count remained 2 now… God.. these two are most hard to forgive.. But I will do it.. for sure 4 weeks ago

I am learning to forgive my mom. I’m discovering that she is becoming her own being all the time, and I want to honor her process. 1 month ago

I was typing out an entry here for over 3 hours!!! I was writing about forgiving the one person I put on the backburner for 8+ years now; my son’s dad…’sperm donor’ is more appropriate in this instance. I started to tell a bit about how we met, and what happened, and what path we headed down, and before I knew it, I was typing an entire novel!

I forgot where I was typing and it all just started to come out in black and white for the first time in years. I finally looked at the clock and realized it was 2:00AM. OOPS. Time got away from me, like usual.

Cliff notes version:
I went on about how we met oh, so very young and how I got pregnant. About how I lived with him for a short while and saw just how awful his dad treated him and his mom…the same way he was treating me (go figure). Things went bad, got okay again. Had my son. He went berserk and threatened my mom’s life, my life and our new baby’s life. Pressing charges for terroristic threats and abuse, restraining orders, no-contact orders, harassment reports, court proceedings, more harassment and stalking, more court, nothing good coming of court, me looking like a stupid girl who got pregnant and had a great guy (haha, riiiight), thoughts of joining this service that helps families disappear underground (new names, living spaces, new socials, just blank us), fearing for our safety and lives, and finally deciding there was nothing we could do, so we packed up our car with what we needed, put the rest in storage, and drove off in the middle of the night 1,000 miles away…we didn’t tell anyone but my sister…I never spoke to any of my friends again (I alienated all of them anyway while I was with that evil person). I swear, it felt like a Lifetime movie playing out before my eyes. Driving off without a word like we did, that was crazy. I didn’t speak to anyone for years. They never knew what happened to me until now (back in the same state as psycho again).

I learned from an officer that I was in an abusive relationship. I had no idea. I was blind to it all for so long. I though “abuse” meant physical hitting. Nope. I was suffering the abuse on a mental, emotional, psychological level…which seems worse, because I was made to feel that it was all my fault. I would have known better to get away sooner had I taken a hit. I’m left with an irreversible dislocated right thumb from him though, which is a fantastic reminder (NOT!).

I am so very thankful that I was able to get out when I did. It was bound to get physical at some point. I found out towards the end there that he was abusing not only me, my mom and my son, but meth and cocaine intravenously, as well. That turns a person inside out! This was all a living nightmare from hell. I can’t believe that was actually me. I feel so stupid now, not seeing it all for so long while we were together.

He and his two sisters were raised in an abusive home, so it’s a family tradition I suppose; a twisted, sick one. He never had a chance at anything normal, and I can see that part, but there comes a time as an adult when you make your own choices and choose to fight against that road…he never chose to fight it, only embrace it.

Luckily, my family made it out with no physical harm, just some big emotional scars are fears. I still think about those days, but it’s weird, because I don’t even feel like that happened to me, to us. It seriously feels like a movie.

Anyways, I have to forgive him for the pain, torture, fear, suffering, and scars he caused. It’s good for emotional cleansing. And, in JUNE, I will be about a mile away from his place, so I am praying to God we do not cross paths!

I hadn’t seen him in person since the court hearings in 2004…we left in the middle of the night just a few months after my son was born in July. We have to drive past his parent’s place (where he is staying at now I guess) to go to certain place…they live on a busy, main street. Well, last Friday, as we passed by, I looked that way, and had a silent panic attack inside as I saw him working on his truck. He was facing away, but I can tell that shirtless torso anywhere! My son has the very same body shape. First time being that close in over 8 years, I did not like it. But, at the same time, I wasn’t fearful like I had been for so many years. I was paralyzed with fear for so long, and it was nice to know that he no longer has that painful control on me anymore.

I think I can now forgive the past and myself for always feeling that it was all my fault. I’m okay now. He helped me learn what not to be a part of. Which I guess I needed to learn again as my last idiot boyfriend has many of his same tendencies. Let me tell you, I have definitely learned now!!! DEFINITELY! No more of that, ever again.

My dad and this evil demon seed were really the only two I have been harboring feelings of anger or resentment for so long. I forgive many people at many different times, but this goal was meant to make me write out the situation so I could let it go. I wrote it out all right…I copied what I wrote here and pasted it to a Google Doc (it was way too long to post) and it ended up being 5 pages on my document! Yikes.

This makes me feel a bit lighter within myself. I am letting it go, and thinking the past as a teaching experience that I aced and made out alive. 1 month ago

It doesn’t hurt anymore. Now it’s time to forget. 3 months ago

little by little.
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