. I know that the relationship with my husband, ex-husband, will always be there. I will wish him well and continue to be the best person and mother I can be.

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