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I shakily rolled the window down. I tried to put on my game face, but I was a puddle, tears falling and my whole being splayed open.
Mom said, “Honey. I’m so sorry you are hurting this much. Did anything new happen?”
I looked up at her, this woman who had faithfully loved me and raised me and wanted so much for my life to go back to “normal,” and said, “I saw an attorney. I can’t do this anymore.”
In the darkest of my numbing, I retreated. There were only a couple of people who knew how much I was really hurting, and for them, no words will ever be enough thanks.
But for everyone else, I shared a different side. I was them, so I could exist. And if they were hopeful, I would try to be hopeful. If they were judgmental, I would defend and try to make them see. Or I would accept defeat, and silence myself completely.
I shut down to the deepest bindings of the pain, so for a moment, I could appear normal. I could appear as they needed me to.
The shutting down protects our own hearts, in ways and in moments. I shut down so well that I didn’t cry actual tears in front of most humans for a few years. I protected myself so well that I became robotic, almost sub-human, moving but never really feeling.
And for the people in my life closest to me, I let most parts out. But I was still a version of myself back then. Always a version, but never fully whole.
This meant on that day in a church parking lot, after nearly a year of back and forth between my family and me in the unraveling of my life, was the first day my mom saw me cry.
After speaking the unimaginable words to her, this woman, full of faith and conviction, I bowed my head in shame and sorrow, and I wept. For the first time in a very long time, I had no strength left for the pretending.
What was she going to say? Think? I was ready. I was prepping myself for shame. For guilt. For the shutting down that would follow.
She reached out, squeezed my arm, tears in her eyes, and said, “Okay. Okay. I’m just done trying to figure this out or fix this. I love you. I love you. And I am here. We are here.”
Shocked to my core, I stopped crying, looked up at her with swollen eyes, and said, “Okay. Thank you, mama.”
Relief and comfort washed over me like a warm blanket.
That one exchange may have saved my life.
She didn’t know it, but she showed up for me in that moment in a way I’ll never be able to convey. In that moment, she made a decision to love me more than she wanted to fix it. To make it “good.” She decided she was done trying to convince me of all the ways I could save this, or make it work, or hold on. She decided she was simply going to be my mom, hold me, and love me. And she not only decided for herself. She decided our whole family was now in this, together, with me. All on her own, she shaped the course of our future for healing.
So much lifted in that singular moment in the parking lot.
Sometimes the people we love don’t need our fixing. They don’t need our solutions. Sometimes their pain is so deep and wide they can’t see the sky or the moon or the sun, much less the forest for the trees.
Sometimes this is the only option: love.
In the love is the only option moments, the world shifts. The stars align once more. Breathing is easier. Being is easier. The weight lifts. You can feel it.
Love brings with it hope.
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I’ve been where you are…..I thought my world was turned upside down. My fear and the unknown was overwhelming. My heart had been breaking in little pieces for a long time, so the only emotions I had left for the breakup of my marriage was sadness and loneliness. I had been an at home mom for 8 years and all of a sudden I had to move across the country to live with family and try to get back into the workforce in order to support myself and my two children. It’s important to take one little step at a time. There’s no time table for your healing, as you are learning to deal with the new person you are becoming. You will develop the strength to no longer allow certain situations or toxic people in your life and will wonder why it took you so long. It takes each of us the time it takes to find our new self and the new world we will live. Once I walked through my journey, I realized I was a survivor and I would be able to take on whatever life throws my way….and I have. You will too. Know you are not alone, there’s thousands of us out here.
Yes, there really are, Margaret. Thank you for sharing part of your story here. Means so much to me to connect with you and others!
So good to have support, acceptance and care in your life, especially during the lowest times. Bless you.
Thank you, Rose! Bless you right back!
Your blog name it, “Perfectly Imperfect.” May love heel and may you find light increasing each day. God does not wear a watch.. there is no time line for healing. Let yourself be loved. Bless you ~ Cynthia
Thank you, Cynthia. It’s been four years, and writing this book in this way, all out of order and telling the stories from back then and the new stories of what is happening now is so much fun, and so rewarding. Thank you for reading!
Sounds like you are blessed to have a very special Mom ♥
I really, really do. :). Thank you for reading, Lee!