Thank you for the supportive comments in response to my last blog entry. I mailed the letter on Tuesday. It’s now Thursday evening. It will probably arrive in their mailbox tomorrow. I included my address (though in hindsight, was that such a good idea? Thoughts of crazed old men furious that I upset their wives have been dancing through my head), but I have no idea if I’ll receive a reply. I wouldn’t blame Gwen if she didn’t. What is she supposed to say? I’m sorry that my husband is a sick fuck and I never realized it? So sorry for abuse that happened over a decade ago that had nothing to do with me? Gah.
I’m trying to put it out of my head and focus on more positive things. I don’t like to dwell on things. I feel better knowing that what happened is on paper, and that she’ll know. I think/hope that’s enough for me, that it’s the closure I need to move past what happened. God I hope so. I’m tired of the random triggers, the random dreams. Get out of my life. That it happened was bad enough. Reliving it through my memories and dreams just seems to be like rubbing salt in the wound.
Anyway. It’s September. Whoo. That means summer (the season I hate second only to spring. I hate spring because it’s a shitty teaser of the heat and humidity that’s to come.) is ending, and fall will be here! I love fall. It is absolutely my most favorite season. I’d seriously be happy as a pig in crap if I lived in a climate where the high temp didn’t go past 60°, and the low temp didn’t drop below 30° or so. Seriously, does a place with that kind of climate exist? If so, sign me up!
*bounce* Less than two weeks until the kids go back to preschool! Ryan may be enrolled in two different preschools. The “normal” one, and then a special developmental one that has been recommended by the agency that did his three year evaluation (to summarize the tl;dr: he’s still autistic, and still needs plenty of therapeutic support).
I’m typing this from my bedroom. I begged Dan to disassemble my desk so that I could have it in the bedroom. Yes, you read that right: it had to be disassembled. Not so much so that it could be moved, but that so it could fit through the doorway. It’s a corner desk with a width of 47″ and a depth of 30″ or so. Needless to say, it wouldn’t go through. I know, I tried.
So, Dan took it apart (thank you sweets! *mwah*), I helped him move the two separate pieces into the bedroom, and then he put it back together. That didn’t seem to take too long. What took for-freaking-ever was putting my desktop computer back together along with all its accessories. Desktop computer + two printers + speakers + webcam + camera, Nikon battery and iPod docks + two external hard drives + print server + network hub = A LOT OF CORDS.
I’m also enjoying the scents of Soy Delites candles and some new childrens clothes. The company behind Soy Delites sent me two large candles and a variety of little tea light candles to try it, and they all smell absolutely HEAVENLY! I’ve only actually lit the pomegranate one, but the others smell divine even unlit. I can’t wait to try them all. :D
So I’m happy. I have a quieter place to run off to every now and again, and our living room is suddenly a lot larger. Heh. Good thing, too, since we’re probably getting a sofa upgrade soon, and we’re going to need the additional space for it + our furniture arrangement plans!
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I meant to comment on the previous entry, but I was at work. *hugs from that day* *hugs from today*
That you went through all that and came out as amazing as you are is a testament to your strength. That said, it might help you put this behind to go through therapy since this clearly still bothers you. The letter is an amazing step. Whether or not you hear anything, you did what you could do to protect her and other children from that despicable person.
I think you did a good thing sending the letter. If I was in her position, I’d want to know the truth. I hope this allows you to get some closure *hugs*
Hehe, Dan moving your desk reminds me of when we got our washing machine and my dad had to take off the door to get it in! One of the reasons I don’t want to move again for awhile, it will be hard to get it back out!
Here we have amazing weather 3/4 of the year- mild winters, lovely autumn and spring, but then we get heatwaves over 100F during summer! Bad tradeoff. But I’m used to the dry heat, I’m tough! Heh.
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You do have to be prepared for this to cause problems, perhaps this women might go on the defensive and be all like “not my husband – you liein women!” even if she does write back – though I am sure that if this is not something that she is aware of it might make her open her eyes to start questioning her husband… *hugs* I wish you all the best, and you are so brave. You followed though with something I am sure you have thought about doing for a long time, most people would just stop at writing the letter and not mailing it out … I really hope this brings you closure!
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It’s pretty awesome that you sent that letter I think. I wouldn’t have been able to do that. I’m not sure I would have put my address anywhere on there though. Of course these days if you could find them I’m sure it’s probably easy enough for them to find you or your Mom.
The weather you described is basically Northern California. With the exception that winters pretty much consist of rain every day. I’d love to have that weather no matter where I was.
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Is there a chance she might contact your mom about it?
I hope it helps you get over the feelings you have. You are so much more calm about stuff like that than I’d ever be. If it was me I’d have driven to the house, beat on the door till he answered and yelled in his face. But I’ve never been very level headed.. heh
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