This past year is just too much to try to recap, review and touch base with my dealings and thought-processes. I also feel like life is not yet my own, and probably won’t be for a long while (PT, Dr’s appointments, tests, procedures, insurance situations, pain – probably some more pain, and hopefully some healing and improving, being cleared to drive … oh, the list is long) …
So, touching base: I struggled a bit this year, hit a stumbling block and I have a talk therapist now, and go back and forth with my feelings with her … Yep, I’m embracing feelings these days (… WTHeck ???).
My grandpa turned 100 years old, my sister hosted a party with some help from me and my [married] family.
My grandpa then broke his hip, ENDURED surgery and three weeks of rehab (Oh, he wanted out SO BAD!), and is back at being an amazing centenarian.
I made mental note of the 1 year anniversary (of my accident, 10/27/23), and all the changes 365 days brought about. I am using a cane for quick events and walker for longer situations. I choose to believe I am improving
My car from the accident was finally released, so that we could pay the towing to get it to the dump. Just a few shots to share …
My step-father died – and my sister carried that Pre-During-and-Post production on her own. The funeral was on Wednesday, and tossed around some more heartache with it.
The upside, I feel like I’m able to close a really nasty chapter in my life – the one that included me being groomed by a live-in sexual predator. I’m only going to say/relive this once. So, technically he was my mother’s boyfriend, but he had me bobbing and weaving the whole two years he was around.  I kept him away from my sister. I kept him away from me. My mother turned a blind eye …
I was enrolled in a weekend bowling league, only to come home every single Saturday to get screamed at and grounded, because my room was too untidy. I dreaded going, but was made to ‘stick with it.’Â
I spent my sophomore and junior year of high school keeping her well fed, with all of her favorites, for dinner – ON TIME – or I was in trouble again.Â
I was greeted at the door on the last day of my senior year of school, and told to move out, find somewhere else to live … now.
She was evil. Pure evil. But I was able to thrive and succeed – starting life as a grownup, with my (future husband) then- boyfriend. Completing and graduating nursing school, getting married (I don’t want to talk about her at my wedding), buying a house, starting my career, beginning our family … Again, any one that wants to judge me needs to know and understand this. Chapter closed.
Thanksgiving and Christmas are next on the horizon … I’m not certain I have it in me. But there is time, so we’ll figure something out.
