And I Am Loneliness; Loneliness I Am.
Oh Why o Why did I set myself up for this again??!! Please Tell Me, someone! (rhetorical)
Why didn't I stay the happier orphan that I was?? I was achieving real peace and contentment as a FOO-less woman. I was free from being abused and neglected by my family of origin. I was able to not feel as much how they withhold their love from me. Like they have for as long as I can remember. It was always a rotation, a steady rotation of them showing me their love then withholding their love. The emphasis was on the withholding which always happened more than the showing.
I look at my college daughters and I learn what it's like to have a steady, uninterrupted flow of love; love was never withheld for them or from them. That's how I know that kind of love exists for me. My FOO doesn't withhold love from one another, but for some reason they can't see that they do that to me.
I'm smart, and I know nothing is going to change in this lifetime... yet at the same time I'm dumb because I did actually expect things to feel differently this time on account of my successfully resolving our soul contracts. Clearly, I am uneducated about what that means and how it would look and feel.
Or, maybe I'm mistaken about them being resolved??
Mostly About My FOO (family of origin), And My Recovery From Them -- "If you know your mother doesn't tell you the truth, don't keep acting like she does." ~ Iyanla Vanzant "If you know that your father has a tendency to not honor his word, don't keep trusting he's going to do what he says he's going to do (just) because he's your father." ~ Iyanla Vanzant
2016 Update: I care more about this blog than I do that "they" can read it, otherwise I'd stop writing it and create a new one. As long as they finally leave me and my little family alone, there should be no problem, even though I requested that they don't read it. Since they have no interest in my writing, I'm probably safe. I hope so hard they will finally respect our wishes of no contact. I care so much about telling the truth and bringing healing. I fought my entire life to bring communication, truth, and healing to my FOO. There's nothing left to fight for so I have given up, at age 59. I can now only bring healing to myself and other survivors through my words. I finally went back to work on my heart-wrenching memoir that I wrote in 2012 that I originally wrote for them as my last Hope of getting my beloved family of origin and relatives back. But, There Are None So Blind As Those Who Will Not See