Insecurity.
I am in a familiar spot. The dreams come and they are disturbing. I know there are layers.
I don’t want to look at them.Â
I am looking at my insecurity.
These things that should be told to Father Tony in my confession.Â
I like when others share their thoughts with me. Jarek sates he is a better person when he is in a loving relationship. I can identify with that. I like to think that am also a better person, for myself and for this world, when I know I have someone I can truly trust and rely on.Â
I want to feel safe, connected and close to someone.Â
But that is also my fear. To be close–I have to trust and to open up.Â
I have to trust that the person will be truly kind, safe and good.Â
I tell myself that I have to re-learn how to trust.Â
I know deep down this is nearly impossible.
I can’t even trust myself to figure out whom to trust.
I am afraid to leave plan B at the door. I have learned to always have a back-up plan. You should always have an escape route.Â
I am doing my mental check list to make sure: Do I have my money, my wallet and my keys?
He says he is going to be at the airport.Â
But after hours and two pay-phone calls later—he is still not here.Â
I know the truth. A realization that formulates in the back of my brain. It’s like warm running tap water.Â
He is not coming despite his assurances that he would.  That was the entire plan.
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We are now officially dating. He wants sex. We have that private and close discussion. Disclosures are made. My husband has been the only man I have ever sexually known. He knows vital, biological and personal information. For me this is a delicious prospect—I haven’t felt loved or appreciated in forever. How long has it been? I tell myself it has been months, (no wait), years. Â
In return he promises, if we have sex, he won’t ejaculate inside of me.Â
He knows I don’t want a baby now. This is not the place and/or time to bring a child into this world. I don’t want to be a mother in this state–in this way.  He knows full well I am Catholic. He knows I think of promises, the church, sacrament and rings.  At this time I believe in the essence of a husband, a wife and a nuclear family.Â
He tells me in these discussions that he doesn’t know if he wants a family or if he wants to buy a boat. I am not asking him, nor do I demand, that he make any decisions.
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When they change their mind they fail to inform me.Â
I am left in a very bad spot. There are no warning shots. I don’t get three steps to any door. No one is counting to ten.
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I could have lined up a cab. I could have stashed away extra needed cash.
I would have waited until I renewed my birth control prescription.
In this bed there is a great show. It’s a Broadway play.
He takes great pains to go get a towel from his bathroom to wipe away non-existent sperm.Â
I am in a panic. He is telling me by his actions he didn’t do what I think he just did.Â
I do not forget his look. I do not forget his words. I do not forget lips that form a weird small smile.
It is not long after that I am facing his truth. I nearly faint in my bathtub.
I am back at that airport. It’s another splash of warm tap water.
Over those weeks I inform him several times that I am sick. I am. I think of my work. I think of my girls. I think of my physical and mental state. I am secretly desperate. I ask him to tell me how much he loves me. I ask him to write it down in a letter. I want to read it. I want to read and re-read sweet words. I think this would be some sort of redemption. It would help me in making or formulating a decision. I ask him many things. I ask him to give up some of his evenings so we can spend more time together.
He ignores all these requests.Â
He is too busy with his work. He is acting very distant and very strange. He won’t respond to any of my requests.Â
What kind of man does this? I ask myself this very question.Â
Answers are found in research. There are publications on this issue. There are men who try and trap a woman into a relationship. They do this by deceiving her. They mess with her birth control. They put holes in their condoms. They also promise to withdraw and intentionally do not.
My heart is telling me —this is not who this man really is.Â
My mind is telling me— this man is exactly what this is.
(There was a time when our yellow lab got loose and killed a fawn. I couldn’t stop the dog. The lab was too quick and fast. In one minute the fawn was desperately bleating and the next it was so very quite, warm and still)
I am so messed up.  I am so lost and alone.
I do not sleep for many nights. I think of that lab and that fawn.Â
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I am not going to mast any child to this deception. I won’t mast myself to this kind, nature or type of man.
In past centuries women could drink a potion.Â
Today we can swallow two pills.
I am left with a cavity so deep, treacherous and dark.
I know all the devils and angels in this universe could not fill it.
And that redemption does not exist.
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about 11 years ago
I am really sorry to know you went through this troubled time. It is heart breaking. As a matter of fact, one of my favorite quotes is, “God breaks the heart again and again and again until it stays open.” – Hazrat Inayat Khan
Your heart was hurting during this time. Commonly through human experience, the heart wants to close, but just like a budding flower, it’s meant to open, blossom if you will. Your heart is meant to breath and experience light.
This was a breaking moment for you Jodi, but I hope you look back at that dark time in your life and know it was meant for you. It was meant for you to experience. It was meant for you to grow out of the dark ground. It was meant for you to feel and see light.
I love you, Miss Jodi.
about 11 years ago
Every force in the world as an equal and opposite force. Physics and science, religion and culture – tell us this. We know there is good and bad, dark and light – for every dark moment you can find a spark – how you ignite the fire is the difference.
Consider the dark moment at the airport – angry, betrayed, left. Two sides sister – strong, resilient – last I knew you were not still sitting at the airport.
In order to truly trust you have to have faith – when someone breaks the trust you need to ask how you restore faith – here again – you did the right thing. You were strong enough to say goodbye but not without a loss. When you lose you gain….
What did you gain? Awareness – caution – independence – belief in your own self –
Yet – you never have to go through things alone. I often wonder why the hell you did not call me when you were abandoned at the airport. Why did you not call? Give me the choice of saying yes or no….never assume I would not help.
As for the other times of despair I could be there too – only you have to have the strength to reach out and ask for help and support. Life rings are no good to anyone if no one is there to throw it.
Find the spark and ignite it – yours may just be in the form of a best seller.
about 11 years ago
I didn’t assume you wouldn’t help. I love you and know you would. I didn’t want my family to know that I was left.
about 11 years ago
Hugs and Kisses. xo You still look like super woman to me.
about 11 years ago
Others feel the same as you do but the shoe is on the other foot!