Sunday was the day.The day that he was supposed to come here. The day that the boxes on the calendar had slowly been ticking down to. The day that Girl was going to remove the albatross from her neck and swim freely away, wave diving until she reached her destination. Except he didn't show. Again. And this time, Girl wasn't sitting on the porch, waiting until it was dark, letting hope linger until it was simply too late for anymore headlights to go by. Girl and I spent the day remembering what it was that we had loved so dearly about Boy. His friendship. There are things you expect of lovers. Lovers might up and leave when you find that, somehow, beyond belief, you are carrying their child within you. Lovers might slip away in the dark of the night and not be heard from again. Friends? Those are not things you expect of friends. His companionship. His companionship? Or companionship in general?The way he made me laugh. Remember, that day, on your knees, in the hospital chapel? When Little A quit breathing again and they pushed you out of the room? When you weren't sure you'd ever smile again, let alone laugh? Where was he, then, exactly? He was on a boat, laughing, in the sun, with a different girl, getting sunburned and ignoring the calls of Little A's godfather, telling him to get to the hospital to give blood for a transfusion. His loyalty. Really? I said that? I thought that?I loved him. I did. But I don't anymore. I love Little A. And I love Big A. And, finally, I think I love myself enough to let go of what once was (or wasn't) and look face first to what lies ahead. Because, honestly, for the first time in a long time, I think it's good. I smiled wistfully when I hugged Girl, breathing deeply to take her in one last time. Then I let her go, and watched until she was out of sight. I'm sure she's where she wanted to be, dancing in a roofless bar, stars above her. That's where she belongs. And I'm where I want to be. Here and now, stars above me as well. It's just taken me a long time to see that while Girl and I share the same sky, we don't need to share the same sun. Goodbye, Girl.
Thank you for writing this.
Love to the woman who lets her fly.
Love to the family, so full of life.
Love.
I'm glad you know how much you deserve to be loved. Cause you do.
Thanks for sharing this journey with us.
Goodbye girl.
(((hugs)))
Incredible, yet again. You do deserve so much, but not that. I'm glad you had the strength to realize it.
It's the waiting that's hard.
I raised two kids alone until I met PC and we were fine. They knew they were the center of the universe just like they were supposed to be. There was never any waiting and wondering for someone else to love them.
I was raised by parents who divorced when I was four and I was the girl who was ready two hours early and sat on the steps waiting for a father who was inevitably two hours late. And my father wasn't even ambivalent he loved us but we probably weren't the center of any universe we could discern.
Little A deserves all that she has: YOU and Big A and the certain knowlege that everyone in her universe loves her.
YOU deserve someone who can step in and step up and love all of you that much.
Like Not A Princess, I've raised two children on my own until I met GH, and if I can get through, You certainly can.
You have a beautiful heart, magical words and a powerful soul. Most importantly, you have little A :)
Oh my. I hate to say it, but I'm strangely glad that it turned out this way. That man clearly wasn't deserving of you or Little A.
Good for you.
I'm glad that it was you who could let that Girl go. Instead of him.
Now that you've let her go, you can find all of those things with someone who deserves you. Companionship, loyalty, love.
Good luck to you.
wherever I go people come into my life and go out of it,
touching me where I can feel it, then leaving only a memory
like the fairy tales of childhood;
and I wasn't through knowing them yet.
How do you know when you are seeing someone for the last time?
How do you stop and gather all those around you that
you've ever known and loved?
And, how do you keep fairy tales from losing their magic?
So come--
brush against the walls of my life
and stay long enough for us to know each other,
even though you know we'll have to part sometime;
and we both know the longer you stay the more I'll want you back
when you are gone.
But come anyway, for fairy tales are the happiest stories I know
and great books are made up of little chapters.
(author unknown)
This man showed you his *true* colors on multiple occasions. Even putting aside the many insults he inflicted upon you, his utter lack of involvement with his child speaks volumes. He's an adult, not someone you should have to convice or coerce to be involved with his child. Believe his true colors. And equally, if not more important, believe in your own worth....I'm not a huge Dr. Phil fan, but I do agree to a large extent that "you teach people how to treat you." Keep your chin up and show the world you're the awesome person that is so evident to many of us!
And it's not easy.
This was so very beautiful. You know that don't you?
He didn't deserve you.
He wasn't worthy of you. I'm glad you recognize that.
i think if you squint a little bit past the horizon you can see her dancing. it's good to say good bye to her, but never completely lose sight ofher either.
{{hugs}}
I'm sorry you've gone through this.