Forgiving A Life Long Lesson

February 24, 2010

sigh…

I cannot seem to let go of what I’ve done no matter how much I try to make peace with it.

I cannot undo.  I cannot erase.  I cannot even pretend.

I wish myself the luxury to pretend I was okay with my own actions.  Yet I can’t.

Perhaps that is my penance. A lifetime of regret, pain, and loss.

Perhaps my lesson for this life is to never, never take for granted the trust of someone you love.  Of someone who loves you.

Otherwise you lose that love.

Regret, regret my silent friend.  My constant companion.

Now I know.  Too late.

So cliche… and yet so true.


Of Christmas Trees Past

December 18, 2009

Yesterday I walked by a Christmas tree in a restaurant and felt a pang.  I wanted a Christmas tree.

When I was a little girl, my mommy would put up a big Christmas tree in a corner of the downstairs living room next to the fireplace.  I remember kind of helping her put up the ornaments and such, but mostly she did this all herself.  Up would go the tree, on would go the lights, out would come the balls and dangles and tinsel, and finally, last the star on top.  When she lit up the tree, we’d turn off the lights and just stand around it.

I haven’t put up a tree in years.

The last time was in 2003 with my gay husbands, the Js, and we put up their Christmas tree in my basement on the cold concrete floor.  It was on the concrete because a few months before a pipe had burst and flooded my basement and I hadn’t yet replaced the carpet.  And yet, we put up their tree, filled it with their ornaments, populated the underneath with gifts and stayed up late Christmas eve into Christmas opening gifts.

When I was little, my mommy and daddy would have our family over – all of my mom’s brothers, her sister and all of my cousin’s – for a Christmas eve feast.  My mom would spend all day cooking and the house always smelled so good.  After we’d eaten, us kids would wait agonizingly for midnight.  Wait for the time when the adults said we could each open one present from another family member, from someone who wouldn’t be there the next morning.  Oh the delicious anticipation that filled the room as we sat around the tree waiting for the magical note of midnight to strike.

The year my parents died in the car accident, my brother wouldn’t let me put up my parents’ Christmas tree.  At the time I thought he was just being cruel out of spite because he was the adult. I thought it was a power thing, an ego trip… but now I wonder if the thought of putting up that tree without my parents being present was more than he could bear.  To not have my mom there with her special touch, to not have the fire to light as only my dad could do… maybe it was too much.

Undaunted, I decorated one of my mom’s plants that year with shiny Christmas balls, smaller ornaments and a little bit of tinsel.

When I think of putting up a tree, I remember how much time and effort and love my mom put into that tree.  I think of how everyone I know who does put up a tree probably does the same thing.  I think of how long people probably collected their trinkets and ornaments to place on the tree with love, just like my mommy.  And how I don’t have any of that… of how all of my mommy’s trinkets and stuff are long gone… victim to another move or just tossed aside.

So I won’t put up a tree; instead I will bask in the memories… of my mom’s tree, of old friend’s trees, even of my gay husband’s tree.

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas tree, thy leaves are so unchanging… as are my memories of Christmas trees past…


Jealous Much?

August 31, 2009

I’ve been asked more than once how a poly relationship works; how do the people in the poly relationship not get jealous?  The answer is easy – we do get jealous.

Jealousy is a set of emotions that are based in our insecurities.  Our insecurities play a part in how jealousy manifests itself.  For example, we may see our partner talking and laughing with a member of the opposite sex and immediately feel anger.  Anger at our partner for engaging in the behavior or anger at the other person for crossing an imaginary line with someone obviously in a relationship.  We might think, what is my partner doing flirting so openly with that person? Or we may think of the other person, Have they no shame then to come on to a taken person?

Or maybe we feel fear creeping up on us as we watch our partner continue to talk with the other person and we might think, why does my partner need to talk to that person?  What am I not doing/providing that my partner needs to seek it out in another person? Fear may continue to taunts us with thoughts like, Are they going to leave me for this other person?

Sometimes jealousy can manifest in the form of envy – why does my partner feel free to speak to others when I never behave like that?

But what we don’t know is that jealousy usually isn’t about our partners but rather about our own deep-seated insecurities developed over the course of our lives.  We aren’t taught how to deal with jealousy but rather how  taught to avoid it. Some people simply refuse to acknowledge jealousy.  Others choose the blame game path “my partner makes me jealous.”  But dealing with it directly is not generally an option.

Dealing directly with jealousy requires one to confront their own demons.  Jealousy is generally not the real problem, but rather a symptom of the problem.  Most of the time the problem is internal.  Most of the time jealousy is allowed to manifest and grow because we are in denial.  Internally we are refusing to acknowledge a hurt or fear that is exacerbated by our partner’s actions.  Actions which we choose to interpret in a negative light even when we don’t have the full story.

In the example above I stated we saw our partner talking to someone of the opposite sex.  A simple conversation of which we are not in close enough range to hear what is being said.  And yet, at times our minds may take a leap to thinking our partner is crossing that boundary, or the unknown person is crossing that boundary, when really we haven’t seen anything that would prove or disprove that thought.  It’s our own internal insecurities showing us proof of what we fear about ourselves.

I can’t tell  you exactly what that fear is because it’s different for everybody and is generally tied into an old hurt from our past – our childhood, our teen years, our twenties… from any time in the past. But it’s there, waiting to remind you exactly why its true.  Even if we know intellectually we are not what our fears say, even if we know we deserve all that life has to offer,  sometimes our insecurities feed that little doubt we all have inside.

When it comes to loving relationships, society (and our parents, and our friends, etc) teaches us that we must protect what we have to avoid jealousy.  We must find our perfect mate, forsake all others, and til death do us part never let someone else have what we have found.  Society teaches us that jealousy is the problem, and to stop the problem, we must never put ourselves in the way of the problem.

We are taught to avoid jealousy instead of looking at jealousy as a tool.  Because most of the time, jealousy isn’t the problem but actually a symptom of the problem.  But we’ve crafted the ability to avoid addressing the symptom and therefore rarely see the problem until its too late.

Sometimes jealousy is showing you that there is a problem in your relationship.  If your partner isn’t being honest with you or is deliberately misleading you, then jealousy is founded.  It’s your internal warning system telling you something isn’t right and your head and heart aren’t listening to the warning signals.

Sometimes jealousy is showing you that you aren’t addressing an internal hurt.  If your partner isn’t doing anything wrong and yet you can’t shake unreasonable jealousy about actions you perceive as threatening, then you aren’t looking inside yourself – you aren’t being honest with yourself.  And this can be damaging to your partner and to your relationship with them.

Polyamorous people mostly believe that jealousy in and of itself isn’t harmful.  It is our own reactions to that jealousy that prove dangerous and hurtful.  Poly people strive to acknowledge the jealousy, identify it’s trigger(s), and communicate with their partner(s) in order to work past and through it.  Jealousy isn’t considered the enemy but is used to better understand oneself and one’s relationships.

Most poly people don’t ignore the clammer of jealousy when it comes calling but they do heed the credo “own your own junk.”  Owing your own junk means acknowledging that the only person responsible for making you feel jealous, or mad, or left out, or angry, or resentful or any other emotion you might feel is you.  When you own your own junk, you look internally first to determine the validity of jealousy and then examine the external factors involved.

Owning your own junk means learning a way to communicate the findings so that you can work with your partner to fix the problem.  When the source is external, you can then face the issue and determine best what needs to be addressed with your partner(s).  If the source is internal, then you can face whatever emotion is causing the jealousy.  Either way, owning your junk means you understand yourself better and also creates better communication in your relationships.

Franklin D. Roosevelt once said, “There is nothing to fear but fear itself.”  Wise words.  Owning your own junks means you don’t have to fear the unknown since you’ve faced it head on.    The rewards from bravely facing those fears are felt in all aspects of life.


While I Was Sleeping

August 29, 2009

Actual conversation at 1am on the way home from a bar:

Me:  (searching through my purse drunkenly) Where’s the camera?

Him(soberly driving) I put it in your purse.

Me:  (as I dump the entire contents of my purse on the floor) No, you didn’t.  I just looked.

Slight pause.

Me:  We left it at the bar – great.  I will call them.

I pick up my iPhone and punch in Goog-411

Goog411:  This call is recorded.  Google!  Say the business and the city and state.

Me: (slurring and yelling into my iPhone) Frontier Club, Aurora Colorado

Goog411: (a search noise and then) Top Listing, Front Loading, Aurora Colorado. Number one…

Me: (frantic) No! Ah!

I hang up angrily and redial Goog411

Goog411:  This call is recorded.  Google!  Say the business and the city and state.

Me: (trying to go slow and speak clearly while obviously drunk) Au-ro-ra Club, Fron-tier Co-lo-ra-do… ah FUCK.

I hang up angrily again and once again redial Goog411.

Goog411:  This call is recorded.  Google!  Say the business and the city and state.

Me:  (slowly and more loudly) Frontier Club, Aurora Colorado.

Goog411:  Frontier Club, Aurora Colorado… top listing, number one, Frontier Club on Colfax Avenue…

Me: (into the iPhone) Number one.

I glance  at him and notice he is laughing his ass off at me.  I’m slightly embarrassed.

Me: (starting to giggle too) What?

Him:  That took you 10 minutes!

Me:  Stupid Google… (into the phone) Hi. We were just there and I think we left our camera at the bar.  No? Okay well let us know if you find it.  (to him) It must be in C’s back seat.

I dial our friend, C, who we were visiting with at her neighborhood bar.

Me (to C):  Hey, did we leave our camera in your backseat?  No?  Curses, it isn’t at the bar either.

Him: I may have put it in the back seat.

Me: (looking at him, incredulous) WHAT? (I glance in the back seat, then say into the phone while glaring at him) It’s in the backseat.

Me: (as I hang up) It was in the back seat the whole time!

Him:  (laughing)  Now you can go to sleep like you always do on the way home…

And here’s what happens with the camera when I finally go to sleep:

What happens on the way home from a bar at 1am

What happens on the way home from a bar at 1am


A Moment of Fright

December 23, 2008

As I stood outside in the cold waiting at the bus stop for J to pick me up, I catch a glimpse of figure moving out of the corner of my eyes. My senses tighten, alerting me that the movement is from a man just near the bench where the buses stop to let people off at the park n ride near my house. It is a man who exited the bus the same time as I did. My heart quickens a little as I realize we are the only two people left at the bus stop, and he is headed towards me. Discretely, I glance around the bus stop looking for people, a car, our car… even J.

Intellectually I realize the odds of being attacked by this man, here at this bus stop, are slim. Embarrassedly I realize I’m assuming a lot that this man here would want to attack me for any reason. Guiltly I realize how sad it is that I even consider this man here would hurt me in anyway when he doesn’t know me.

But I also read this story here about a woman who was just going home from work when she was viciously attacked by four men who didn’t really know her either. As I turn my glance to the approaching man, I don’t relax – not even slightly – but I do smile politely as he queries, “Excuse me? Do you know if this is where I catch the bus to go to…”

Even as I answer his question and point him in the direction I think he needs, I still don’t relax. And my thoughts are once again on that poor young woman… all the poor victims of senseless acts of violence. How can anyone do that to another human being?


He Said, He Said

October 1, 2008

McCain speaking at the Truman Library and Museum in Missouri:  “Crises often have a way of revealing our better selves — of showing what we are made of, and how much we can achieve when we are put to the test. This is true as well of the grave challenges we face in Washington. Yet it should not require extreme emergencies — when the future of our entire economy is on the line — to bring out the best in us, or to bring us together in service to the common good,” McCain said.

Obama telling an audience in Wisconsin:  “I realize Americans are cynical and fed up with politics. I understand that you’re disappointed and even angry with your leaders. You have every right to be.  But despite all of this, I ask you to believe — believe in this country and your ability to change it,” Obama said.

What do you say?


Just A Thought

September 30, 2008

What if the world was ruled by damn dirty apes?


Who Wants Palin?

September 15, 2008

This is what disturbs me: Headline: In Palin, GOP sees chances with swing voters

Those “swing voters” as they are dubbed in this article, who right now are not focusing on what Palin would mean to Americans, but instead are attracted to her “down-to-earth, working mom” appeal.


On The Wagon… Again

September 15, 2008

Eh gahds… I’ve gone back on the diet and exercise wagon again… because my WAIST is getting bigger… again. It’s always shocking when your pants and skirts get tighter at the waist and you think to yourself, “no c’mon! I’m not eating that much.”

Until you start that diet (fine, fine way of life) and start writing down everything you put in your mouth and assigning point values to it. Ah Weight Watchers, that new way of life. Then you can’t deny that you are, in fact, eating that much. Every chip and every cookie (or in my case, every breakfast burrito and pasta dish) you want to eat suddenly represents another point that won’t be available to you for the rest of the week.

You start remembering what real hunger feels like, as the stretch between LUNCH and DINNER seems like days instead of hours. But then you realize that hunger feels better than the heartburn you get after gorging yourself. You recognize that feeling satiated after a normal-sized meal feels bettter than the stuffed feeling you get after overdosing on pasta or pizza or carnitas smothered in green chili.

Inside a battle begins – enjoyment of your not stuffed feeling over the taste of all your old familiars. You realize just what food obsession really means as you have fantasies over peanut butter kisses and fettuccini alfredo – Totino’s frozen combination pizzas and Cheetos – your favorite breakfast burritos with a side of refried beans. And even if you enjoy a daily salad with some kind of protein at lunch, you start to resent that salad and its meager offerings of grass and veggies. Even if it is good for you.

I remember one time I was listening to this annoying healthy chick from California talk about food, and she actually said, “I eat to live, not live to eat.” And I loathed her… felt deep dislike for her and her skinny, tanned body. I imagined her spiked and roasting over a fire… which is just not a healthy image to have. Cause you know its just this much too close to cannibilism.

So, right. Here I am. Trying to remember what it felt like to be thinner, healthier than I have ever felt in my life, which was about two and half years ago. I am trying to ignore those voices in my head that are saying, “You ate in moderation, it is a governmental conspiracy that has you gaining weight, not the Mexican food you crave daily. Mexican food is healthy!”

I try to ignore how yummy those freshly made chocolate frosted raised donuts look at my local grocery store. I even tell myself someday, SOMEDAY I will learn how to eat in moderation and keep eating in moderation, so I can eat whatever I want and not have to stick to certain foods like I have to do now.

Someday. (sigh)

Right now, I really want a chocolate-frosted donut.


The Lost Ones

September 12, 2008

**We interrupt the regularly schedule Mon-Mon Fest 2008/birthday weekend for some political drivel that belongs somewhere else but had to be said cause Mon-Mon was pissed. Warning: this is long and probably has little bearing to the world in general since it is all her own opinions**

I never blog about politics. I hate politics. Occasionally, I will envy those who are so politically active for all the right reasons because I hate politics so much.

It’s just that I’m so disillusioned.

I am disillusioned by our country, disenchanted by our political system, and I have very little hope in my heart that people make decisions – really important, life-changing, for-the-people decisions – for the right reasons anymore.

On late night earlier this week, newly Americanized Craig Ferguson stood up to the American people in his monologue and chastised the media for reporting on this political campaign like it was a fashion show or an episode of 90210 (or for you young folk, like it was an episode of Gossip Girl). He demanded of the American people to stand up and vote by their conscience and not by their party’s manipulative approach to campaigning.

Silently inside, I was in awe of the man. He is quite literally one of the funniest people on TV, and his show is an irreverent tribute to the man himself. So for him to set aside his silly nature and spend even just a few minutes talking about this serious topic… well it’s amazing and shows his true character. Silently inside, I cheered him on.

But the skeptic in me said out loud to a room full of kitties and to Jeffery, “Too bad, Craig, no one will listen to you.” Because people won’t vote for the right candidate. They won’t vote for what is right for this country. They won’t even for what is right for the themselves.

People are too easily swayed by the media and bad campaign tactics to the point that we, as a people, rarely can think for ourselves. I mean, really who saw Sarah Palin coming? I didn’t. I almost admire the Republican Party for being so savvy, so knowing, of what button to push to sway not only their party back to them, but even some of the liberals as well. All it took was a pretty woman, a pair of glasses, and a touch of lipstick (pun intended, you damn conservatives). Wah-lah! And the Republican Party is back in the running.

Conveniently forgotten is the last eight years, especially the really bad last four years of an inept Republican run government. Need to wipe out the bad taste of really bad decisions? Ta-da, Sarah Palin to the rescue. Has anyone questioned, I mean really questioned, if she is capable of the handling the job? Of running our country? Has anyone even questioned what she stands for and if what she stands for meets the needs of this country? Anyone?

Let’s just for one minute consider this 2008 election BP (before Palin) – remember the Democratic party? Remember how excited we all were about the possibilities Obama represented before he chose Biden? The possibility of getting out of the mess the Republican party got us into? Remember? Remember Bush? Remember how we all came together in our dislike for the choices he made and what those choices have done to our country? REMEMBER?

But Obama did choose Biden. I remember being surprised when I heard he’d bypassed Hillary Clinton as a running mate. I even remember thinking, Obama, what are you doing? She was your sure thing! Until I gave it some more thought. Until I considered who Biden was and what he represented not only to Obama, but to the American people. Experience – that which Obama is lacking, and more importantly, Biden brings balance to the democratic ticket at a critical time when we really need it.  When I considered these points I thought – no I felt – that Obama made the right choice. He was doing the right thing for the American people. Hillary was the better choice to win the election, but Biden, well he was the better choice for the good of the country. And for the first time in any election, I felt inspired. Maybe they aren’t all just politic hacks, I thought.

Now listen. I know this sounds like I’m a Democrat (I think I may have even signed up with the Democratic party back in the day, which is a Wednesday, by the way). But I do not claim affiliation to any party because both sides of the fence are self-serving, hypocritical blowhards that make me wish I didn’t even know about politics to begin with. I am not a HUGE Obama supporter who thinks he should win at all costs. Because to win at all cost means the people, that is us Americans, lose out. Nope, believe it or not, I want the right candidate to win.

I haven’t really decided who that right candidate is – but I have to say straight up, I don’t think the American people know either. I’m almost to the point where I believe we should let any other country but ourselves decided the fate of this election. Honestly, I have absolutely no faith in my fellow Americans. Not my fellow American women, who would vote for a candidate simply because he chose a female as his running mate. Not for my fellow African Americans, who would vote for a candidate simply because of the color of his skin (and yeah, I mean you Oprah! Shame on you!). And not for my fellow white male Americans, who had decades upon decades to set a better example for all of America.

I will vote this fall. No doubt about it. But I am taking Craig’s heed to vote by my conscience; his call to vote for who would best serve this country, these people and myself. Or at least, I will vote for the one who will fuck up the least for another four years. And I will feel like I do every election, that my vote won’t make a damn bit of difference. We’ve lost our way, people. We’ve lost our way.

**We now return you to the regularly scheduled Mon-Mon Fest 2008/birthday weekend**


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