For as long as I can remember, I have been Christian in "Moulin Rouge". Driven by my, "ridiculous obsession with love."
For as long as I can remember, romantic relationships have been the thing. The quest for love has consumed, been the most desired, what I want most, the ultimate goal, and I (mostly) haven't thought twice about it, it simply was. But, if love's the thing, and the ultimate goal, that means I've put my ultimate happiness and measure of success in someone, and something else, for as long as I can remember.
With that gone, I am left up to my own devices to find out what else brings me joy.
I have spent the majority of my adult life in one long-term relationship after another, with virtually no breaks in between, from the time I was 19, until three years ago. You do the math. Married to two different people, yet spanning a decade total, I spent a part of my 20's and the better part of my 30's as someone's wife, in someone else's house, or working towards that, with someone else supporting me, and often, willingly giving to them the prime position...right at the helm to steer my ship.
I had two drastically different married experiences, for a whole bunch of reasons, but there were often times that I longed for what I didn't have. There were unsettled bits, flashes of longing for the lives I didn't choose, and the occasional pang that something still wasn't satisfied within me. I could never pinpoint it.
Those days are long behind me, and when I became a mom, all of the longing, the wondering, the restlessness, all but sealed up.
I also think about how even though I say I was single for the last three years, I truly wasn't for majority of that time. I was in a relationship with a court case. It was all consuming, and nearly killed me. I have only recently began to dip my toe in the pool of trust that I can relax, and flourish into a newfound life.
When I glimpse my strength, I am so full and satisfied with my ability to provide, and take care of myself, to do all the things I was made to feel I could never do...but also have emphasis on new aspects with my life and self, I am still re-shuffling, re-prioritizing, entire. Things are still shifting into place, and in many ways, I am only at the beginning of seeing where they will land.
This time leaves me to really figure it out, what I want, rather than choose what was really available and presenting itself, because now there is nothing to present, other than what I am creating.
It is a waiting game of learning, discovery, and being hopeful that life will still surprise me.
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Jul 19, 2020
He came back. He didn't stay.
He came back. He didn't stay.
He said he loved me. Still. After all this time.
He said he was still obsessed with me.
He said nothing and no one matches the intensity he felt with me. He said he missed being "the hot couple". He said he missed being with someone who turned heads when we entered a room. He said he wanted to take me on a date. He did. He said he wanted to take me to Vegas. He didn't. He said a lot of other things, some of which did, and did not happen.
He said he was still obsessed with me.
He said he loved me. Still. After all this time.
And still, he did not choose me.
You can have a top spot in a heart, and still be denied.
He came back. He didn't stay.
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He said he loved me. Still. After all this time.
He said he was still obsessed with me.
He said nothing and no one matches the intensity he felt with me. He said he missed being "the hot couple". He said he missed being with someone who turned heads when we entered a room. He said he wanted to take me on a date. He did. He said he wanted to take me to Vegas. He didn't. He said a lot of other things, some of which did, and did not happen.
He said he was still obsessed with me.
He said he loved me. Still. After all this time.
And still, he did not choose me.
You can have a top spot in a heart, and still be denied.
He came back. He didn't stay.
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