Month: April 2022

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Expedition to Soul

“who you are is hidden beneath all the LAYERS
of who you were told you should be”
– The Sisters Enchanted

As I’ve mentioned before in [Awakening], I have been on a journey to self-discovery since I spiraled from a severe PMDD breakdown in 2020. I may have come to find myself, for the most part, but I also know that one can never stop working on themselves – especially when it comes to leading/living a life of intention; because by leading with intention in everything you do, it’s easier for you to get to where you want to go. Your intuition grows and understanding what -is- for you and/or -not- for you, gets faster and easier to determine.

This past week I took part in something called, Expedition to Soul, put on by The Sisters Enchanted. Expedition to Soul was a 5 day “quest” to [self]. TSE describes a -quest- as, “a journey toward a specific goal. There are often obstacles that need overcoming and sometimes villains to defeat. Often there are twists and turns along the way that ultimately reveal the truest purpose of the quest.” It kind of reminds me of {The Fool’s Journey} in tarot. The Fool’s Journey is a metaphor for the >journey through life<. Each -major- arcana card stands for a stage on that journey, the phases and trials you’ll face; the experiences that a person must incorporate to realize their wholeness.

Sara Walka, the founder of The Sisters Enchanted, said it best when she said, “Before any great quest, there is the sensation of something building. A call to change, a series of events that primes us for a grand adventure, or a knowing that the next version of you lies on the other side of an expedition to a place yet to be determined.” <- Seriously, truer words have not been spoken, especially when on a self-discovery journey! Going into ETS my intent was to better understand and trust my intuition as well as perceived signs. I knew that I was going to face barriers and boundaries and mapped out what that may have looked like for myself, as a visual. However, as mentioned above, just because I went into this quest thinking one thing, doesn’t mean that was the quest I ended up on.

Day 1 was about reclaiming your energy, cutting the webs attached to everything and anything you’ve ever encountered. Coming back to you, just you – yourself. I never realized how much of my energy was weighed down, connected to everyone and everything else. I mean, I know I’m an empath but I never knew that “recharging” wouldn’t truly revive my energy on its own. The visualization activity was absolutely freeing!! There was an additional healing meditation that I felt was a bust for myself; I woke up shaking and freezing halfway through and planned to revisit the replay later. Although, about a half hour later I fell into an unexpected two hour nap. Clearly my body/mind/spirit wasn’t done with the -healing- aspect from the [botched] meditation and figured out its own way to release whatever it was that was needed. I woke up from that nap feeling as I normally would after a successful session! It was definitely an odd sensation because I’ve never actually woken up midway through a guided meditation before, I felt so energetically sick and off. I was relieved after waking from my nap, feeling as I had expected to feel from the meditation. I do however still plan to revisit the replay and try again.

We were also supposed to take a mini [pilgrimage] if able to. A pilgrimage is typically a journey to someplace of sacred or spiritual significance. However, that location is -your- location, the place YOU feel is sacred or spiritual for yourself. Leading up to this week my goal was always to drive myself to this little beach where I go to recharge. That would have been two [major] steps for me; driving there and going alone! Unfortunately life has a way of keeping you in check. Not only had my car been broken and wasn’t back from the shop until Monday afternoon, it also decided to SNOW here in Michigan, at the end of April, after it was in the 70’s the week before! I then figured I’d try later in the week but unfortunately my youngest was home sick from school Tus-Fri. I made it a >goal< to drive myself to this location and I am-not- giving it up, it’ll just be on my own time instead of during this particular quest!! So instead of getting to the lake, I headed out to my sunroom with a mini heater, because the sunroom has always been my place for {zen} at home. Unfortunately it’s not insulated so it gets too cold during the winter and too hot in the summer to spend full days out there. However, I was reminded this week that I definitely need to spend more time out there on a regular basis!

Day 2 was about assembling your allies and taking the step to be “all in.” The thing about allies though is that [no one] can be a better ally to you, than yourself! I know that may sound ridiculous, especially to those of us who have faced past trauma and often self-sabotage. But see, you needed the past versions of you to bring you to your present self, who is then in charge of shaping what your future versions will look like. Instead of running, hiding, or whatever else you may do to forget your past, you need to embrace it and appreciate it. It may not be easy but it’s necessary in order to become the best version of yourself, though it will definitely require some -shadow- work. I used magazine cut outs to form a collage of who I was, am and want to be. I also used my ‘Heal Yourself Oracle’ deck and chose the cards: Self-Sabotage for my past, Healing and Discover your life’s purpose for present and Phoenix Rising for my future.

We were also tasked with conjuring up a ‘spell’ or ritual  for ourselves to help shed whatever it was that we needed to leave behind, so that we could fully commit to receiving whatever it was that we needed to receive on this quest. Seeing as I am a visual person, I made up a body scrub to help me visualize the [shedding] of whatever it was that was preventing me from being the best version of me that I can be. And let me tell you, I understand why putting different ingredients together and saying some words for intention, while using said mixed ingredients, is considered >witchcraft< …  it was a downright [magical] experience and so, so freeing! Ha. If you don’t want to take my word for it and/or want to try it yourself – here is the ‘spell’ I came up with:

The best me I can be: “Today I bring together my past, present and future selves, to allow myself the courage to rise above and release what’s holding me back, to move forward with joy and prosperity, believing in myself, trusting my intuition and continuing to be the best me I can be. And so it’ll be.”
2 TBs of pink Himalayan salt
2 TBs of sugar
2 TBs of grapeseed oil
Essential oils:
4 drops of Joy
5 drops of Valor (for courage)
2 drops of Rise Above
2 drops of Release
3 drops of Believe
Stirred with a cinnamon stick (for prosperity) 3 times to right for intent while repeating, “and so it’ll be!”

Day 3 we worked on continuing to challenge ourselves despite the discomfort. To  [enter the cave] not knowing what will be on the other side. This is where the shadow work comes in. Everything in life has a light side as well as a dark side, the dark being the shadow. Light is what brings us strength while shadow is what gets in our own way. When it comes to astrology there are always two sides to every sign. There is a WHOLE heck of a lot that goes into astrology when it comes to the different signs, houses, planets, etc. I’m not going to get into it all but one thing to look at when facing your shadow, is your {Moon Sign}. Your Moon Sign is different from your Sun Sign, which is your main sign that you’d look at for your horoscope. And for those who don’t believe in astrology and horoscopes, that’s perfectly okay! I mean, how could everyone born between x and x day have the exact same horoscope, right? They can’t and don’t… which is why I said there is a whole heck of a lot that goes into it, and once you understand your birth chart better it really does then fall in line and make sense.

You have your Sun Sign – your identity, your Moon Sign – the soul behind your identity, and your Rising Sign – your social personality. 
The [Sun Sign] is the essence that you shine out into the world. It is how you answer the question “I am”; how you experience life and express your individuality.
The [Moon Sign] represents your subconscious and is the force behind your emotional reactions. It’s what allows you to feel joy and sorrow, pain and pleasure, and gives you insight on how to restore and nurture yourself.
The [Rising Sign] (also called Ascendant) represents your physical body and outward style, the manifestation of both your inner and outer world.

Horoscopes are just a generalization and not the true root of astrology. Literally everyone, depending on their chart, can have a bit of any sign’s characteristics. Thus is why people often brush off astrology and horoscopes. BUT! Once you understand it better, you may not feel the same skepticism as you once did!! It really is fascinating.

I am a Pisces (Sun) so I am motivated by deep emotional desires and recharge through emotional experiences. <- makes sense given how Day 1 went by reclaiming my own energy. I am a Sagittarius (Moon) so I react to changing experiences with direct action and excitement. I feel the most aligned and balanced when I am expressing confidence, ditching negative self-talk and showing my strength. <- again, SO true; look at where I am today from where I was! And I am a Cancer (Rising) which means that I am sensitive, empathetic and easily influenced by my environment. I approach life by being deeply rooted in my emotional body. <- uh, yah think?! Anyone could have told you that…

Anyway, looking at my signs, focusing on my shadow brings me back to the [dark] side of Sagittarius; and for me that’s seeking experiences and freedom for emotional security. Because Cancer and Pisces feel {so deeply}, I tend to escape, shut down, build a wall and become numb when emotions get to be too much. I subconsciously feel as though I need to run, get out of where I’m at and -do- something, anything, other than be with my feelings, because I am with my feelings all the damn time! Being a double water baby it’s no wonder my heart is on my sleeve! Getting to know and understanding your shadow will show you why you react the way you do in everyday life, you are able to see it for what it is, and gain >control< back for yourself! Rewrite the narrative, you survived x and are stronger because of it.

Day 4 took me some time. I regrettably didn’t finish on time because there was just too much going on, which also set me back for day 5. Just prior to Expedition to Soul there was a 21 day self care challenge that I completed. It was the very first time I have ever completed a challenge, doing every day on its intended day. That was [major] for me, so I did feel a little defeated when I got behind for days 4 & 5. But as I’ve learned and came to realize, with the help of The Sisters Enchanted community, everyone is on their own journey – on their own time!

So day 4 we were asked to do two visualizations (similar to mini meditations). The first one was to envision our future selves. Now that we had done the shadow work, faced the unknown and allowed ourselves to truly feel and be with our emotions. Now that we had worked on understanding the [why] we did certain things, how did we envision using our new ‘tools’ to help us moving forward? Honestly? I fell asleep attempting this one, twice… I was explaining this to my cousin, Sara and she pointed out that I saw myself well rested. Ha. All about perspective, right? However, just prior to falling asleep, and almost every other future visualization I’ve done, I see myself wrapped up in a cozy blanket, on a comfy bench or chair, by the lake at dusk with a mug of something warm to drink. I see us either moving to a smaller town with a smaller, older home right on the water – or we make it a tradition of renting a home and/or AirBnb annually. Being on/near the water has always been my go-to for comfort, my peace, my slice of ‘heaven’. You know, that whole {mermaid} soul and all.

The second visualization was to envision a talisman for yourself, a physical object to remember what this week revealed to you; to have the visual of the intention of where you want to be. Although, it’s not so much about knowing the answer of where you want to be, but rather supporting yourself as you move forward. It’s about the connection to your object. The feeling it gives you, the reminder it gives you, cultivating a way of being. The future visualization was to help us figure out how we [want] to -feel- and this talisman is to represent and remind us of that feeling, to help us get to where we want to be. On day one I was drawn to my raw emerald stone. I have never actually worked with emerald but I couldn’t put it down. That night I placed it on my nightstand and it stayed there all week. The second I started the visual activity the image of my emerald stone on my nightstand came to mind. As I continued listening to the guided visualization, it kept popping back into my mind. I knew then that this stone was meant for this quest and the perfect thing for a talisman!

Except, it didn’t feel complete. As I continued the visualization an old antique key came to mind. It reminded me of when I first fell in love with old houses, on the water. My grandfather had rented a house on the water one summer. That was the first time I saw a real {skeleton key} and have been fascinated by antique keys since! <- DUH! Of course an old key goes with the emerald – it’s literally a perfect combo for this specific talisman and this particular quest! But, what do I tie them together with? It only took a second and my heart (intuition?)  knew exactly what was needed. Growing up I took my -baby blanket- with me quite literally everywhere! My > Te-Te <! As the years went on and it started falling apart, both of my parents put away a piece knowing that one day I would want it as a keepsake. Obviously being the sentimental water baby that I am, that is as much a ‘duh’ as is [fuck yeah]! My Te-Te was everything to me, as well as my Teddy from [08. Auntie]. Until I almost lost Teddy on my honeymoon, that bear went on every vacation with me! I cut a piece of my Te-Te and wore it as an anklet at my wedding, so it is -only- fitting that I used some string from the “blanket” to secure my emerald to the old key!

Day 5 was reflecting on the week as well as learning the Five I’s, and seeing how we actually used them over the past 5 days. The Five I’s are TSE’s five steps towards having a “magical, intentional, soul-led life”. You start with your Intention. Then you Integrate your intentions into your current selves and lives. Next comes Insight from doing the hard (shadow) work by looking deep within to what’s blocking you. Then you Ideate by piecing together the different ideas and concepts you want for yourself and creating a way to ‘enchant’ your everyday life. Which then brings us to Intuit, using your intuition to know what is best for you and your own lives. The more you use the Five I’s the easier it’ll get to see what’s right for you and you’ll be able to live without unnecessary guilt. The >real< you is often hidden behind all of the -layers- of who you were led to believe you [should] be.

One of my biggest takeaways from working with The Sisters Enchanted is that it’s okay to want more, it’s okay to step into your authenticity, and it’s okay to do life differently! Initially I wanted ETS to help me better understand and trust my intuition and perceived signs. Originally as the week went on I didn’t think that was happening. But as I sat there reflecting I realized that maybe it did to some extent… I still don’t completely understand but I start to feel this excited flutter in my chest when I think of certain things, almost as though it’s my body showing me the [Queen of Wands] yelling, “yaaassss girl!!” If anything I am noticing my confidence and belief in myself because I can feel the possibilities out there. I am no longer feeling caged or defined by my health. I am just so happy and filled with excitement for what’s to come. All week as I took the time to work on my quest I lit the same candle reciting, “this is for my health, happiness and being the best me FOR me!” I finished my quest by dancing it out to Katy Perry’s “Roar” with my new affirmation:
{I am NO longer holding myself back!}

Onward!

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Twice Exceptional

“If you have an argumentative or defiant child be proud that they: are practising skills for becoming a confident leader; feel safe enough to express their views; often have advanced reasoning and logic skills; and are passionate about their points of view.” 
– Dr. Lucy Russell

Twice Exceptional, or 2E, is a term used to describe gifted children with the potential for high achievement, while also dealing with neurodivergent disabilities. Some of these disabilities may include specific learning disabilities (SpLD), speech and language disorders, emotional/behavioral disorders, physical disabilities, autism spectrum, or other impairments such as attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD)”

Both of my kids are considered 2E. They are both gifted but have different “disabilities”. <- I use quotes there because for some reason calling these “disabilities” makes my skin crawl! Leighton lightly falls on the ASD spectrum, has extreme ADHD with behavioral outbursts and severe anxiety. Where as Kellan has dealt with severe speech articulation/phonological process disorders. I myself am 2E but you know, like I was told in school, “Your IQ level is too high. It may be hard for you but you’ve learned a way to overcompensate and make it work.” [07. Ode to my Mentors] In the link above it even mentions that “giftedness is often overshadowed by disabilities, or these students may be able to mask or hide their learning deficits by using their talents to compensate.” – Yup, that was me. And the struggle was real!

I am SO thankful that we have the pediatrician that we do, as well as are in the school district that we are. SO far – they have done a great job meeting the kids’ needs! Kb has an actual iep from early intervention but we haven’t needed to set one up for Leighton, yet. I’m sure the day will come, esp. with middle school around the corner and all the added stressers that brings. He will be 9 when he starts 5th grade, is currently supposed to ride the middle school bus to 6th for math before being bussed back to elementary – but he’s taking a placement test and may end up in 7th grade for math insead. My 9 year old in a classroom of 12-13 year olds? Idfk about that!!

Having a gifted child has its challenges. As does having a neurodivergent child. Add the two of them together? I don’t think anyone could understand unless they themselves have experienced it. And even then, each child is different but there is definitely a deeper level of understanding among 2E parents. I didn’t realize how much more difficult it was until I met another 2E parent! I am SO [thankful] for her and luckily our boys are the same age! Unfortunately they are in a different school district and haven’t been as fortunate with accommodations. 🙁 BUT! Michigan is a ‘school of choice’ state and luckily for her son, he’ll be attending a different school next year where he’ll hopefully get the chance to thrive! ::fingerscrossed:: I honestly can’t wait to hear how it goes because it’s not only for gifted children, it’s a public school and therefore – FREE!! We have looked into private schools for Leighton, but figure elementary school is more for his -social- needs and we’ll see how the district does in middle school. We just can’t see paying tens of thousands of dollars for elementary school. Hell, I don’t know how we’ll do it, shall he need it at all, especially if they both do! It’s ridiculous how much getting an education costs, and don’t even get me started on college…

Leighton has been nothing but go, go, go since before he was born! He has always had his own timeline, it just so happens to be way beyond his years – an [old soul] as they say. He came out screaming and never stopped. Kidding, kind of. ::notkidding:: My pregnancy with him was hell! I was nearly bedridden the whole time. At 6 months I was hospitalized for a week due to my kidneys being taken over by stones; literally – doc said he’d never seen it so bad and it took me the next 3 years to pass them all. (Ha, just like my gallbladder. By the time I had emergency surgery to remove it, it was only working at 1%; usually they try to remove them if they’re only working around 25%! The surgeon took pictures because he had never seen anything like it. Yay me! ::MoreLikeWhyMe::) When I was 33 weeks pregnant my resting heart rate, while lying down, was in the 160s! That alone was hell! Luckily I didn’t have to suffer too much longer as Leighton decided he was done waiting to be born. At 35 weeks, 5 days he made his debut at 6lbs 11oz & 19.5in.

I had a really hard time adjusting as a new mom, as Leighton never slept more than 15 minute increments during the newborn stage. I also had a c-section and wasn’t cleared to do the stairs regularly until 12 weeks, so I either slept on the couch or a blow up mattress. He was hospitalized at 4 months due to RSV and his lungs have since been compromised and prone to developing pneumonia easily. He had such severe reflux (as well as a severe gag reflex) that he basically lived in a bib for the first year and a burp cloth became a permanent fixture upon my shoulder. Two different gastroenterologists suggested Eosinophilic Esophagitis (EE), which is an allergic condition that happens in the esophagus; the esophagus becomes inflamed and does not contract properly. It can get narrowed and develop rings or abscesses. [Sidetrack: I find irony in the two E’s] He was diagnosed as failure to thrive twice but after getting scoped even his GI doc was surprised that he did not show signs of EE!! Due to his gag reflex and top lip tie he couldn’t latch well for breastfeeding, so I exclusively pumped for 4 month and used special bottles that mimicked the breast, in hopes that he’d be able to latch one day. Which he did around 4 months and I nursed him for 15.5 months! Around a year old he wasn’t handling table food and ended up in OT for eating. Turns out his tongue was underdeveloped. At 12 months he experienced his first involuntary “breath holding spell”. A month later he experienced another but it was unlike any other he’d experience going forward. Let me tell you, having to give your own child CPR to then witness a seizure is without question one of the scariest moments you’ll ever encounter!

Involuntary breath holding spells are apparently a common phenomenon. Except, Leighton always has to go above and beyond and happened to be the worst case his pediatrician has ever encountered, as well as the neurologist’s. [Yes, we are that -(un)fortunate- to have such terrible luck, and no, I am not exaggerating when I tell you something was the “worst” according to our doctors.] There are usually tips and tricks you can do to get your child to breathe again, such as: blowing in their face/mouth, spritzing them with water, a loud toy (squeaky) noise – kind of like a shock to bring them out of it. Leighton however, never came to before passing out. Once he was going into a spell, literally nothing worked until he [came to] after losing consciousness. Kellan had his first episode when he was 3 months and let me tell you, his spells were so much worse than Leighton’s {in the moment}, however, I can count on my hands the number of times it happened to Kb. Leighton? Leighton was having episodes upwards of 10x a day+!

Any 2E parent knows how explosive their child’s behavior can get. The kid knows what they want but are too young to emotionally regulate logic. Leighton knew his alphabet, [both] upper and lower cases, by 18 months old. I don’t share that as a brag, I share that to give you an understanding of how mentally a head he was, while still barely being a toddler. Emotional development is still something he’s working on at 9 1/2; and it’s exhausting to say the least! So, we had to give in to him and try our best to not upset him, because he could flip like a switch and end up turning blue and passing out. It was terrifying to experience but after a while it became so normal that I didn’t even fret or try to prevent it. No use stressing over it knowing there really wasn’t anything I could do.

The neurologist discovered that his brain ferritin iron levels were low. He had to have special iron panel tests monthly because normal blood work showed normal levels. Yeah – getting a toddler’s blood drawn monthly is as wonderful of an experience as you’d imagine… ::SideEyesofSarcasm:: Treatment? Straight up liquid iron twice a day. Bleh, I legit gag just thinking back to those days! I really wish I would have written down some of the recipes because, I made some bomb smoothies back then to mask the flavor and get his nutrients in!! That was the -only- way I could get the iron into him, twice a day, and even then it took a while to find what really worked to hide that horrifying taste!! We went from 10+ times a day for a few months, to maybe 10 times a month for about the next 9 months. As he got older they slowed and his last one happened when he was about 3 ½ . Only then he replaced passing out with throwing up. His outbursts mimicked The Exorcist, each and every time, until he was about 7. There was no reasoning with him, he’d get so fixated that we couldn’t talk to him. There were times it truly felt that our child was possessed, it was so bad! We don’t believe in physical punishment but there were times it was [hard] to control the desire to just shut him up!

JUST as covid shut everything down, he was supposed to start therapy. Then no one would do virtual visits with him alone because he was only 7. It took a LONG time to finally find someone, and that was only after I was in contact with the school’s social worker a -few- times, practically begging. She finally made it possible because she personally felt that, [and I quote from her email] “a more intensive intervention may be more beneficial for him” instead of her doing Zoom calls with him. Uhm, I am aware he needed “more intensive intervention” but no one would take him on. That’s why I turned to the school’s social worker… for her to just say, {yeah, no.} We may have gotten him in but she could only see him every other week. Once in 14 day was not nearly enough. How can he learn proper coping skills from a professional if said skills couldn’t be reinforced regularly? Trust me lady, I’ve tried and suggested it all. When you’re dealing with a 2E child, with his level of ADHD and Anxiety, we as parent’s need help, too! She did give me a compliment that I have been doing everything right so that was reassuring but, man. It got to the point it felt like we were wasting time and money because she never got to see the [true] Leighton until the very -last- visit! He is so good at masking himself in public, which is that much more frustrating. I understand that this is his home, his safe space, but for us to be constantly met with the behavior we were, the “I don’t knows” and “I can’ts” for every excuse, we were at a total loss.

I -know- how hard it is for him living the way that he is. He hates it! He’s made remarks that he doesn’t “want to live like this.” And while I certainly don’t blame him, as a parent, that’s a very real, very scary thing to hear!! Igor and I have always been concerned about his mental health, especially as he gets older, which is again why we tried getting him help early. The kid would piss himself without giving any fks and would stay in his clothes. He legitimately didn’t care. He also never takes responsibility for himself, everything is always someone else’s fault. He even disassociates his brian/body from himself. “It wasn’t his fault, it’s his brain’s fault.” ::jiminyFreakingcrickets:: She obviously couldn’t tell us what they discussed, but she was very serious in that he [knows] what he’s doing! She didn’t believe that he really needed therapy at that point because until he is willing to listen, and {want} to change the way things are, there is no point. He is so black and white that if you say the -wrong- thing, he no longer listens to what you’re saying until he can correct you, and then claims he was never told xyz. She doesn’t believe that he wants things to be different bad enough, otherwise he’d be making the effort. Of course she wasn’t trying to tell us how to parent, but that he is [stable/safe?] enough for us to start “cracking the whip”, figuratively speaking.

So yeah, one of the fun things we learned about 2E children is that they are – MaSteR- >manipulators<!! Don’t get me wrong, they still struggle which is why he is medicated. BUT! They understand their conditions enough to know how to use them to their advantage. And let me tell ya, it’s been a fucking exhausting 9 ½ years!!!

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19. No Frenemies Here

“Friendship can be found in the most unlikely places if you’re willing to open your heart.”
– Lisa Currie

In [18. This Ain’t a Fairytale] I mentioned that while I didn’t care that Kevin had lied to me, I did ultimately end up caring in the end for reasons you wouldn’t expect.

Somewhere in the earlier months of 2009, I received an instant message from someone I never expected. Someone I genuinely hated at one point in time. I mean, I named my Mom’s deformed guppies (the ones that were so inbred they looked like the letter S) after this person… ::cringes:: – Hey, I was young and upset and feel terrible now looking back, while still finding it a bit hilarious because this person ended up becoming one of my really good friends. You know the friendships where you can go months, even years without really speaking or seeing one another and it’s as if -no- time has passed at all, you’re still just as connected? Who knew that a friendship like that could blossom out of the ashes of prior circumstances!?! 

The instant message I received was asking about the last time I had spoken to Kevin, as he apparently had saved photos of me on his computer. At this point Igor and I were back together and I didn’t know when I last spoke to him, but was honest about that previous fall. This conversation led to a luncheon to discuss everything. A luncheon with someone I’d easily have put money down in favor of never happening. I suppose it’s a good thing I don’t gamble, right?

If you haven’t figured out who I’m talking about yet, meet Kim; the girl who initially came between Kevin and I, and ultimately the cause of the final collapse of mine and Kevin’s friendship all together. 

See, when Kev first started texting me while I was in Seattle (that previous August), he and Kim were still together. And I knew that. At first we were just catching up, that then led to reminesting and [innocent] flirting. However, flirting with someone knowing that they are in a relationship, no matter how “innocent” it may seem, is >never< okay and I fully admit my wrong doing!! At the time though I really didn’t care because, well, it was Kevin and I certainly wasn’t a Kim fan to begin with. As time went on his texts weren’t as innocent, with follow up replies such as, “What Mama don’t know won’t hurt.” – Yeah, no, I put off hanging out.

Knowing our history, I didn’t want to be in a situation where feelings took over, taking things too far while he was in another relationship. Because, in order of staying truthful I have to admit that it wouldn’t have been the first time, and I swore to him I wouldn’t be that girl again. Not after what I went through with Christopher. [13. Survivor] I couldn’t be the cause of that type of pain for someone else, no matter what my feelings were towards them! Kev and I were magnets to one another, like an addiction; he was my drug and it was easier(safer?) just maintaining distance. Neither of us had the control to stop things in the past and by allowing that to happen, it sent him down that type of path for future relationships. <- Though I do not take blame for that, his actions were(are) his own; I was just the beginning. I don’t know what really went down between them for him to tell me they broke up, but he was very convincing which is why I finally agreed to hanging out…

He was back living with his parents; talk about deja vu! Though, I have to admit it felt damn good hearing how excited his mother was when she -thought- she heard my voice, only to come running with open arms like a giddy school girl who hadn’t seen their best friend in a week! His mom and I had a special bond, she used to tell me to come by for a drink or just to hang out even when Kev and I weren’t together. Of course I never took her up on it, but it was nice knowing she still cared about me! When my mom moved I came across a VHS of his kindergarten graduation that must have gotten lost in the shuffle of day to day, way back when. I mailed it to her with a note expressing how as a mother myself, I know how special these memories are and that it was only right that she get it back. I never heard anything so I can only hope she actually received it, ha. ::crossesfingers::

As I said, we were magnets towards one another, or rather a moth to a flame may be a more accurate metaphor. We were just hanging out, laughing and the next thing I knew he leaned over and kissed me. And like I admitted in [18. This Ain’t a Fairytale] ‘I was in total shock. And confused. Oh, so, so confused!’ He sat back and apologized. I smiled and told him it was fine; not a big deal, only for him to then lean in again…oy. Based on what I mentioned above, how was it that it ended there? I’d like to say maturity but in truth I honestly don’t know what would have happened had I not received a phone call, pulling me back into reality. ::FaceMeetHandsHidingInShame:: That phone call? That phone call was the source of my utter confusion at that moment. Why? Because it was Igor asking if he could stay over. He had just finished soccer, was really tired and didn’t think he’d make the hour+ drive back home safely. Obviously I couldn’t say no to that, no way would I be the cause of him risking his safety! So, Kevin and I awkwardly said our goodbyes and I headed home.

Oooookay, fast forward to that luncheon with Kim… When she told me that her and Kevin had still been together, [girl code] set in! She didn’t deserve it, she needed to know the truth. Even if that meant risking and losing someone who was quite literally in my life from ages 8-21. It could also once again be synchronicity that I was forthcoming because by doing so, it was the final fall for Kev and I. Whether I knew it {sub}consciously or not, telling Kim everything was for the best, as it allowed for that [major] chapter in my life to finally come to an end! As much as I loved him, our relationship was toxic and it took me a long time to see it. 

She didn’t know the extent of our relationship, just that I was the ‘ex-girlfriend’. All of my -hatred- for her wasn’t her fault; she was just as in the dark in the beginning as I was at the end. Sitting there that day, I came to realize what an incredible person she really was! She never once blamed me and from that day forward, she was who’s side I was on. It took her some time to really see the toxicity of their relationship as well, but ultimately she found the right guy!! It’s amazing how life works out – to go from hating someone to becoming such good friends you attend each other’s weddings? I honestly never would have thought it possible! Obviously she too falls under the “after high school most noteworthy” from [Friendships pt. 2] but -our- story required so much more to be explained. 

After I first went public with my blog she messaged me in awe over my strength to tell my story. As a social worker she knows how hard it is speaking your truth and expressed how proud of me she was. She also admitted that the [09. First Love] post put her in “all kinds of feels” stating: “I am so sorry I caused so much pain for you at that time! I had no idea. But I will NEVER forget meeting you for the first time for lunch at Max and Ermas. ❤️ There will always be this beautiful connection and bond with us and I’m so grateful for how sweet and kind and embracing you were to me, when you had absolutely no reason to be.”

The thing is, she’s right, I had absolutely no reason to be but you know what? She also has absolutely >nothing< to apologize for!!! I am so grateful for our friendship and the strength we both developed leaning on one another for support! Like the quote above says, friendship really -can- be found in the most unlikely of places!

**Love & miss you, Kimmy! Let’s get the boys out on their first boat ride this summer & maybe even teach them to fish! I know you’re the girl to call! 😉 Maybe they’ll even be lucky enough to find an owl ring for themselves, haha!**

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18. This Ain’t a Fairytale

“I’m a hopeless romantic and I believe that you can find love in many different places and be very conflicted. I’ve discovered as I’ve grown up that life is far more complicated than you think it is when you’re a kid. It isn’t just a straightforward fairytale.”
– Rachel McAdams

I left off with Igor and I, having the most amazing NYE entering into 2009. <3 [16. Year One] The next morning? Let’s just say… there were earthshattering bombs upon my heart, when revelations came to light. Remember when I had said that we had both been keeping some things to ourselves? Yeah, mine had come out earlier but Igor probably would have kept his to himself even longer, had he not [slipped] and said something that led to more questions and prying of answers. You know when you catch someone guilty of something and they don’t know how to respond because they don’t want to lie but also don’t want to talk about it? We entered into that exact type of situation.

Turns out, “Mr. I’m Not Looking To Date” had actually been on a [few] dates just within the 2-3 months prior. ::boom;heartbreak:: all the while I believed we were getting closer, especially after seeing Wicked. Talk about having your cake and eating it, too (at the expense of your “best friend”)! I walked away from him and locked myself in the bathroom and just bawled my eyes out. I have no idea how long I was actually in there but, homeboy stayed in my room the entire time. When I was composed enough and able to, I kicked him out. I told him that I was so thrown, shocked, not to mention the feelings of betrayal. It was too much! I expressed that, at that point in time, I didn’t know if we could even be friends. I needed him to go and leave me alone. To give me a few weeks and maybe then I’d be able to talk. At least I wasn’t the only one in tears as he walked out the door. I’m glad he felt bad because I didn’t deserve being treated like that!!

So what was I keeping to myself? The fact that Kevin [09. First Love] started texting me again while I was in Seattle. Him and that girl who came between us were ‘broken up’ and it felt nice having the distraction for the both of us. However, by mid-late November I came forward with the truth when I -thought- Igor and I were legitimately becoming something more serious again. Kevin had kissed me and it left me in a total mind fk. In fact, my [Dear Cuz] post – she is who I called right after I got home because I was in total shock. And confused. Oh, so, so confused! Like, I was madly in love with Igor but this was Kevin. It had -always- been Kevin… >prior< to meeting Igor that is. So, that’s when I came forward and told him. I felt it was only fair that he knew the truth because we were technically still “broken up” but our relationship was so much more. However, I needed to know if it was finally time to let him go and allow myself to continue talking to someone I had over 12 years of history with!

Wouldn’t you think that would have been the perfect time to confess about his talking to other women and actually going on a few different dates? I mean, you’d think so, right? No, but you see, it was shortly after my honesty of Kevin kissing me that the Wicked tickets were presented to me. This time, it seemed as though my ‘doing the right thing’ by telling the truth of kissing another guy was in my favor. I stopped communicating with Kevin the way we had been and put the friendship boundary back up. Joke was on me though, apparently Kev and his girlfriend had been fighting but never actually broke up. From Aug. – Nov. I was being played by 2 different guys I had loved so deeply. By the time I had found out about Kev, Igor and I were actually back together and I honestly didn’t care. It was a nice distraction and familiar comfort. Although, I -did- end up {caring} but not for the reasons you would think… In fact, you’ll likely be shocked when I finally explain why that is, I know most of my friends and family were! Ha.

Okay, back to my Isgees. Not talking to him that second day destroyed me. How could just 2 nights ago have been one of the best nights we’d ever had? Laughing until our bellies hurt from playing the game Mad Gab. Such unspoken love (hell, even verbally expressed love) and connection from just a simple touch or eye contact. I had been through some shit [13. Survivor], but this one hurt more than anything else. By day three I couldn’t take it and sent him a text. Just 2 simple words as a reminder of the fun we had NYE: “mash ews”. He replied with a smiley face and “good imes”. <-not a typo, ‘imes’ is correct. That was that. I think we spoke once on the phone around day 5 or 6 for just a few minutes but that was the last time we spoke until day 10. To go from talking multiple times a day, every day, to once in almost 2 weeks. Yeah, it sucked!! 

January 10th, 2009 – Michigan decided to have a sweet ice storm unexpectedly. While it snowed, a lot, nothing really accumulated, just made for terrrrrible driving conditions. I mention this because I recieved what seemed to be an [urgent] phone call from Igor, wondering if I had anything going on that day, seeing if he could come over. That he -had- to talk to me!! He lived in White Lake at the time, which is a sold 30-40 minutes on a good day, depending on time of day. I obviously asked him if he was crazy because there was >no way< I would want him driving in those conditions, especially given the distance!! I told him I appreciated it but that we’d talk another day.

But see, the thing about Mom’s house was that the door was always open for those to come in. Rarely did someone knock on the door and wait to be let in, once they’ve been given the permission of just coming and going. Seeing as how often Igor had been staying over, that same “rule” had always applied to him.  A little over an hour after hanging up with him, Mom and I had one heck of a scare when Tanner (my dear beloved pup [rip]) barked and quickly ran to the door. Low and behold: Igor P. (<- Soo quick funny story; P. is not even his initial. Mom had come across this website that listed likely known family members and we were just putzing around one evening. In looking up Igor, everything associated with his family,  his correct age, old addresses – everything was listed as Igor P. It quickly became a joke/nickname for years to come. BUT!! The best part? We have actually gotten mail for “Igor P.” and I about die laughing every time! Haha.)

I was shocked! Excited but also… mad. I had so many feelings but ultimately I was happy to see him; I really did miss him. So whyy did he find it absolutely necessary to head over during an ice storm? What was SO urgent that he couldn’t wait? He made plans for us to go ice skating. He had even planned on stopping to get flowers but the roads were worse than he thought and decided not to take that extra time/risk. Huh? I had been talking about wanting to go ice skating for a while at that point and he had never been. I myself had only been once years prior with an old friend. I loved it and always wanted to go again. He found a place that had open skate not too far from Mom’s house and wanted to take me. I repeat, huh?! I was so confused, you could tell he was nervous, I didn’t really know what to think at that point. I asked him why and didn’t he initially want to talk? Like, I just told you less than 2 weeks ago I didn’t even know if I could be your friend, to give me time and yet here you are with this grand gesture? WTF is going on?!!

We sat down in the livingroom where he proceeded to tell me that the past 10 days were hell for him. The thought of me not being a part of his life was not a feeling he ever wanted to face again. During the days of not talking he had a lot of time to reflect on the past 10 months and realized that he had -never- been happier in his life. That I have brought out the best in him, saw him for who he really was, respected him, opened his eyes to a world he never imagined with feelings he never knew were possible. When he pictured his future – all of the good, the bad, the adventures, the day to day of daily life, [ I ] was who he saw beside him. I was the person he knew >without a shadow of doubt<, the person meant to be in his life, {for good}!! He was very naive and inexperienced at first and it took him time to see that. This was the first real big decision he made for [himself] that he no longer allowed his parents’ thoughts/feelings to have any influence over. It was -me- he loved. It was -me- he wanted. It was -me- that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. So, if I could find it in my heart to forgive him, he wanted to right his wrongs and officially be together again. ::CueTearsJustThinkingAboutIt:: I accepted his apology and we had an incredible time ice skating.

Now I can say: “from that day forward they lived happily ever after. <3”

Well, in terms of being together at least. Life’s a rollercoaster and happiness isn’t [always] the feeling of the moment, but together we’ll ride the ride until the end, hand in hand.