Pretty Poison

Pretty poison lurks, hidden on my phone, light gleaming through its toxic, yet enticing depths.

It makes me sick to my stomach to think about all the pain I went through because of E…and yet…

There is a subtle allure in the intentness of his purpose.

I’ve forgotten how it feels to be wanted so desperately.

And still, I sit here, crying, knowing that if I were to say even one word, I would unravel all the work I’ve done to repair the damage he caused me.

I can’t go back.

And yet, like an addict…I yearn for that feeling again.

I wish he would just go, leave me alone & not return, so I could stop remembering and missing how he made me feel at one time. Because he also tore me apart, and left me to deal with the afternoon, alone.

Always alone.

I just want this part of the nightmare to end… I’m so tired of being alone.

I discovered tonight that “spam” texts don’t actually disappear…they just get tucked away…but they’re still on the damn phone, daring me to read them.

Daring me to drink that pretty poison, and be damned…

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The Edge of Panic

I’ve been sitting on the edge of a panic attack since this afternoon…

Since I noticed in my missed calls that I have auto-rejected calls from E in my phone again.

I thought I was done hearing from him, that he’d finally gotten the idea that I wasn’t going to talk to him anymore.

What do I have to do?

My phone automatically rejects his calls, shunting them directly to voicemail, which he never leaves, thank the Goddess.

I’ve set my phone to send any texts to spam, which means I never see them, they disappear from my phone, never to be read.

I don’t receive his emails, and he hasn’t sent any, that I know of, because they too, go directly to my spam box.

I thought this was all over with.

And yet, today, I had a missed call while I was driving, so I checked my call log when I got to work, thinking it might be one of my kids, or my parents…

(It was no one I knew, so it wasn’t important)

But, I found 4 auto-rejected calls between Saturday and today.

And tonight, I had another.

After missing a call from my Nephew, I checked my call log again, and there it was.

The same number. The only number on my auto-reject list.

He swore to me once that he would come here, no matter what, to see me, even if I turned him away, he was still going to come, just to meet me & to try to change my mind.

Yes, he knows where I live, I was in a relationship with him for 4&1/2 years, even if it was only long-distance, it was still a relationship.

And the pain, and the panic, these thoughts incite…are very real.

He broke me so badly. I’m still struggling with severe trust issues because of him.

And the edge of panic slices through me like a knife…and I bleed all over again.

When Betty Cracked Bobs to the Surface

The office gets treats today

Cinnamon biscuits with homemade powdered sugar frosting.

(One pan down, one to go, and I swear I’m not taking any home)

I’ve been in a definite “Betty Cracked” mood, lately, feeling the urge to bake, but with no one to bake for.

And I sure as hell don’t need those sweet, baked, gooey, usually chocolate…calories, for myself.

So, today the ladies at the office get the fruits of my baked brain.

My depression is still there, and I had a flare-up of extra-heated irritation at work today. I’m still clenching my teeth, and honing for a cigarette, but I’m working on it.

Head down, nose to myself, music on…leave me to figure it out.

I need to go home, clean the house, turn the music. Up LOUD!! And bake something else.

But, again, I don’t need the results.

Maybe my kids need to come home & relieve me of the cookies I don’t need, that I know are going to get put in that damned jar on the counter within the next couple days.

Fuggghhh….

Dusy Bay

There’s a lot to today.

It’s Imbolc. For us Pagans out there, it’s a big holiday, a sort of “kickoff” for the year, bringing the light back to the world, & life back to nature. (The first flowers started to bloom, calves & lambs start being born, yada yada)

This, for me, is a sort of Pagan anniversary, as this was when I dedicated myself to my Path, 21 years ago. I celebrate, quietly, on my own, every year.

It’s also my blogging anniversary here at WordPress, I guess? I received this today…

So there’s that.

And…

I quit smoking on Jan. 31. That was the day I had my very last cigarette, at 7:40 am… And, yes, I’m about ready to put my head through a wall.

But I won’t.

So February is the beginning of a lot of things for me.

Let’s hope this is the beginning of more good things.

A Reason For the Distance

There’s a reason for the distance I put between myself and others.

Why very few get through the barriers I put up, to get into the inner-most circle of trust.

Dear Coworker,

Please don’t tell me about him as though it were no big deal, as though he didn’t rip my heart from my chest and leave it in a million shattered and sharpened pieces, bleeding, on the floor, when he walked away from me without warning.

You were there when it happened, and saw what it did to me. You knew what was going on from the beginning, and that I was wary, but was willing to take one more chance.

Then, he flipped, without warning, and vanished. Again. After asking me for another chance.

You heard me, when I was sarcastic and cutting, but how else was I supposed to sound, with all of the pieces of my heart honed to razor-like sharpness? How else do I protect myself, except through my words and barriers I erect using them?

Please, don’t tell me about how you saw him, unexpectedly, out in public, and were oh, so friendly, with him, instead of asking him why he was an asshole to me (as one of my true friends would, in my humble opinion).

Please, if you want to be friends, or friendly with him, go right ahead.

But don’t bring his name to your mouth around me.

It hurts me.

Are you hurting me on purpose? Or is it just that you want to share gossip, and you think I’m one of those women who like to creep on my exes?

I’m not, and I don’t. When I close a door…it stays closed. Usually gets a lock, some nails, and maybe some barbed wire, for good measure.

There’s a reason for the distance.

And now, there’ll be more distance.

Between you and me, dear coworker.

Whether you notice it or not.

I’ll be quieter.

Less present.

Sooner or later, you’ll look up, and see – I’m no longer there.

Enjoy.

Third Wheel Contemplation

I’m sitting in the backseat of the company car, on my way to an early-morning conference, with a coworker & her husband in the front, & feeling rather like the kid on a family trip, or the proverbial awkward third wheel on a friend’s date. 

I’m not a morning person, not do I like country music, and I’ve got both going on right now…

So, I’m wearing my ear buds, listening to my own music, and have been contemplating the inside of my eyelids for a good portion of this 2- hour drive.

What is it about Pink’s song “Where We Go” that puts me in such a meditative and thoughtful mood?

I think it’s the hook…

“So, here we go

Take my body not my soul

Take me high and left me low

I honestly never imagined we’d get this far… Oooohhh…

There’s a road that takes me home,

Take me fast, or take me slow,

Throw my head out the window

Feel the wind…make me whole,

Write my name up in the sky,

Let me contemplate goodbye

I don’t know, we don’t know

Where we go…”

It just- really strikes me – this song is so sweet and the beat is so bouncy and light and happy…and yet…

The lyrics are about dying.

This is so… I don’t know how to express it right now, because I’m not completely awake to it right now, but it strikes me right between the eyes every time I listen to it.

I love the whole damn Beautiful Trauma album by P!nk.

Fucking phenomenal. Phunny. Phantastic. Philosophical and psychotic.

And totally Pink.