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Thanks, everyone, for your kind and helpful replies yesterday as I wrested My
New Life from the Jaws of Fatness. It's interesting how life transitions challenge a person so much. A few years ago, when I tried LC the first time, it was selling a house that yanked me off LC because I hadn't gotten it yet and I thought that eating lots of Halloween candy would ease my house separation anxiety. I didn't get back on LC for...hm. Three years after that and at the end of those three years I weighed 278 pounds. I should probably tell you all ( now that I can) that it was about two and a half years ago that I discovered my husband was a criminal. I'm not talkin, oh, he's emotionally unavailable and he stole my self esteem ( which he did, but you can't go to prison for this). I mean: I found out my husband should be in jail and it's sort of amazing he isn't yet. Anyway. Every day, from that day to this one, has been part of C's Great Escape. I was making myself stay dead because I wanted my son to have a father, but I never really counted on his being a felon. That kind of changed things. I knew the man was not exactly the most moral or well-adjusted human on the earth, and it was really sad that we didn't get along and that he sort of dug almost every other woman on the planet except me...but the crime thing, that was, uh, my personal Maginot Line. So...I've been working on it. I decided I wasn't going to be dead anymore, lost 118 pounds, quit smoking, started exercising, and got a second master's degree in a field I knew I could work in until I was 88 years old. That took two years, right there. I was a *very* quiet rabbit, nibbling away at the same cinderblock until it was all gone. Then I tucked my son away with his grandma and fled the state to start a new life. Step six, phase two, plan A. The next thing is to collect my son when I get my own place and a full-time job. I still don't have health benefits so that's weird. It takes a long time to recover the really bad mistakes of life, people. Listen to me: that's why you should not make them to begin with. So these people I'm living with are really helping me out a lot. They're sort of saving my life so I can't be too ****y about my living arrangements, which aren't bad, considering. That's why I feel a little weird about speaking up, but all your supportive posts it got me thinking how I can work around it all. So thanks for all the fish, people. I needed em. c The Art of No. |
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Hi C,
I'm just catching up here, been too busy lately so this evening just started deleting threads left and right. Then I saw this post, so I went and read your other posts (at least found a couple - I might have deleted others but did find the subject you refer to). It takes guts to just pick up and start over, and it sounds like you more than had grounds for it. I hope it works out the best possible way for you and your son. Hang in there, Carmen |
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Icrazyhorsei wrote:
I should probably tell you all ( now that I can) that it was about two and a half years ago that I discovered my husband was a criminal. I'm not talkin, oh, he's emotionally unavailable and he stole my self esteem ( which he did, but you can't go to prison for this). I mean: I found out my husband should be in jail and it's sort of amazing he isn't yet. Ugh, the deadly imposition of marital secrets. I found out that in a healthy relationship, no one needs to keep secrets! I couldn't complain about my first husband and I was miserable the entire 17 years we were together. I can (and do!) complain about my second husband and am generally extremely happy. Odd, isn't it? Anyway. Every day, from that day to this one, has been part of C's Great Escape. I was making myself stay dead because I wanted my son to have a father, but I never really counted on his being a felon. Yep, yep, I remember that. I made myself be dead because I'd made a vow and was too pigheaded to see that it was the wrong thing for both of us. What pulled me out of it was having a breast lump scare; it turned out to be a nothing lump (as most of such lumps are) but in the time between discovering it and getting the radiologist's report, I made some decisions. The big one was that I was going to LIVE my life. I'll be dead long enough, why start early? I was a *very* quiet rabbit, nibbling away at the same cinderblock until it was all gone. Good for you! You did what you had to do and you did it well. It takes a long time to recover the really bad mistakes of life, people. Listen to me: that's why you should not make them to begin with. It's a good theory but it has never worked for me. So I've formulated a new theory: life mistakes are what give me a huge store of interesting experiences. Not necessarily experiences I've wanted but I certainly have lots of stories to tell! So these people I'm living with are really helping me out a lot. They're sort of saving my life so I can't be too ****y about my living arrangements, which aren't bad, considering. That's why I feel a little weird about speaking up, but all your supportive posts it got me thinking how I can work around it all. Your ex has warped your sense of what a good relationship consists of, I think. Not just marriage but any relationship thrives on caring honesty and good boundaries. I've discovered since I developed a good sense of myself and my boundaries that people are more at ease with me now. My theory is that people can now relax with me and not wonder what I'm hiding. When I was trying to be dead, I tried so hard not to make demands on anyone and to be everything anyone needed or wanted that no one could get a sense of what I wanted, what I was willing to do, etc. This didn't make me seem approachable and reliable, it made me seem mysterious and deceitful. Getting out of a horrible relationship gives one a baseline from which to say "is this as bad as THAT was?" The answer is almost invariably "heck no!" It's comforting. Shirley to reply via e-mail remove the trees from my address |
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On Sat, 27 Sep 2003 04:15:02 -0500, M Shirley Chong
wrote: snip When I was trying to be dead, I tried so hard not to make demands on anyone and to be everything anyone needed or wanted that no one could get a sense of what I wanted, what I was willing to do, etc. This didn't make me seem approachable and reliable, it made me seem mysterious and deceitful. Oh ****, now I can see what my problem is. I'm dead ----------------------------- When you're in jail: A friend will be trying to bail you out. A close friend will be in the cell next to you,saying "Damn that was fun." F/32/5'4 Weeble/ teddy /Betty Spaghetti |
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So ... I guess you've softened a bit on your "I'm not here for support, I just like to talk about my diet" position, then? :-) Actually I'm not here very much at all anymore. The original post was asking for a kick in the ass regarding my diet, not my personal life. The reason I posted the rest is because I thought it was reasonable ( and safe) background info on why cooking and eating and so forth was a slightly more challenging proposition in my new environment. In any event, neither post was meant for ****ing assholes such as yourself particularly. But! If all you have to do with your life is hang around and resurrect old posts from eighteen months ago, I wish you all the luck in the world in finding something useful to do with yourself one day. c Seize the day, Dawn! |
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