May 18th, 2011. The beautiful [ugly] truth.

There isn’t much left in this “life” for me… I know that sounds dramatic, but it’s true… every relationship that I have had with anyone has virtually failed.  This has been the year of hell for me in terms of relationships, as they’ve all been rough, and I have lost more “friends,” or potential friends than I can count.  I have been miserable.  I do believe in numerology, and it has been said that the number “11,” ie: 2011 often represents relationships and is associated with turbulence…

Things have never been smooth with Erin and I… from the very beginning she tried to control me.  Unfortunately, I let her.  I made the mistake of thinking I would never find another “safe” relationship and so I accommodated.  I had been in a highly abusive relationship prior to the relationship with Erin, and I was subconsciously afraid I would never find another “safe” person, and so I gave in… and I virtually lost myself.

I lost my friends (I chose to give them  up) and then later on (sadly) I lost friends that I did not choose to give up.  In all of this tribulation, I cannot help but think there is a greater “lesson.”  Perhaps the “relationship” I should be paying most attention to is the relationship with myself.  Why is it that I seem to think I can’t not be in a relationship?  What is it about a relationship I like?

I do know one thing… I am terribly afraid of rejection, ie: abandonment.  Meaning, I perceive rejection as a type — another abandonment.  I hate rejection.  I also hate when I am rejected, and I become furious — unfortunately, I take out that “fury” on myself.  ie, I believe that I was the cause of it, not “good enough,” etc. and self-pity and wallowing here they come!

At any rate, I’m sick and tired of my relationships not working out… I just want to be happy and more so fulfilled.  Fulfillment is very important to me.  I can’t even seem to get a job!  I have never had a problem finding a job, yet lately I have — “Is it Philadelphia,” I ask?  Is it because I’m not “ready” yet according to God or whoever is “up” there?  Have I not learned my “lesson” yet — or the lesson I am supposed to learn?  Am/are my eyes not open?  ie, am I missing opportunities?  Am I too caught up in something — someone else?

I am honestly sick and tired of relationships — they come and go and they can’t be trusted.  I used to trust everyone — perhaps that was my problem — now I trust virtually no one.  I am open and curious on the outside, yet there’s now always this inner doubt.  I always wonder, “Can I trust this person?”  — “Will he/she hurt me?”  “What are their intentions?”  I am always cross-examining everything — it’s exhausting.  It’s always that I’m too naive or too closed off, and usually the latter.

I want (am tempted) to sit here and say, “Well, I am just ‘surrounded’ by the right kind of ‘people,’ etc.”  But I must wonder, is it really the kind of people I’m not surrounded by?  What the hell is it, the magical “receipt” – ingredient, to make things work?  Am I in the wrong city?  We already know I was in the wrong relationship… and yes, I say “was” because miss unpredictable — hot and cold has once again sabotaged things.  So forth for trust.

Yeah, inconsistency and unreliability… so goes the game… I guess that was me with Ashley… yeah, don’t even say it… I know I’m “dwelling” on the past, but what else can a person do when the present sucks so bad?  …when the present is painful?  …yet she (my underdeveloped child-like self) am too afraid to move away?  I am a chicken who is resistant to change — well, change of this sort/nature.  I am afraid of this monstrous city and have let my fears get the best of me.  I should have stayed in Vermont.

Why can’t I just have friends around me who are supportive and understanding?  Maybe I am not ready for friends — maybe I am not ready for anyone and am just supposed to stay in this shit hole until I acquire the courage to move.  I am so confused right now, and can honestly say (I realized this tonight) I have never experienced love.  “Love” means so much to so many people — most of the time (I have realized) there are “strings” attached, ie: expectations.  It’s, for instance, I’ll love you “if…” ie, if you do this for me… right.   People (no one) should ever be made to do something.  People need to speak up for what they want.

If Erin was never happy maybe she should have told me.  Maybe she shouldn’t have tried to control me out of fear of separation, and maybe I shouldn’t have given into her.  Maybe I should have been strong enough and lived my own life, but she threatened to leave, and it played off my worst fears because I had just been in a horrible (no exaggeration) relationship.  So I caved.

We ventured… together… and she became in the finest sense “complacent.”  Oh, I hate that word — complacency… it destroys so many Americans minds.  I am probably complacent right now come to think about it… fear-driven… locked into this pattern, choosing to remain “stuck” because of the lack of ‘security’ I have on the other side, ie: financial, emotional, etc.  The only “security” I’ve ever had is nature really and Vermont… ie, its people.  Pardon me, nature was rather the only peace I ever had… Security in actuality is non-existent.  Shit can be taken away from you at any time — nothing is forever, ie: permanent.  Things change… people (heart’s) change… a house can lost to fire..

“Love” — it never stays the same.  Departures, quick romances, flicks, long-term disillusionment… what the fuck does it all mean?  I have developed a bitterness.  My heart is closing off, and I am hurting terribly.  I am doing what I can to survive, but it’s just that… survival.  No one is here to “save” me — I can only save myself, but how the hell am I supposed to do that, when, lets look at the reality of my situation, I have no steady income (Okay, wow, I have one paying coaching client right now — I guess I could still be grateful for that) and I’m living with my now ex-partner and have zero friends.

I have been trying to get out there and meet people and network, but apparently my connections suck… my life, quite simply, has been too wrapped up in trying to obtain the “love,” or rather, trust from a partner who destroyed it (integrity) a long time ago.  Yet I hung on because I took it personally?  I guess I never did (have) learned how to properly let go… your ears are my command and parade — have at it.  It is what it is.  “Be careful what you wish for,” all your dreams/worst nightmares come true — your prophecies.  You learn to read between the lines, but I will tell you right now, my life never should have been just that.

My eyes hurt — literally, from “reading between the lines.”  I want to see things literally and as they are, but I also supposed there’s been a great fear in that because I’m probably pussy chicken shit inside.  No one “taught” me how to “be” — No one taught me how to survive… how to experience… to just let things be… to happen naturally…. every woman I have been with has fucked me over… Enough with the victim-like mentality… I must have, for some reason or another, “chose” these women.

I want to choose me now, but I’m afraid to act.  To stand.  To Speak.  To Stand — Again, to Stand.  All my friends — and most of my family, has up and left — I am my own family, and I have to admit, it’s pretty damn lonely — and dark.  It’s better to speak and be in the dark.  I’m longing to connect, but am terrified now and feel like an alien.  An outsider.

February 24th, 2011. Save myself.

Well, now that I am going to live my “own” life I have to figure out how I am going to do that.  I feel like one again I am having to shut my heart off in order to continue walking.  I feel like I am having to harden myself so that I can keep on going, and I don’t naturally like to do this being someone that is very sensitive and gentle.  At any rate, I now need to take care of myself the best way I know how and get myself to a place where I can self-sustain.  I need to be able to “carry my own weight.”  I have a feeling that on this road, one of the lessons will be learning to take risks and chances.  I hate taking risks and chances and prefer predictability.  I understand that progress comes in bounds and leaps.

If this is my life then “what am I going to do with it,” I ask?  The world is a playground and this is my showroom, and it’s a chance to shine… I am sure that I will fall as I’m “out” there.  To be really honest, I am afraid to be “out” there.  I am afraid of this whole “sink” or swim deal.  What is life without someone?  I feel like I have been emotionally alone for too long and the last thing I want is to not have someone to rely on and have to solely rely on myself emotionally because I have already had to do this and it’s been very difficult…

“Us against the world” -Musiq.  There isn’t any “Us against the world” anymore… Ashley and I are through, and I just need to get her out of my head.  You know, the truth is, all I really needed (wanted) was a friend… but the simple fact is, she’s cut me off for reasons of her own, and I just have to move on.  She wants me to “move on” fine.  I will move on via action, but not heart.  The heart may take some time… I am not someone who has multiple commitments… that is not me.  I tend to be very faithful and true to causes and persons I believe in.

At any rate, I will force myself to move on via action and honestly try not to get a chip on my shoulder or too jaded when I come home from a jaded world and want nothing more than to have a woman there to help “soften” (comfort) me.  We all need that comfort, and I have never had it.  I have always been the “strong” one, just naturally… it’s hard to find an equal.  Ashley was an equal of mine.  I don’t even want to mention her name anymore, as it hurts so bad I just want to laugh to try and deflect the pain.  I am angry and sad at her choice to cut me off, and I just want to run away.

I can (and should) be able to make things work for myself out there… out there in this “world.”  I am a pretty tough cookie.  I remember when I was little wanting to do SWAT, or the DEA.  I love cop shows.  I am interested in protective custody, too… ie, children.  I am interested in protecting and serving.  At any rate, I guess it’s now time to protect myself.  Every time I try and get Ashley out of my head I can’t.  I sit here, and I think, “Wow, I’m going to be all grown up and she’s going to be married.”  I don’t know, I guess that just goes to show my lack of faith in society right now, because the reality is, God and the Universe work in mysterious ways.  For instance:

I watch this video, something I once (and still, in the back of my mind and deep inside my heart) believed in, and I think to myself, “Maybe I won’t get that lucky.  I am definitely a force to Reckon with.”  I am strong and persistent.  There is a fine line… I guess there is also a time and place, and now is the time for me to let go.

I have only been able to sing this song to two people — Ashley (originally, and still) and then my previous counselor/confidant “Syndee” who’s heart had no bounds and where boundaries were extremely blurred.  “Undefined.”  I guess love has no bounds…. it’s true, it cannot be defined or exacted… it’s not a science.  It’s just simply chemistry… something we try and figure out when we get scared or are simply curious, but we can’t, because it just is…  Soul-mates are one amongst a few, and they are great opportunities for us to learn about ourselves, others, and life.  They come and go, but I think it can be said, that for some those connections and ties never change.

So I will “pull up my bootstraps” so-to-speak and continue trucking.  I am not going to let anything stop me or get in the way of my own success, which I define as the ability to be self-sufficient and take care of myself.  I know that I am capable of being successful and living passionately and purposefully.  My dream is to inspire… to make change.  Ashley has no clue who I am and what I’m capable of, but that is okay, because there will soon come a point where I will be out there “on my own” officially, and I will have no one but myself to turn to.  I will make it work for myself, and I can only hope that by then, and if, and eventually that I can let a woman, and another woman into my heart…

“Dreams unspoken, this price is our token” –a line in a poem I once wrote.  “Words cannot describe, words cannot define this thing between you and I.”   Someday… not right now.  I will choose to live.  If she wants me to move on, fine.  I want to move on, too, for me… to grow up.  For me to be able to move some of this energy and get it, things going.  To do.  To stop sitting on the sidelines planning my attack so-to-speak.  To just be and trust.  “I can make it on my own.”  Instead of the song, “Just the ‘two’ of us,”  that “two” will be me and my little girl inside… that tough, strong, independent, rambunctious, energetic, alert child:

Now I owe it to myself and my little girl…