findingfawn
04-24-2008, 06:03 PM
I have quickly come to love all of you here, and tend to take your thoughts and feelings to heart.. so now I need some of your thoughts and feelings bestowed upon me, please.
Before I even begin I must warn this post will most likely be long and rambling, but I know someone here will have just the right advice for me, if not many of you!
I have to start a bit in my past.. My oldest son's biological father was very very abusive, both physically and mentally. I was with him for 9 years.. from the time I was a junior in highschool I lived with him. My mom was moving away and I chose to stay here to be with him (stupid move, I know) and to finish school here as well. When I moved in with him my mom had made a comment.. one I took way too litterally I guess. She told me that I had made my bed and now I needed to lay in it. I really thought that she meant that no matter what, even though we weren't married, once I made the decision to move in with him I had to stay there. What gave me that idea, I'll never know... my mom had been married and divorced 3 times and had had a few thousand (ok, not that many) boyfriends by that time. When I was 21 I got pregnant with my son, and then I really felt even though life was horrible that I now had an obligation to stay there and try to make the best life I could for my son... stupid move number 2!! I put up with being treated like life revolved around this @$$, and everything I said or did had to please him. I tried to put up with it all and suck it up like a big girl. By the time my son was 3 I couldn't take anymore. I took my son and moved in with my mom (who had eventually moved back to the area) for a while, but in her tiny 2 bedroom trailer.. and by tiny I really mean it, it's from like the 60s or 70s... it was just too crowded with she and my sister. The sofa was not too comfortable sharing it with a 3 year old..lol. I ended up going back.. after all I was paying the rent on the house, in fact I payed pretty much everything. Things went from bad to worse when I went back and eventually he beat me the worst he ever had... I took my son and fled to a friends house that had a way for me to hide my jeep and we stayed there for about 2 weeks while all the bruises healed. I was so messed up that time I had to take a week and a half off of work, I worked in a convience store and just couldn't handle all my customers seeing me that way. I eventually went back to the house, and made him move out. I then let him come back but he had his own room. I had some well laid out plans and was buying my time. A few weeks after he came back, my plans were ready to be put into action. I had a truck at the ready and without much notice I took everything that was mine or my sons and I left. I moved in with a friend from work and swore off men... but then that didn't last either. Hubby came into my store about 2 weeks after I had moved out for good and 2 nights later we went out after work and the rest is pretty much history. Hubby and I had gone to school together and he had started asking me out when we were in 10th grade.. sadly he was one of the "good boys" and I just had to have a jerk! From our first date on, we were pretty much inseperatable. We have a bond like no other! We usually know what the other is thinking, although he is better at reading my mind than I am at reading his. He really is wonderful and I knew that he was totally the kind of guy I had dreamed of. Best of all he accepted my son, and even helped me fight for custody... then we fought to get my ex to sign off his rights, which he finally did. Hubby adopted Garrett in 2006.
Anyway.. where am I going with all of this?? What do I need help with? Well before my ex, I was a very calm person. I had all the patience in the world and was very fun and loved to be goofy. Sadly that wasn't allowed so I eventually became pretty much a shell of who I once was. I know now that my hubby would never treat me the way I was treated in the past, but I still can't get the huge walls knocked down that I have built. I am constantly serious about everything. I'm overly critical of the kids and what they do. I don't want to be like this anymore. I want to be fun for my kids to be around, I don't want them to grow up thinking that I am always mean or yelling or whatever. I just don't know how to let go and relax. Hubby and I have been together for.. well it was 5 years in Feb, this Oct. will be our 5th wedding anniversary. You would think by now I would be totally at ease with him and our life as it is (which is totally wonderful!!!), but I just can't let my gaurd down.
So what advice do you all have for me? I really want to know how to let go and chill out a bit. Please help!
Thanks to all of you!!
Before I even begin I must warn this post will most likely be long and rambling, but I know someone here will have just the right advice for me, if not many of you!
I have to start a bit in my past.. My oldest son's biological father was very very abusive, both physically and mentally. I was with him for 9 years.. from the time I was a junior in highschool I lived with him. My mom was moving away and I chose to stay here to be with him (stupid move, I know) and to finish school here as well. When I moved in with him my mom had made a comment.. one I took way too litterally I guess. She told me that I had made my bed and now I needed to lay in it. I really thought that she meant that no matter what, even though we weren't married, once I made the decision to move in with him I had to stay there. What gave me that idea, I'll never know... my mom had been married and divorced 3 times and had had a few thousand (ok, not that many) boyfriends by that time. When I was 21 I got pregnant with my son, and then I really felt even though life was horrible that I now had an obligation to stay there and try to make the best life I could for my son... stupid move number 2!! I put up with being treated like life revolved around this @$$, and everything I said or did had to please him. I tried to put up with it all and suck it up like a big girl. By the time my son was 3 I couldn't take anymore. I took my son and moved in with my mom (who had eventually moved back to the area) for a while, but in her tiny 2 bedroom trailer.. and by tiny I really mean it, it's from like the 60s or 70s... it was just too crowded with she and my sister. The sofa was not too comfortable sharing it with a 3 year old..lol. I ended up going back.. after all I was paying the rent on the house, in fact I payed pretty much everything. Things went from bad to worse when I went back and eventually he beat me the worst he ever had... I took my son and fled to a friends house that had a way for me to hide my jeep and we stayed there for about 2 weeks while all the bruises healed. I was so messed up that time I had to take a week and a half off of work, I worked in a convience store and just couldn't handle all my customers seeing me that way. I eventually went back to the house, and made him move out. I then let him come back but he had his own room. I had some well laid out plans and was buying my time. A few weeks after he came back, my plans were ready to be put into action. I had a truck at the ready and without much notice I took everything that was mine or my sons and I left. I moved in with a friend from work and swore off men... but then that didn't last either. Hubby came into my store about 2 weeks after I had moved out for good and 2 nights later we went out after work and the rest is pretty much history. Hubby and I had gone to school together and he had started asking me out when we were in 10th grade.. sadly he was one of the "good boys" and I just had to have a jerk! From our first date on, we were pretty much inseperatable. We have a bond like no other! We usually know what the other is thinking, although he is better at reading my mind than I am at reading his. He really is wonderful and I knew that he was totally the kind of guy I had dreamed of. Best of all he accepted my son, and even helped me fight for custody... then we fought to get my ex to sign off his rights, which he finally did. Hubby adopted Garrett in 2006.
Anyway.. where am I going with all of this?? What do I need help with? Well before my ex, I was a very calm person. I had all the patience in the world and was very fun and loved to be goofy. Sadly that wasn't allowed so I eventually became pretty much a shell of who I once was. I know now that my hubby would never treat me the way I was treated in the past, but I still can't get the huge walls knocked down that I have built. I am constantly serious about everything. I'm overly critical of the kids and what they do. I don't want to be like this anymore. I want to be fun for my kids to be around, I don't want them to grow up thinking that I am always mean or yelling or whatever. I just don't know how to let go and relax. Hubby and I have been together for.. well it was 5 years in Feb, this Oct. will be our 5th wedding anniversary. You would think by now I would be totally at ease with him and our life as it is (which is totally wonderful!!!), but I just can't let my gaurd down.
So what advice do you all have for me? I really want to know how to let go and chill out a bit. Please help!
Thanks to all of you!!