March 31, 2004
The Passenger in the Side Car
Being with me must be hard. Not only am I wildly insecure and a bit mental about some things (dishes must be done ASAP. I turn the fuses off on the electrical outlets once done with them) but the object of my affection is subjected to weird conversations as my head synapses at the speed of sound.
Some examples:
I was looking at a London street map called the London A-Z to determine where my meeting the next day would be, while Mr Y was perusing a car catalog to determine which auto to purchase. I looked up at him.
"Did you know Jesus, Buddha, Zarathustra, and Mohammed all had emotional and spiritual break-throughs when they turned 30?"
He blinked. "You got that out of a street map guide?"
Or about my haircut. Half of me really loves it, and the other half is not sure. I sent Mr. Y a text message saying that I wasn't sure I liked it (for the record, he really likes it). He called me.
Him: What's wrong with the hair?
Me: I think it may make my head look like a butt.
Pause.
Him: What?
Me: My head. I am worried it looks like a butt.
Him: What makes you think it looks like a butt? Ohmigod, I can't believe I just said that.
Me: Said what?
Him: Butt. Only Americans say butt. What makes your head look like an arse?
Me: Just the shape. Or maybe not like a butt, maybe more like a mushroom. Not one of the exotic Asian mushrooms, just a regular mushroom. And I am not interested in my head looking like fungus.
I really do think like that.
Anyway, I shortly leave for Prague with my beloved Mr. Y, so likely not a peep from me until Sunday (although Mr. Y is aware of and a regular reader of my blog, I don't see any opportunity for an internet cafe visit).
And get this-the next time you hear from me I will be 30. That's right. The big day is tomorrow! It feels so weird to think that I will be a whole decade range older, one associated with responsibility, family, and upward mobility. This from a chick that only asks that life give her a working and trustworthy vibrator, warm-strappy sandal weather, and some arms to cuddle into on a nightly basis.
As of this time tomorrow, we will have just stepped off the plane and be heading into Prague, drunk on cheap airline champagne and heady with our first wonderful holiday together, gearing up for the adventure that we are yearning for. Mr Y, despite a ferocious row, has set the whole trip up and is looking forward to this as much as I am.
I love him at 100 miles per hour.
-H.
PS-Happy Birthday Mitzi!
PPS-go ahead. Talk amongst yourselves in my absence.
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Have a relaxing, fun trip and birthday Helen!
If there is any resemblance of your head to a butt/arse, it is only the lack of sunshine effect.
Posted by: Roger at March 31, 2004 06:03 AM (HzdL4)
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Happy Birthday, dear, sweet Helen. Hold your breath, make a wish and blow.
Butt.
Posted by: emily at March 31, 2004 06:06 AM (iuRJt)
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Happy 30th. Hope you'll have a blessed one. Godbless.
Posted by: Vikkicar at March 31, 2004 06:07 AM (m1zdP)
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have a wonderful weekend, and a great birthday, Helen. and hopefully, by the time you get back, the postman will have left you nice things!
Posted by: melanie at March 31, 2004 06:13 AM (jDC3U)
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Happy birthday! Personally, I really loved 30. It made me feel more grown-up than turning 20 or 21 ever had. Have a fantastic getaway. I'm crossing my fingers we get a few pictures of Prague outta ya.
Posted by: ilyka at March 31, 2004 06:14 AM (MEnQd)
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Happy Birthday! How come so many women I 'know' are Aries? Have a wonderful time in Prague anyway!
Posted by: nisi at March 31, 2004 06:14 AM (73Quv)
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happy birthday! and here's wishing you a wonderful weekend. with no fighting. and lots of good sex.
Posted by: Reflection at March 31, 2004 06:33 AM (liit1)
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Happy Birthday Helen! Have a great time, enjoy yourself, and all that good stuff.
Posted by: Sue at March 31, 2004 06:59 AM (rHVaf)
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Although i'm fighting the urge of sounding like a parrot:
Happy birthday and have a great time!!
Posted by: Heather at March 31, 2004 07:17 AM (us7jf)
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Happy Birthday sweetie! I'll miss you like fire.
(Yes, you DO know who I am. Heh.)
Posted by: Emma at March 31, 2004 07:26 AM (kpNlZ)
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A butt Helen? really dear, don't you think thats just a bit cheeky? sorry if I am being an ass, butt I just had to crack that joke. =P
Hope you have a wonderful time, and a wonderful birthday!
Dane
Posted by: Dane at March 31, 2004 08:01 AM (ncyv4)
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God grief Helen, did you tell us before the date of your birthday? damn, i knew it was soon but i am not ready!
Happy birthday petal.
Have a fab time, and i doubt anyone else thinks you look like a mushroom!
Abs xxxx
Posted by: abs at March 31, 2004 08:34 AM (lnpfn)
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have a lovely birthday and enjoy every second in Prague I am so jealous. Life #6 is going so well! You really do deserve it!
Posted by: stinkerbell at March 31, 2004 08:46 AM (lkCj7)
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You hair is nice, no butts about it!
Happy Birthday!
Posted by: Annie at March 31, 2004 11:39 AM (a6EvO)
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Thank you for the birthday greeting (very much!!!), and I am hoping that your birthday turns out as well as mine is starting. Have a great trip!!!! Make sure to save lots of story-memories for us!! Love to you! Mitzi
Posted by: mitzi at March 31, 2004 12:14 PM (ZUgWq)
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Happy Birthday!!
Your hair looks great!
Posted by: Erin at March 31, 2004 12:25 PM (VqVOu)
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Happy 30th. I was going to comment on your hair, butt I haven't seen it.
When I come to the site now, nothing shows up in the right column like the picture and other stuff used to. Anyone got any ideas? Do I need to change any settings or do something differently?
Posted by: Solomon at March 31, 2004 01:12 PM (t5Pi1)
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Happy birthday for tomorrow Helen and have a great time in Prague, it's a fantastic place to go for a long weekend.
Solomon: try increasing the size of your browser window - if it's too small the contents of the right column will appear at the bottom of the page instead. Anything more technical and I'm afraid I can't help you!
Posted by: Gareth at March 31, 2004 01:25 PM (NHA9E)
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Happy 1 day early birthday Helen!! You made it! You've arrived.
Hope it's a good one! Have a drink for me.
PS: I've been having the same trouble with the sidebar too. Increasing the size of the browser didn't fix it for me.
Posted by: Rebecca at March 31, 2004 01:37 PM (ZHfdF)
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Happy birthday, and i do hope you two actualy can leave the room to see some of the wonderful city of Prague. If you don't, well, i'm sure you found something more interesting to do. Have Fun. Just don't get too carried away with the birthday spanks
Posted by: tommy at March 31, 2004 01:57 PM (v0EoW)
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Happy Birthday love...
Posted by: Tiffani at March 31, 2004 02:14 PM (xpNFK)
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Have a great birthday, Helen!
Posted by: dave at March 31, 2004 02:25 PM (a16BY)
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Helen, Happy Birthday! 30 is not so bad. I remember it fondly, lo those many years ago. Enjoy Prague!
Posted by: Howard at March 31, 2004 02:39 PM (3pfkH)
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Happy Birthday, Helen! My big adventure at 30? Moved to Alaska for the next 15 years... butt I think Helen is heading for warmer climes : )
Posted by: Annette at March 31, 2004 02:51 PM (CKua5)
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Since I jumped the gun and wished you a Hap... yesterday I'll simply wish you and Y a lovely time in Prague.
Onward and upward, little flame.
Posted by: Paul at March 31, 2004 02:51 PM (bWfDG)
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happy happy birthday miss helen. i hope this year is full of fun, love, laughter, joy, and dreams come true. xoxox
Posted by: kat at March 31, 2004 03:08 PM (FhSIP)
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Happy Birthday Darlin... Enjoy the hell outta yourself.
Posted by: KJB at March 31, 2004 03:51 PM (pya+6)
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You know me to be honest, fair and unbiased. I don't like your haircut. Sorry.
Posted by: pylorns at March 31, 2004 04:00 PM (FTYER)
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One of us. One of us. One of us.
Welcome to the thirties.
Posted by: Guinness at March 31, 2004 04:14 PM (HUtSD)
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Happy B-day!
We have a similar haircut now! I sliced mine off last week. My sig other was afraid I'd look like a mushroom head too, but now he likes it - I'm not always bitching about him putting an elbow on my hair in the middle of sex, or pulling my hair when he runs his fingers through it..
Posted by: Courtney at March 31, 2004 04:49 PM (H+Rv6)
Posted by: Brandy at March 31, 2004 05:05 PM (zthBv)
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Happy Birthday! And I seen the picture of your haircut...I like it and dont see any resemblence of a butt =0)
Posted by: Dawn at March 31, 2004 07:16 PM (0GNJF)
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Happy Birthday Helen!
Enjoy Prague, its a wonderful city.
(I concur with everyone else your hair doesn't look like any sort of fungi, domestic or otherwise)
Posted by: Casey at March 31, 2004 08:20 PM (0M9ku)
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Happy birthday, and welcome to adulthood; that's what I've always called 30 and beyond.
hln
Posted by: hln at March 31, 2004 08:56 PM (CWwGn)
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Hooray! Happy Birthday Helen!!!
Have a wonderful weekend, here's wishing you tons of hot birthday sex
Posted by: Laura at March 31, 2004 09:45 PM (0CfOe)
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Parabéns Helen! Miguel.
Posted by: msd at March 31, 2004 09:55 PM (W/Ytp)
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Helen love, there should be some goodies waiting upon your return! Happy Birthday love and drink a vodka for me!
Posted by: Kaetchen at March 31, 2004 11:43 PM (1nMRx)
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Happy birthday to you...
Posted by: Simon at April 01, 2004 01:55 AM (UKqGy)
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Happy Birthday, Helen. I love your blog... And that's no April Fool's joke ;-)
Posted by: Sid at April 01, 2004 07:30 AM (44O7d)
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Drink of yourself. To a healthy and happy mind.
Posted by: Kyle at April 01, 2004 01:04 PM (blNMI)
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Happy Birthday Helen! Congrats on being the big 30!
Posted by: Amynah at April 01, 2004 01:40 PM (tqQaS)
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Happy birthday
Posted by: angel at April 01, 2004 02:48 PM (VDG65)
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H - Hope your Birthday was all that you hoped for and more.
Enjoy Prague, it's a beautiful city. I know I had a great time last time I was there. :-)
Posted by: Les at April 01, 2004 03:18 PM (hL8Mp)
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Happy Birthday! Hope you have a wonderful weekend!
Posted by: pam at April 01, 2004 03:51 PM (Pf5Zb)
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Happy Birthday! 30 really isn't so bad. I like the haircut and you do not have fungus-head or butt-head.
Posted by: selzach at April 01, 2004 06:09 PM (rOdWH)
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Happy Birthday Helen!! I really enjoy popping in form time to time.
BTW, 30? Please. You're just a baby!
Posted by: gymrat at April 01, 2004 08:09 PM (nnOa7)
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H,
I'm upgrading your run-of-the-mill Birthday gift EZ Bake Oven to the very cool "Blogger Edition", luv.
http://www.thinkgeek.com/stuff/41/ezbake.shtml
Happy 30th little flame.
Posted by: Paul at April 01, 2004 09:46 PM (bWfDG)
Posted by: Serenity at April 01, 2004 11:36 PM (L4epf)
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Happy birthday Helen,
enjoy the old city of Prague - it'll make you feel younger
Posted by: Stephen at April 02, 2004 02:57 AM (w/U8f)
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Welcome to Thirty-land. I have found it quite nice for the 26 days I've been in it.
Posted by: Lachlan at April 02, 2004 05:37 AM (4Kt6v)
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I love you guys
Posted by: Helen at April 02, 2004 07:53 AM (u33fP)
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finally got that picture in teh side to come up and i have to say I LOVE the new hair, and if my hair didnt do crazy curly things I would think about a hair cut like that!
Posted by: stinkerbell at April 07, 2004 06:34 PM (lkCj7)
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March 30, 2004
Do Only Unto Thyself What You'd Never Do Unto Others
I have always hurt myself.
Always.
As far back as I can remember, I would do things to myself, and for my entire life (up until last year, anyway), it was my dirty little secret that I never once told anyone about. Not even Kim. No one.
In my 8mm black and white viewing of my childhood, one of the things I do remember is pulling out my hair. Eyelashes. Hair on my head. Later pulling out arm hairs and being embarrassed about people being able to see the hair on my arm, I would wear sweaters even in the summer.
This progressed over time to bigger, deeper things. I remember as a pre-teen and teenager, I would walk into the kitchen, take out the enormous skillet that we used to toast the most perfect grilled cheese sandwiches in the world, and I would whack my arms with it, in the space between the elbow and the wrist. I would always do the top of the arm, and the amount of strokes varied with the stress and anguish I was feeling. More stress? More whacks.
I never told anyone.
As I got older, things got dicier. Whacking my arms with kitchen utensils just wasn't cutting it.
So I got to cutting it.
Razors became the weapon of choice, small nicks and cuts to my arms that would only satisfy me once they bled. When the thin horizon of red showed up on the pale arms, immediately my stress vanished and my work was done. The blood welling up was a throbbing reminder of what pain was supposed to feel like, how emotions could be real and concrete and could be handled. I am lucky that I have very few scars, actually. Only three or four, tiny Chinese noodle like marks up and down my arm.
And then, as I have written here, I further devolved into burning myself. Always on my hands. And always to the point that it would leave an angry red welt, which I would harass and mitigate with irritation so that it would leave an angry scar in a way that I could explain away. I fell on a barbecue grill. I got it taking cookies out of the oven. A candle fell over.
And this doesn't include the other punishments I put myself through-alcohol, laxatives, starvation. I tried it all (with the exception of drugs. Being an addictive personality, I saw all kinds of levels of that going wrong.)
My therapist mentioned that I seem to be the one person in the world that hates me the most. I think he's right. He also said that I was someone who seems so inordinately hell-bent on self-destruction that intervention would be the only way to save myself.
In other words: seek help, or become a statistic.
Now there's an auspicious beginning.
Self-mutilation seems to be the hip mental illness to have, the ADD of the 90's, the cocaine glamour of the 80's. It's more and more common, and the truth is, I don't think it should be. It's not cool to cut yourself. It's not ok that the warblings of basic teen angst, that time in life when we all suffered, is to whip out a razor and shrug it off. What it really is, is a sign that something is horribly and terribly wrong. I had a conversation with a fellow blogger dear to me that hurt themselves to prove they were invincible. I didn't really follow that path-the truth is, I have the worst confidence and self-esteem in the world. When I hear that I seem "full of myself", I just think: you don't know me at all.
I don't think there's one single reason why I hurt myself, more like a collection. I could never talk about my problems with anyone, I just buried them and moved on, but they lay there like a prickly starfish just beneath the surface anyway, begging me to pay attention to them. In order to not talk about how I felt, I would give myself a physical pain to focus on instead. See? I would tell myself. This is what pain should really feel like. This is pain, not that mamby-pamby shit that you think you are dealing with. Grow the fuck up and get over it.
I think I also did it in order to feel something. I often find myself in situations in which I should feel extraordinary happiness or sadness, and instead I feel nothing. Your beloved grandfather dies? Stop crying as you drive out of the cemetary. Stop thinking about it. Make it go away.
It's not because I am a socio-path and can't feel anything. It's because I don't let myself feel something. If it can't touch me, it can't hurt me.
My therapist and I were working on what causes me to treat myself like a human pincushion when I moved to England, and I am now working on getting a new therapist. At the very base of me, deep in the most horrible and hidden parts of me, something in me hates myself so wildly that all I seek to do is implode. Mr. Y has a hard time accepting what I've done to myself, and the reason he's told me is that he can't stand to see me in pain, to hurt myself, to cause myself angst.
The truth is, the pain causes peace of mind, but I can see his point.
Helen is still broken, and maybe always will be.
But I am staying away from the oven just now, anyway. And that's gotta' mean something.
-H.
PS-Karen, thank you so much for the wonderful book! I can't wait to read it!
PPS-Haircut on the sidebar.
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you know... I think that amongst bloggers (the ones I read, anyway) it's probably fairly common to be insecure, and a little nutty.
We just seem to be strong and stable because we're out there for everyone to see!
Posted by: melanie at March 30, 2004 08:01 AM (jDC3U)
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I knew one other person that hurt themselves, her motives were similar, it made her feel SOMETHING. when lifes events left her with nothing but crossed signals it was the one reality she could bank on, that, and our arguing. Fights it seemed were the other thing that gave her a sense of realism, of being alive, that someone cared enough to not just placate her and would actually take the effort to fight about something, anything made her feel cared for. The unfortunate part is that me, being the sensitive type, took it all very personally, and it tore me apart. In hindsight I suppose it was better than her hurting herself, but somehow I doubt it was really a good thing for either of us in the long run.
Love the hair Helen, then again I am a bad source on that, I think you look totally hot regardless of the hairstyle, or even without hair. How about it? EverydayBaldStranger? hehehe
Dane
Posted by: Dane at March 30, 2004 08:12 AM (ncyv4)
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One more thing, next camera gets a timer, Helen learns how to use it. That way every pic you post doesn't have your left shoulder trying to figure out how to be in the shot while still holding the camera! your poor left shoulder =)
Dane
Posted by: Dane at March 30, 2004 08:16 AM (ncyv4)
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Great haircut - maybe you should just leave the cutting to just the hair. Give the rest of your body a break.
Posted by: Simon at March 30, 2004 10:25 AM (OyeEA)
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I totally agree with Mr. Y's view on this. Watching someone dear to me in such pain, or hurting themselves, would drive me crazy.
And apparently I'm the only one around here who doesn't like your new haircut.
Posted by: Gudy at March 30, 2004 11:26 AM (yr88a)
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Nope Gudy-Anette didn't like it either.
I am still getting used to it, myself. I love my hair when it's long since I think it looks good, but I have a big round Asian face that doesn't take to long hair well, and I HATE fussing with my hair, I usually wind up with it in a ponytail. So why bother with long hair?
Posted by: Helen at March 30, 2004 12:39 PM (6dPV0)
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I'm not crazy about the hair, but I'm sure glad that damned Stars sweater is gone!!!
I have no comment about the self-mutilation. Don't think one is necessary. It sounds like you're aware of the problem, and trying to get help. I'm sure that just airing it out is a catharsis.
(I guess that was a comment, eh? Oh well. Consistency is the hobgoblin of small minds.)
Posted by: Easy at March 30, 2004 12:43 PM (g5f1O)
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Easy, one day I will convert you to being a Stars fan. I swear it's my mission in life!
Posted by: Helen at March 30, 2004 12:55 PM (6dPV0)
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Hope you enjoy the book. Happy birthday.
Posted by: Karen at March 30, 2004 01:34 PM (tWdSj)
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Shorterer and shorterer - lookin good there H.
Posted by: Rob at March 30, 2004 01:38 PM (kXZI6)
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Long hair is always the ultimate goal. That said, you look great in short too. This trim really shows off the oriental in your face, especially your eyes. Can't go wrong there.
Heh - I said "trim". That was cool.
I used to cut myself too. Not to cause pain or punish myself, but because it was so cool to be able to slice off skin without it hurting. I think it started after I saw a spy movie where one of the guys removed the pads of his fingers with a razor to obscure the fingerprints and make them more sensitive for safe cracking. I tried it and holy shit if it didn't work. Sometimes I'd mess it up and I'd have a nasty razor cut of various depth but boys are always cutting themselves up on stuff so it never attracted any attention.
This continued basically until puberty when I found more entertaining things to do with my private time.
Posted by: Jim at March 30, 2004 01:45 PM (IOwam)
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You mentioned self esteem, but it seems that you (indeed all of us) really need self worth. They're not the same. Self worth is to acknowledge that one's life is valuable and worth living. Self esteem (by its very definition) is to elevate one's opinion of himself. Can one have self worth without self esteem? Absolutely. It's called humility.
I think we should have more self worth and less self esteem. When we esteem others rather than ourselves and they do the same, we end up with a really caring and considerate society. When we esteem others as more important than ourselves, they often (not always) reciprocate.
Who wouldn't want to be surrounded by people who think you're more important than they are? That would promote all kinds of selfless, wonderful, giving actions.
Posted by: Solomon at March 30, 2004 01:58 PM (t5Pi1)
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darlin, if i'm not broken (and i just decided that i'm not) then you are not broken either. no way jose. just keep loving yourself, treating yourself like the precious goddess you are, and things will get better.
and i must say, you have the cutest nose on the planet! i just want to eat it up! :-)
Posted by: kat at March 30, 2004 02:10 PM (FhSIP)
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Sadly, I completely understand this post. But on a happier note, you look marvelous!
Posted by: Marie at March 30, 2004 03:14 PM (PQxWr)
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well, since I could never grow my hair out and look good... and Helen can.... I must have been admiring her long hair for that reason : )
Others have pretty much expressed my feelings on self-mutilation... time to get a grip and live life.. live life to please oneself, not to please others... have a strong self-image!
Posted by: Annette at March 30, 2004 03:24 PM (N/DjY)
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H,
I was one of the biggest opponents to the short hair direction but damn! You look great!
Please keep away from the stove, luv. I will send you an Easy Bake Oven for your birthday. Think of it as a Nicoderm patch. Besides, you and Y could make some wonderful treats for afternoon tea.
In case I miss the big day:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, little flame!
We are all better people for still having you with us!
Posted by: Paul at March 30, 2004 03:28 PM (bWfDG)
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So glad you're still here with us. Especially for the stories you share. May we all learn a little something from them.
Hair looks great! You're way braver than I...
Posted by: Rebecca at March 30, 2004 03:53 PM (ZHfdF)
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Some people get some pleasure out of a little pain. Let me explain: in the shower, if I get the water really hot on my belly or the opposite part of my elbow (whats´ that called?...), after the burn comes a strange sense of pleasure. Weird, I know. Could never really explain it.
Hair can grow back, but you look great still. Miguel.
Posted by: msd at March 30, 2004 04:33 PM (VVHgk)
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Well Jim put it succinctly;-) One God-given gift of life that no one has yet figured out a way to make us pay them for it. Of course killjoy folks can shove a stupid anti-"self-abuse" pamphlet in our hands; "Here, read this." (said in quiet solemnity) when we are young and impressionable. But the real God has a way around that; approximately 10 days later and you wake up in the morning Pow! Pow! and your body IS truly abusing itself! After immediately studying some pertinent physiology, learned it is like muscles; needs exercise to keep strong and fit. To hell with folk's mystical god. There for a bit they had me thinking life was going to be hell.
Posted by: Roger at March 30, 2004 05:18 PM (8S2fE)
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Yeah, I think I will grow it out long next, to see the contrast. Then decisions to be made!
Paul-I just love the Easy Bake oven. Love it.
Solomon-no way do I like being "elevated" above others. The responsibility that that implies is overwhelming. I prefer to just be and admire others around me. People astound me.
Jim, Marie, Rebecca, MSD, and Roger (and anyone I missed!)-I'm not saying pain is bad. A little candle wax during a little sex is a great thing. But pain can be an issue when you use it to avoid any other feelings. Roger, my lovely-when they push those pamphlets in my hands, I always show them my scars and walk away. Works wonders
Posted by: Helen at March 30, 2004 06:40 PM (tdh2z)
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Miguel - I do that too with the shower.
Helen,
I think your face is what makes your hair so lovely. No matter the style.
P.S. My tests came back negative.
Posted by: Tiffani at March 30, 2004 07:16 PM (xpNFK)
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I understand this post all too well. I'm glad to hear you're staying away from the oven. I'm keeping my nails short (they grow to be surprisingly sharp little fuckers). I know what you mean when you talk about how the physical pain as a focus and the not letting yourself feel things. No words of advice, just understanding.
On a lighter note, i am a big fan of the hair
Very cute!
Posted by: Laura at March 30, 2004 07:53 PM (0CfOe)
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Helen: I don't perceive you as an "I'm better than others" person, but you used the term self-esteem in your post, and that term denotes putting one's self first or higher. Everyone talks about wanting, needing, or having good self-esteem, but what I think we need is good self-worth (each of us is extremely valuable) and even better others-esteem.
It may be splitting hairs (which I can ill afford to do
, but I think it's worth mentioning.
Posted by: Solomon at March 30, 2004 08:14 PM (t5Pi1)
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I agree strongly with melanie that bloggers tend to represent a population that has a little more damage than average. If nothing else, we're certainly more willing to *talk* about our failures - even if it's only to strangers.
What I wonder, H, is what got you thinking about this again, two days before your 30th birthday. What's up that you're reviewing this stuff?
Posted by: Kaetchen at March 30, 2004 09:48 PM (1nMRx)
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Helen, I was referring to Jim's nicely worded reference to after puberty 'self abuse' (you've heard masturbation termed this way?); made me laugh and remember early disinformation I had to get past about human sexuality. There is nothing meaner than giving a kid bad information about sex; better no information at all and let Mother Nature teach us.
Solomon, I follow your distinction, it's just that Merriam-Webster online points
self-worth to self-esteem which has two defs as you say. And as you, Melanie and Kaetchen point out, Helen, her commentors and many other bloggers 'do not think more highly of themselves than they ought to think' and it is good to think of ourselves as valuable as we are. But you can spot the other type; the hoity-toity ones who feel the need to abuse a waiter/waitress or an employee, and most politicians:-), etc.
And Helen, whenever someone pushes a Christian tract at me, I often ask for a whole Bible instead because that is what they should be doing. Good people will give you one and this is one way to tell. I've sat and watched in a college town the tract-hander/student interactions and it is amazing how many people cannot refuse to accept a tract. Young men full of piss and vinegar even take it but usually throw it in the trash in sight of the tract-hander; others wait till their around the corner or on the bus. It can be quite comical.
Posted by: Roger at March 30, 2004 11:34 PM (8S2fE)
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No Helen, I mean I really understand how it feels to actually get relief from seeing the blood let and feeling the ensuing physical pain . I struggle, the same as you with this...I really, ummm, for lack of better words... feel your pain and understand it. That's all. I've Never utter these words before.
Posted by: Marie at March 31, 2004 02:10 AM (3Y1np)
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Marie and Laura-you're in good company. And I think you're both brave for admitting it here. And I am here to vent to, if you need to.
Kaetchen-I feel a bit weird about turning 30, but not burn-worthy of it. Now, when I turn 40, then we may have an issue
Roger-sorry, I misunderstood. And about the masturbation/self-abuse? Yup. Definitely been there. And like I could quit!
Solomon-I totally lack self-worth. That's for sure.
Tiffani-GREAT NEWS! I am so happy for you (and thanks for putting it in my comments, since I have been wondering, and have had almost no internet time!) Party time for you!
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awww, Helen, sweetie - 30 was definitely the worst birthday. I cried the whole day long. 40 was liberating and 50 was better.
Your short hair looks great.
Find a therapist fast. I feel like I could be your older (much older) big sister, and I want to make sure you take care of yourself.
Happy Birthday - Mr. Y is there - you have your dream job - nothing can stop you now!
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March 28, 2004
The Battle Begins
There are some split-ups that are easy (as far as breakups go, anyway)-you don't like each other, in fact, you may hate each other. Someone cheated. Someone lied. Someone broke your heart.
Other breakups are substantially harder. Perhaps there was nothing inherintly wrong to begin with. Perhaps it just became a sea of issues, distance, and the inability to reach out to each other. Maybe it was a solid love built on an unstable platform. Or maybe it simply wasn't the right choice. In the end, all you can do is look at the tattered remains of what once was a relationship and mourn its passing.
Mr. Y and I are both facing moving on after the demise of our previous relationships. We are not only finding what was wrong with our past ones, but what must be looked after in this one, to safeguard it. We also are learning about what we have missed terribly in the past lives we had.
And it's the little things, mingled in with great big chunks of problems. My biggest issue with X Partner Unit was that I simply couldn't talk to him. We didn't have that kind of relationship, and we couldn't grow into one, either. When I tried to break through that sound barrier, no matter how gently I tread, he viewed it as an attack on his manhood. He also (as I have stated previously), had a very scary temper, however I was only exposed to it a handful of times in our marriage.
For Mr. Y, the issues seem a bit more mutable, perhaps due as a function to the length of that relationship. The light went out on the relationship a while ago, and what was left for them was a good companionship but-again-without the ability to talk about things. Now he gets to spend time exploring what he and I have in common, and luckily he is finding that it's more than just good chemistry and great sex.
But this doesn't mean that the guilt has let go. From time to time we both suffer deep pangs of guilt over the stress and pain that are in abundance around us. Guilt which makes us take steak knives to each other in an attempt to ease our pain. We always hurt the ones closest to us, after all. So we do our Itchy and Scratchy routine, stabbing each other with emotional ice picks, and then after the fountains of blood have ceased we beg forgiveness for our stupidity and stubbornness.
For Mr. Y, guilt popped up the other night in bed, as we lay side by side talking about how his ex seems to be moving on.
"I want HER to be happy." he said, and I believed him. "SHE deserves it, and I really honestly don't feel weird about it."
"And what about you?" I asked. "What do you deserve?"
"To be put in prison." he replied softly. Hmm. Doesn't bode well.
But a few days later I know what he meant. The stressful call with X Partner Unit about him cleaning out his closet-and cleaning out our cats-had me feeling terrible. And X Partner Unit jets off to China today, and he told me I could call him before he left if I wanted to, he didn't really care. He would be partying hard all weekend anyway. I could hear him shrugging down the phone, dismissing his soon to be ex-wife, while coldly looking around the house and wondering what other remnants of me he could get rid of. I don't blame him. Really.
And I thought about it and thought about it, and a few times I reached for the phone and got ready to call. But each time I snapped the clamshell lid closed on the mobile, deciding that the best thing for both of us would be to start the process of just letting it all go. And X Partner Unit didn't call me, either.
In the battle for Getting Over the Exes, I am not sure who's winning, X Partner Unit or I.
In a battle like this, maybe there are no victors.
-H.
PS-thank you so much, Kat. I just loved my gift, and it will be joining me in Prague! I am saving up for one of your lucious paintings.
PPS-Broadband internet gets installed Monday!
PPPS-On Saturday we adopted a 4 month old baby. View image
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the amount of guilt one person can feel never ceases to amaze me. after six years my hubby still feels it - for "what he did to his kids".
I don't think he feels guilt over his ex anymore. time has enabled him to see that it took two. not just one, to end their marriage.
but the good news is, it doesn't suffocate him anymore.
I'm sure you and Mr Y will work through this
Posted by: melanie at March 28, 2004 09:12 PM (jDC3U)
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You've struck a nerve here. As a child of divorce, I vowed never to do that to my kids.
As an adult, things look different.
Just learn from the past. Don't live in it. And you'll be OK.
By the way...I just LOVE the baby! She's adorable! I'm not sure who she resembles most...
Posted by: Easy at March 28, 2004 10:12 PM (pUIXt)
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Helen, here´s what your post got me thinking...
What does really make a relation work out? Considering mine, I wonder. Love helps, it does, but still...
Angels in America was on stage here, some years ago. One of the best plays I ever saw. Truly a good memory.
Long live broadband!
THE coolest car! Drove one when it came out here, really breath-taking. Didn´t quite picture you like the Italian car type of person.
You surprise me in a lot of ways. And also, this is the last time I "comment" with just one drink to many on me... lol. Miguel.
Posted by: msd at March 29, 2004 12:10 AM (Yq8kC)
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An Alfa?!?! Helen, you don't need a therapist, you need a good mechanic who will listen to your problems!
To be fair, the last Alfa I drove was a 1980 Spyder. A wonderful engine, it made the most delicious sounds, but it was served up in the worst combination of fake/chromed/plastic/wood interior parts I have ever seen in any car. I'm hope they have gotten their act together on all that by now. Honestly, aside from the various bits shaking off and falling on your legs at every bump, it was a fun car to drive.
If nothing else it looks much more serious than the bug, people might even move over when the see you in the mirror, and even more important you can tell the front from the back =)
Be good =)
Dane
Posted by: Dane at March 29, 2004 01:03 AM (ncyv4)
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Nice car! Looks like a comfortable ride! And is that your dear Mr. Y standing proudly next to the car?
Posted by: Annette at March 29, 2004 03:18 AM (nr0Qv)
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what a sweet baby! ;-)
break-ups are hard. icky. painful. in my experience they've never been clean-cut. cheesey as it sounds, time helps...and good lovin helps too.
Posted by: kat at March 29, 2004 03:26 AM (FhSIP)
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Helen, what's going to happen to the cats? Are they coming to live with you?
Posted by: wench at March 29, 2004 03:38 AM (j4ByO)
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Helen here.
From the library.
Again.
Bad news-the broadband will take another two weeks to hook up, but the good news is, I have a home phone line now!
The car is indeed a lovely Alfa, but that's not Mr. Y by the car, it's me (Mr. Y wouldn't wear my sparkly heart T-shirt, you see.)
What does it take to make a relationship? Here's my recipe:
Communication
Passion
Chemistry
Deep friendship
Trust
The ability to eat off each other's plate
Respect
Works so far.
And the cats will indeed be coming to join me, although it will take about 5-6 months to clear UK rules for quarantine. I can't wait.
-Off to chop off the rest of my hair now!-
Posted by: Helen at March 29, 2004 10:10 AM (6dPV0)
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Will the poor cats be in quarantine for 6 months?!
I know the UK is ridicuously strict/paranoid about rabies.
We brought our cats over to Australia from the States. We were careful to have all the titre (rabies anti-body tests) and vacines done at the required intervas so they'd "only" have to stay in quarintine for a month. We were so stressed out worry about them surviving the 20 hour flight - e.g. that they'd panic get dehydrated etc etc but they were o.k. They acted tense and different for a few months but the stress was alot better than leaving them. It was worth ever penny of the 3-4K in permit fees, vet bills, quarintine costs and airfare! I joke about it now and say that the cats got to fly over on Quantas but I got stuck on United :-/
Seriously though, it makes me really angry that all these illegal immigrants are allowed in but they add all these expenses and hardships for animals. I mean who's more likely to blow up your plane or give you a disease? A human or a cat?!!!
Posted by: Steve P at March 29, 2004 01:19 PM (+5Rhz)
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Any chance of sending the new baby around the world and if so me first!
Posted by: Simon at March 29, 2004 01:35 PM (mDaBh)
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I've some experience in long-term and difficult relationships (coming up on 25 years), and Helen pegged it with 'communication' and 'friendship'. You have to like someone to stay happy, and 'like' isn't the same as 'love'.
We have two rules: 1 - nobody goes to bed mad. Doesn't matter if it takes all night, you never go to sleep pissed off at each other. 2 - never threaten divorce or leaving each other. When you're in the middle of a fight, you'll say hateful things to hurt each other, and rule 2 is where we draw the line. That's something to be discussed seriously, not shouted at each other in fury or spite.
One more thing that works for us: each of us wants what's best for the other - always. Simple concept, but difficult in practice.
YMMV.
Posted by: Ted at March 29, 2004 01:58 PM (blNMI)
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Why Helen, I think you're just spoofing me, LOL .... hmm, I rather like your longer hair... and the person in the pic seems to be without hair : )
Posted by: Annette at March 29, 2004 04:12 PM (xgI97)
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Call me crazy, but that guy looks much older than 4 months. Is he one of those rapidly aging alien babies that becomes fully mature within days rather than years? And did you really need to adopt him? Apparently he already has his license
Ted: What are you talking about?!? It takes too much effort to try to resolve an argument before going to bed. So does putting anyone besides yourself first. I'm just not sure what to make of this kind of thinking. Wait a minute, yes I am....two thumbs up!...WAY UP!!!
Posted by: Solomon at March 29, 2004 06:27 PM (t5Pi1)
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Steve-nope, my babies won't be in quarantine. Since they're in the EU already, they don't need to be put through it all. Just rabies testing, then a scary flight
My comments section seems much less lively than usual. I think I've lost my touch since moving, perhaps...
Posted by: Helen at March 29, 2004 08:40 PM (ADrg6)
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No comments? OK, I'll make comments : ) Your new hair cut looks quite stylish! but, you know what? I really liked your long hair, like it was several months back before you got the first cut... anyway, you must please yourself : )
Posted by: Annette at March 29, 2004 10:23 PM (y15Dc)
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Your hair looks great!
Posted by: Heather at March 29, 2004 10:52 PM (x+qpG)
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ooo, i adore your haircut!
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March 26, 2004
A Funny On the Way to Gatwick
Almost a year ago I was on a business trip from the US back to Sweden, and I was routed through the UK. I had to switch airports, though, and go from Heathrow to Gatwick. I had been flying all night, I was pretty fucking tired, and I went to buy a cup of coffee, with my baggage cart piled high. I got some change out of my briefcase, turned and bought the coffee, turned back around, and saw (to my horror) that the briefcase was gone.
Gone.
And with it, my passport, tickets, wallet, mobile phone, credit cards, MD player, and the book that I was happily enjoying.
A tense overnight stay and tearful visit to the US Embassy later, and I was back in business. A bit sheepish, upset, and more than a little insecure that my goods were gone, but heading back to Stockholm anyway.
If you've ever been robbed, you know the utter hatred, hopelessness, and despair that it makes you feel about yourself and your fellow man.
So imagine my surprise when Dear Mate called me and said the police had called him (I had left his number as the contact number, since he was in the UK and I was Sweden-based then). My briefcase, passport, and credit cards had been found dumped in some bushes by a bicycler, and had been turned in. I could go and collect them.
Wow. It almost feels like a sign to me. The gods are looking down and deciding to reward me for being here, for Life Number 6. I have decided to get a tiny statue of the Ganesh-the Hindu god of luck and new beginnings. It certainly seems to be relevant.
So tomorrow I am heading in to the police station in south London to re-claim my items. Although the passport is no longer valid (I reported it stoled), it will be so wonderful to see the stamps of my travels from so many years ago. Of all the goods taken from the bag, that's the only thing that I wanted back. The sentimental value of that passport is unbelievable. I wanted to see the stamps again of my first trip out of the US-to Paris, and in to Kim's arms. My fabulous holiday to the Seychelles, and my heart-warming and tender trip to Jersey. And of course, the trip to Bangkok that brought me to where I am today.
All coming back now, since a stranger had taken a chance and done the right thing. Ganesh is already doing the job.
Strange that three stamps in the passport equate to three men that have so utterly affected my life and my heart.
Although sometimes I have been knocked down, disappointed, and hurt, the kindness and generosity of people will never stop to amaze me, ever.
-H.
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It's those little acts of kindness that get me through the day sometimes. I'm glad things worked out so well for you.
Posted by: Sue at March 26, 2004 07:04 AM (rZmE1)
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Good for them. Restores some faith in humanity.
Posted by: AJ at March 26, 2004 07:10 AM (xezQe)
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I know what you mean. While collecting my shipped boxes my passport vanished. I could cry I dont mind so much getting a new one, just well I wish I could have my stamps back.
Nice to know I am not the only sentimental one about a passort.
Posted by: stinkerbell at March 26, 2004 08:21 AM (lkCj7)
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It's funny how the artifacts of our lives that may seem insignificant to others carry the most weight with us.
Keep thinking those good thoughts, little flame.
Posted by: Paul at March 26, 2004 03:38 PM (bWfDG)
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yay for wonderful luck and things coming together. i knew they would. xoxoxox rock on helen!
Posted by: kat at March 26, 2004 04:29 PM (QkuGS)
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"It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart." ~Anne Frank
It's true. Most people are good.
Posted by: Easy at March 26, 2004 07:26 PM (nSTQ5)
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This is my first time to your site. I love it. Your writing style is so wonderful. Have you ever thought of compiling your journal and publishing it?
Posted by: Amy at March 27, 2004 04:36 PM (Ltu+q)
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hey Helen,
you are the only person that can write about the subway aad make it sound....uh, nice.
-yes I know that was included in yesterday's post, but I felt like writing it here.
J
Posted by: Jimi at March 27, 2004 06:55 PM (lN8eP)
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I understand completely how awful that feels. My purse was stolen a few months ago--i felt just utterly sick and helpless and angry!
I'm so glad to hear your things are finding their way back to you...restore my faith in humanity a bit too!
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March 25, 2004
Is This My Life?
Yesterday I had a meeting in a different part of London. I got up at oh-God-hundred and hauled myself off to the train station. The night before had been a bit weird-I checked in with X Partner Unit, who has been doing some cleaning out of his own. If I don't take our cats, they will be "gotten rid of". Arrangements are now being made for rabies vaccinations and testing, so that they can bypass the 3 month quarantine (the UK doesn't have rabies, and so all animals entering the UK must be aproved through a 5 month EU process or put in quarantine (aka a kennel and a cage) for 3 months to make sure they don't have the virus. I couldn't put my cats through that, so they will go the approved EU route.) My Swedish farm cats will be joining me later this year (good news, eh Stevie!) and I am so happy about that.
He's packing me out of his life and moving on, and I am glad about that for his sake, but I do miss his friendship. Mr. Y was a sweetheart about it all, and very understanding.
Mr. Y got up with me yesterday morning, even though he didn't need to. Safely secured in his flannel robe I bought him, he sleepily hugged me and provided me with a hot mug of coffee, with just the perfect amount of milk in it. We sat on the couch, sipping the coffee, and when I left I held my hand up and we linked fingers, promising to see each other soon.
Once on the train, I sat there, looking out the window, crossing and uncrossing my legs, moving sleepily on the scratchy green seats. The sun was making an appearance in the low grey sky, and I settled in, iPod earphones in place, music stretching its way through my ears.
I got into Paddington Station, and I am still just so amazed that this is my point of entry into the world of Dream Job. That several times a week I get to slide my way into the Victorian structure, so large and gaping that I could throw a stone towards the curved steel-beamed roof and never come close to hitting it. Is this my life? This new me?
I made my way down to the Underground, amongst the throngs of people. I love that moment when you stand on the tube platform and you can tell a train is coming. The air within the station gets sucked and pulled in, and then with a sudden whoosh it heads out of the tunnel, being displaced by the dogged train, and blows your hair from your face and your bad mood from your soul.
I rode the train, and then switched, and when I emerged I was at the stop you take to see Buckingham Palace. People hustled all around me-men in their business suits looking stressed. Tourists with small backpacks and good walking shoes looking tired but impressed. Double decker buses hauling their daily ware to their destinations and cab drivers menacing the lot of us.
In the building, I was stunned to find that the window behind me overlooked the London Eye and Parliament, just a bit away. The Union Jack flew high on Parliament, flapping in the wind managed by a half-sunny half-grey sky. The meeting commenced, and I dug in, taking action points and discussions, finding my way through the new world of Dream Job.
When the meeting ended, I ate a sandwich staring at the view across the way-Parliament. I work here? Is this my life? It's so amazing to me. It's so incredible that I came all the way from the pit of hell to the dizzying heights I am now. And what a distance there is to fall this time, should the fall come.
Leaving the office, school girls with pleated skirts, minty scents, bunchy-kneed tights and wayward ties danced up and down the sidewalk. My mood was high despite my stress about work, the fracture in the relationship with my family, and my heartbreak over the collapse of relationships around me. Businessmen, heading back the way they came, looked more grim than before. I smiled at each one of them, and although they were startled at first, each one of them smiled back.
And when I got to the train station, Mr. Y was there on a bench waiting for me. I walked up to him, arms flung wide, and engulfed myself in his scent. People walking past us on the platform smiled at us and continued on their way, heading towards their partners, their kitchens, their families, their dream-filled beds.
And later, when we went to bed and after a long session of lovemaking in which he gave me a number of dizzying orgasms before finishing off one for himself, Mr. Y planted a small line of kisses on the curve of my right shoulder. He turned me over on my side, slid his arm around me and hauled my bottom into the warm curve of his pelvis, picked up my breast like a small bag of warm sand and held it in his hand, falling asleep that way.
And as I fell asleep, I thought: this is my life.
Please God don't let me fuck it up somehow.
-H.
PS-exactly one week until I turn 30. Wow!
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Aren´t you sounding/writing more English like ? ;-) Miguel.
Posted by: msd at March 25, 2004 10:12 AM (VVHgk)
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Oh God-am I?
I really, really want to not integrate my language to the point of compromising! Point it out when you see it!
Posted by: Helen at March 25, 2004 10:16 AM (6dPV0)
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Heck, Helen - You've used colloquialisms from across the pond since you first started writing this blog so I'm assuming they've been in place for some time. Don't fret it - it's wonderful. It adds to your mystique and alure. ;-)
Posted by: Jim at March 25, 2004 10:57 AM (saeHM)
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H don't worry about it - inside every American there's an Englishman trying to get out
and I totally know what you mean about the tube wind, I'mnalways amazed that so few people comment on it.
Posted by: Rob at March 25, 2004 11:38 AM (kXZI6)
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There's no Englishman inside me wanting to get out, mate. Right then. Now that we've cleared that up, shall we have some tea? Jolly good.
Nope, there's no English wannabe inside ol' Solomon. I went to England for a 10 day visit back in '87 and loved it. I'd like to go again, but the super-model Mrs. Solomon doesn't want to go. Maybe when Angel1 & Angel2 are older, I'll revisit England with them.
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Helen, Jim is right. You´ve used colloquialisms, but probably from across everywhere in the world you´ve been to. And indeed does add to your mystique... Miguel.
Posted by: msd at March 25, 2004 01:55 PM (wW77H)
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new life sounds wonderful, exciting, fascinating, dream-like, fun...
and i'm so happy to hear your kitties are coming to be with you. :-) of course...because what is life without sweet kitties in it? xoxox
Posted by: kat at March 25, 2004 01:56 PM (FhSIP)
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in case you missed us... we're back... after a week of downtime...
Posted by: pylorns at March 25, 2004 02:15 PM (FTYER)
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Thank heaven for those happy days...keeping us going for all the rest
Abs x
Posted by: abs at March 25, 2004 02:39 PM (lnpfn)
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Helen,
This comes from riding dirtbikes, but it applies amazingly well to just about anything in life... If you look at the rock in the road you will hit it, look at where you want to go, not where you don't. It sounds simple, even obvious, but damnit if its not true (broken bike parts, and healed bruises to prove it), riding along, if you focus on the rock you will hit it, if you see the rock and make yourself look at the clear spot next to it you will miss it everytime. Its like if we allow our brains to focus on the danger point, it ignores the other solutions. if you make it focus on a solution, while recognising, but not focusing on the danger point, it automagically avoids the danger.
So, about that directoship they all but offered you when you started, you got the clear path to that figures out yet? =)
Posted by: Dane at March 25, 2004 03:41 PM (ncyv4)
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Every once in a while we get to look down at the world we've created and think, "holy mother, this is MINE?" It's affirming and wonderful - and I hope it fills you right up!
Posted by: Kaetchen at March 25, 2004 05:05 PM (1nMRx)
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I don't know what schoolgirls you've been seeing, but the ones around here stink to high heaven. They sure as hell don't smell like mint. God forbid if you get on a bus full of them.
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Posted by: angel at March 25, 2004 06:37 PM (zfiwL)
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Angel, your comments make me laugh.
Posted by: Helen at March 25, 2004 07:36 PM (onZgN)
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Angel, your comments make me laugh.
I aim to please.
Posted by: angel at March 25, 2004 08:18 PM (zfiwL)
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and you still haven't told us where to send the cards!
your life is sounding awesome, btw
Posted by: melanie at March 25, 2004 09:59 PM (jDC3U)
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..good for you, Helen... sounds like you are right where you need to be right now...
..I know the area you are talking about in London... in a former life, I had to take/give seminars at the DTI headquarters... just a short walk from Parliment.. beautiful area... enjoy, babe.... oh, and there is a GREAT Greek chocolate store near there.. Leonidas, I think... treat yourself...
Posted by: Eric at March 25, 2004 11:29 PM (Py0cM)
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YAY!!!! CATS!!!
Now I'm all teary eyed again. Mostly cause you're getting them back, yet also cause it's gonna take so long...sigh.
Well...at least you'll have them back with you and I can already imagine how gloriously happy they're gonna be to see you!
Oh...and, in my head, I always hear a light English accent when I read you. The colloquialisms are just natural and perfect.
OOOhhh...the kitties are coming!! The kitties are coming!!! Pardon me while I go gallop around on the horse and holler that for a while...
Posted by: Stevie at March 26, 2004 02:16 AM (BXUKM)
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I am so very happy for you
Life #6 sounds wonderful!
Posted by: Laura at March 26, 2004 02:59 AM (0CfOe)
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Im so happy for you
Posted by: butterflies at March 26, 2004 03:45 AM (karT6)
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Sounds like Life 6 is starting well enough to make up for the other 5 all together.
Don't worry about the colloquialisms, it's a sign you're leaving that American ignorance behind and becoming a woman of the world.
*ducks*
Posted by: Simon at March 26, 2004 03:53 AM (UKqGy)
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Eric, I think you will find that Leonidas is in fact Belgian.
Posted by: Gudy at March 26, 2004 12:45 PM (CQSdt)
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..thanks, Gudy... I haven't been there in 5 years or so, and the noggin doesn't always hang on to the correct info.. the shop may not even still be there, but if it is, it's worth a visit... chocolate is worth the effort, Belgian, Greek, or whatever...
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March 24, 2004
Refrigerator Magic
Mr. Y and Lloyd can be absolute "lads", in that they act like little boys with Tonka trucks in the sandbox, kicking the sand in the face of the lone scrawny American who wishes to park her tractor there, too. They love to gang up on the lone American chickie and give her grief, usually all done under the guise of friendly drinking.
We spend our evenings watching Lloyd's favortie "Eastenders", which is this English soap opera in which everyone has slept with everyone, hates everyone, or plans on chopping up and cooking everyone, the boys talking about the brilliance that is Jeremy Clarkson (an uppity guy with a Brillo pad for a hairdo that reviews cars and loves to make fun of Americans, all done while trying to fit his gut in under the steering wheel), or one or another of us having to pay up on bets we have had in which we have checked a word in the dictionary and proved ourselves triumphant. They especially like to make fun of American terms and phrases.
Yeah...cause that never gets old.
Losers.
Friday is my night. I claim the TV then. It's my American TV, beer, and pizza night. I have one hour of "Friends", some "Will and Grace", and (up until last week), "Sex and the City". They showed the last episode of that last week, and I cried like a baby.
I also seem to be cleaning a lot-not because they make me, but since I hate clutter, I hate dirty dishes, and I hate not having things in their proper places. That, and I think that loose hairs should be moved out of the bathtub, peach toilet paper should be illegal, and meals don't have to be eaten over the sink.
The boys are a great laugh, though. I really love them.
A bit about Lloyd-he's 30 years old (only just), of Indian descent, and very discreet-he only just revealed that he has recently split up after a long term relationship. He and I went and saw "Starsky and Hutch", we watch terrible TV when Mr.Y is away, and we discuss the pros and cons of the death penalty while knocking out a bottle of wine (I am pro, he is against.)
But sometimes the boys come through in a startling round of sensitivity. Mr. Y gets sensitive to me doing too much washing up, and we truly do take turns making dinner. Lloyd likes to re-adjust the lilies I have bought, making sure they all get equal time in the sun, and he likes to sit beneath them and just take in their deep, woody scent.
And one thing that they have stunned me on is the refrigerator poetry.
You know those stupid magnets that are used to make poetry, all in cheesy Times Roman type on white blocks. I actually hate those things, since (to be honest) I hate clutter. But the boys have these things, and from time to time, I walk into the kitchen and find a new phrase on the fridge. These, to date, are what I have found:
-She blows like a mad dancing queen.
-Sit on my face and drink the lust cup.
-Don't go for my ass you uphill gardener.
-Stop mooning at old boys in the jungle.
-Lick white glory hard from behind and she is in heaven.
But sometimes the boys can be sensitive. So last night I stumbled into the kitchen for a glass of water, and turning on the light, I saw:
"Memories crowd a lonely heart."
Sometimes the boys can touch me with their sweetness.
But once I get all soft on them, they make fun of the way we say Birmingham, Alabama, and then I hate them all over again.
-H.
PS-Happy Birthday, Best Friend. I miss you!
PPS-Abs, thanks for the wonderful card. I loved it!
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Leeme guess - they don't like the way you pronounce the "ham" in Birmingham.
Quick note to Y and Lloyd - get over it. It's in the US and we can pronounce it any way we wanna.
Posted by: Clancy at March 24, 2004 07:02 PM (EGVPL)
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Yeah, that's right. Tell them if they had done it right in the first place we wouldn't have had to do it over again in the States.
Posted by: Jim at March 24, 2004 07:14 PM (IOwam)
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A boy moved in with my roommate and i a couple of months ago and i totally understand what you're talking about. He can be so very messy (eww! clean out the sink after you shave!!!) and i often think he's just a big red neck oaf. However, i too was surprised by his sensitivity a couple of days ago. My little sister is in grade 12 and i was freaking out about her partying and kissing boys and such and he has a little sister the same age and actually had some great advice and comforting words. It was rather impressive as usually all he talks about is drinking and fighting
silly boy.
Glad to hear the roommate situation is mostly good
Posted by: Laura at March 24, 2004 07:41 PM (Ne+Gc)
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bwahaaha, i love "Don't go for my ass you uphill gardener." that's awesome.
an old roommate left us a set of raunchy refrigerator poetry magnets. it was good fun. but we had to take it down when his parents came to visit. tee!
Posted by: kat at March 24, 2004 08:24 PM (QkuGS)
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What's wrong with the way we say Birmingham, Alabama?
If they didn't want the 'h', they should have removed it.
Posted by: Serenity at March 24, 2004 08:37 PM (3XIYy)
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mmmhhh... I´m not making fun of anyone’s English. Once had to do the voice over of a program, the final test screening for clients approval, because our usual journalist wasn´t available. The program was history related, and to be broadcasted in English only. People were laughing on the ground... the client loved the show, but thought my accent came from the docking area of... Amsterdam! Miguel.
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For the first year that I was here, people seemed to treat me like I was personally responsible for everything the US government has ever done, and they seemed to delight in making fun of everything I did, said, or wore.
Now that I have been here for 5 and a half years, people still treat me the same way, but I've learned that it's really not personal.
It will probably get very old a lot faster than you'll get used to it, but one day you'll laugh along with them
Posted by: angel at March 24, 2004 09:33 PM (zfiwL)
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Oh yeah--EastEnders rocks!!!
Posted by: angel at March 24, 2004 09:37 PM (zfiwL)
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As I was born in Birmingham (and my family have never forgiven me for it. Birmingham = bad, heh. I see no problem with the place/people. Apparently that makes me retarded.) and then lived in Manchester/Leeds/Northumberland(?) before I moved to Australia, I can comment and with certainty & divine approval/support, say:
Haha, Americans.
Posted by: Meg at March 25, 2004 01:21 AM (19KT0)
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Cool, so its like you are living in a reverse 'Three's Company" sitcom?
Posted by: Marie at March 25, 2004 02:11 AM (3Y1np)
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LOL I love magnetic poetry
Posted by: Onyx at March 25, 2004 02:13 AM (G3591)
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Soooo...
Got any CATS/KITTENS yet?
Impatiently waiting,
me
Posted by: Stevie at March 25, 2004 07:08 AM (N2h+z)
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I love Eastenders! You can always be sure that the Christmas day episode will be so sad and depressing that however hard Christmas with the family was seeming, after 'Enders' you feel almost grateful!
I also love male flatemates, i have three, and as for fridge poetry? fab!
Glad you liked the card petal, now, can i please know the date of your birthday?!
abs x
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Wow...I love that phrase. Memories truly do crowd a lonely heart. And sometimes they're the only thing that keeps it going.
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March 23, 2004
Luuka The Snowboarding Genius
Our lovely Brass has sent photos of Luuka in Colorado. It looks like they had a wonderful time, and Brass took care to make sure to protect her fragile ears. She is now board for Jersey and the open arms of Rob.
That damn lucky bear.
-H.
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Posted by: Jim at March 23, 2004 08:54 PM (IOwam)
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LOL! She is going to be one well travelled bear! Lucky Luuka!
Posted by: melanie at March 23, 2004 09:59 PM (jDC3U)
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In the next pic, does Luuka ski the black diamond?
Posted by: Kaetchen at March 23, 2004 11:04 PM (1nMRx)
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that's the cutest picture! i love the little hat!!
Posted by: kat at March 24, 2004 01:46 AM (FhSIP)
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She's gone from the beach to the snow in about 2 weeks. She's spoilt.
Posted by: Simon at March 24, 2004 06:34 AM (GWTmv)
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I am
so jealous of Luuka right now...
Posted by: Gareth at March 24, 2004 09:36 AM (NHA9E)
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That is the coolest bear on earth, isn´t it? Miguel.
Posted by: msd at March 24, 2004 12:18 PM (myR67)
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I don't won't to use up Helen's bandwidth so I'm trying to put the other pictures (about 30)on my own website or perhaps start a blog. More pictures as soon as possible.
Brass.
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That photo is adorable! How thoughtful of Brass to protect Luuka's little ears.
Brass...let us kmow when the pics are up. You have any of Luuka boardin'?
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Serenity,
One or two, however, Luuka got stopped by patrol and had "her pass pulled" (read as, "I ran out of film"). Lots of other good photos though.
Brass.
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Posted by: Marie at March 25, 2004 02:12 AM (3Y1np)
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I wanna know, does she board goofy?
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::non boarders:;
That's which leg she leads with, not does she board silly.
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March 22, 2004
Sky Watching
My eyes change color. Most of the time, they are a strange brownish green, which starts off a bit golden in the color, quickly leach into an odd brown, and then oozes at the edge into a very dark green. But they aren't always that color-sometimes they turn a very murky brown when I drink, and I understand that when I get angry, they get very brown. But when I look up at the sun or if I cry, they get this amazing green color. It's almost like the green you expect to see painted in the children's section in a library, or a first spring blade of grass turn. It's very surreal.
Saturday I walked into the house that I lived in for 2 years and hugged my remnants of my past. I hugged X Partner Unit, both of us with our wedding bands off. I hugged my two cats, and I confess I cried just at holding the compact warmth of them. They made buiscuits on my chest with their paws and offered up their warm white tummies to me, and all I could do was hold them and cry on them.
I packed up all of my belongings, and they all fit into 23 boxes in the dining room. 23 boxes. That is the worth of who I am, the sum total of me. I am a week and a half away from turning 30, I have no equity, and I have two divorces behind me.
It didn't take long to pack me up and ship me out of X Partner Unit's home. We filled up 2 enormous trash bags with the parts of me I didn't want anymore, and took me to the tip, where I was flung over the side of a "burnable" garbage container and will be left to mulch.
There were many tears. Mine, when I hugged my cats and said goodbye to my home. His when I told him that I would always love him and that I am a better person with a better heart for having known and loved him. Ours, as we scrawled our names and signed our marriage away on the court documents. Mine again as I left the house, having to push one of the cats purring soundly off my lap and run out of the house, so as not to try to take her with me. X Partner Unit took me to the airport and dropped me off, hugging me hard, both of us crying, and watching until the swish of the automatic doors at Arlanda closed behind me.
And just like that, I was back on an airplane again, back to England, leaving Sweden.
This time, I think, for good.
And I cried from the moment I entered the terminal. I cried through customs, I cried into the terminal. I called Mr. Y, we had a fight, which made me cry even harder. I got on the plane still crying slightly, despite having a very funny book called "Holy Cow", about a woman's experiences in India. The cabin crew looked very nervous around me and were extremely accommodating. They became even more so when they saw the seat next to the window was occupied by a young woman who was also crying.
When they served me a Sprite and tried to cheer me up, I whispered "It's ok. It's something in the water."
The woman next to me, slender, pale and blond, was crying softly too. She would dab at her eyes with the edge of her pink pashmina shawl wrapped in a knot around her thin shoulders. Her neck was very graceful, and she smelt of apples and heartbreak. She tried to read but kept giving up, and I confess I tried to the the newspaper twice before realizing that nothing was sinking in.
But neither of us could talk to each other. In between us it may have looked like it was just a seat containing my tan cashmere coat and her black Prada bag, but in reality it was two sad women who couldn't have found the words to talk, let alone determine what language to do it in.
And it was then I looked out the window and saw the perfect, blooming white clouds. The sun was out, radiant and dazzling, and all I wanted to do was stick my arm out of the plane and just feel a little patch of sun on my skin, a little moment where the hairs on my arm would turn golden in the light.
I realized, with a start, that it had been a long time since I just sat there and looked out the window on an airplane. I may have flown on hundreds of flights...and all this time I was taking them for granted. I should've been paying attention. There is always more going on outside my hollow aluminum tube.
The clouds broke then, and I saw beneath me was the chopped up dizzying green and the slow, serpentine sprawl of the Thames. And for just one second, my heart felt lighter.
There was England.
Could it be that I felt lighter for being home?
I sat back in my seat and let the sunlight play tag with the seats in the plane, radiating when they hit me, and opening my face to the sunlight.
And when I got off the plane, after customs and after waiting in the world's longest immigration queue (my flight arrived at the exact moment flights from China, somewhere in the Middle East, the U.S. and India had arrived, and all of us were stuck in the "damn foreigners" queue), I stopped in the ladies' room. I walked up to the mirror and looked up, and there it was.
Greener than green eyes.
-H.
PS-broadband access has been ordered.
PPS-Brass has sent fabulous pics of that fabulous Luuka in Colorado, so I will try to get them loaded for tomorrow's post.
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I share your optical chromovariety, during the winter my eys will deaden to a dull grey but with the first days of spring they start to shift ending in a vivid green mid summer before winter approaches again.
Did Brass get my email?
Posted by: Rob at March 22, 2004 06:09 PM (kXZI6)
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Hope Helen, that is what you found on the plane looking at those clouds and more of it in the 'damn foreigners' line. Now i hope you can hold on to it
Keeping my fingers crossed for you,
Abs x
Posted by: abs at March 22, 2004 06:14 PM (lnpfn)
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Never make the mistake of thinking that the things you own are what define you. That's just stuff. With or without any or all of that stuff you are still you.
Posted by: Jim at March 22, 2004 07:07 PM (IOwam)
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My eyes change colour almost daily, which is why I'm never sure how to answer if someone asks me what colour they are.
Most of the time they're blue, but they can be grey, green and a sort of bronzeish colour too. I haven't got a clue what causes them to change like that.
Posted by: Gareth at March 22, 2004 07:35 PM (NHA9E)
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*hugs*
I'm glad your eyes and your new land are green.
Many blessings
Onyx
Posted by: Onyx at March 22, 2004 07:36 PM (G3591)
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I'm still a kid when I fly. My favorite part is the final approach where on cloudly days you feel like you're ploughing through mountains made of cotton. Just once I'd like the pilot to say "Damn the flight plan, let's go check out those interesting clouds over there!"
I'm glad you've closed the lid on Life #5. No peeking. It seems you've got more turbulence on the ground right now. I hope it clears off soon.
Posted by: Paul at March 22, 2004 07:44 PM (bWfDG)
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Heln-
I have to agree with Jim, your stuff does not define you. You are who you are with or without your stuff. *HUGS*
Posted by: Sue at March 22, 2004 07:49 PM (rZmE1)
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My eyes do the same thing. Green when I cry, blue when I'm happy, gray when I'm sad or depressed, and a torqouis color when I've been in the sun.
Posted by: Andrea at March 22, 2004 08:11 PM (strQe)
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Oh, I agree-stuff doesn't define me. I've walked away from all of my possessions twice now, and I am doing it a third time.
Still...it feels a bit weird to have sold my soul to companies all these years and yet have nothing to show for it.
Posted by: Helen at March 22, 2004 08:14 PM (VByzF)
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That's funny about the eyes: when I cry, mine are deep brown. When I laugh, deep brown. When I'm happy, deep brown. They're pretty much deep brown all the time. Brown, brown, brown.
You didn' t sell your soul, Helen, and you don't have nothing to show for it. You sold parts of your mind and body, but not your soul. Your soul is intact, and up on these pages for all the world to see. And it's a good soul, Helen. Strong, and caring. And you don't have nothing to show for it. You have new friends (lots of them) and new life experiences with which to inform your actions now. As you've said many times, you came through.
All of the *things* are just window dressing. You came through.
Posted by: Jiminy at March 22, 2004 08:46 PM (bhLQn)
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You shoulda kept the cats! Long time back I was talking to mmy cat at the time about my problems. When i asked the cat what I shold I do, he answered "Feed the cat!", which of course was the correct answer! Cats have great insight into human problems...
Posted by: passenger at March 22, 2004 08:51 PM (DPz2+)
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My eyes shift around as well, from various shades of green to blues and hazels. It depends on my mood and what I'm wearing.
But deep, intense blue is my warning sign to leave me alone!
Sorry you've been crying so much, hopefully this is the bottom and you're climbing back up now. And what's with all the fighting with Mr. Y?
Posted by: Johnny Huh? at March 22, 2004 09:10 PM (AyewP)
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Green eyes and a new beginning. Perfect belongings for turning 30 I think.
Posted by: Rebecca at March 22, 2004 09:12 PM (ZHfdF)
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I think we are both taking our stress out
on each other, Johnny my dear.
And I know he agrees. We just need to find a way to support each other with our common experiences, instead of tearing each other apart.
Posted by: Helen at March 22, 2004 09:14 PM (VByzF)
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Dang you get a lot of comments...
Posted by: jordan at March 22, 2004 11:42 PM (X2NWj)
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I echo what Abs said, hold on to the hope. And to repeat what someone asked a few days ago, where do we end pressies for the big 30!
Posted by: Stephen at March 23, 2004 12:39 AM (w/U8f)
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Hey green eyes
Its been a big battle Helen,but youre on the upside now....I can feel your sadness in leaving PU but, isnt it nice that he was the one that hugged yu and kissed you at the airport.
Hes your friend and always will be.
A true friend is worth more than all the *things* you aquire in your life,
Take care Xxx
Posted by: butterflies at March 23, 2004 03:55 AM (karT6)
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{{Hugs}} All the best with England. I'm sure things will get better between you and Mr. Y.
Posted by: plumpernickel at March 23, 2004 05:11 AM (Zo4W0)
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I learned from my divorce (in 1993) that boxes contain stuff. Not me. The stuff is simply reminders of places I have been and things I've collected.
The true test of this is that I can't remember 99% of the things that I didn't get when I left.
Posted by: zenwanderer at March 23, 2004 05:57 AM (HSk4A)
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grey on a dull day, blue on a sunny day, and green at night.
and as everyone else said too, you're way more than the sum of your possessions, Helen. You're the sum of your memories, and your experiences, and your dreams.
And you seem to be very rich in all of those.
Posted by: melanie at March 23, 2004 10:15 AM (jDC3U)
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My eyes are hazel usually, blue when I'm happy, green when I'm pissed and soaked and leaking right now because, of all things...you had to leave your cats.
Jeezus...after all you've been through...how goofy of me to focus on the cats, I suppose, but...I wish with all my heart you could have been spared that little bit (ton!) of heartache.
Please, please get a kitten or two and let me know when you do so I can think of you without crying.
You are such a strong, brave, amazing woman...you deserve pure, unconditional, undying love in your life.
Get the kitten(s)...please.
(Before I start trying to figure out how to 'overnight' ya a couple of mine...*hugs*)
Posted by: Stevie at March 23, 2004 12:19 PM (moxap)
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March 19, 2004
Phone Box Blues
I huddled in the dank phone box. I hadn't used one in years, wasn't even sure if I remembered how to. The phone, black, trusty and solid, was inside of a glass phone box which stank of beer and the uncomfortable human scent of urine. I wondered how many people had used the phone booth to relieve themselves after a Friday night pub visit. Then I realized I didn't really care.
I rubbed the side of my shoe around on the pavement, playing with the leather Converse edge. Outside, it was dark and cold and a chill crept in under the bottom of the phone booth. A man in a truck waited outside of the glass windows, watching me standing there crying, and I hated him so much then. My issues were mine, my problems mine. I wanted him to stop watching me, I wanted to throttle the phone through the booth, I wanted to leave.
And above all, I wanted the raging battle with Mr. Y on the phone to end.
The birthday holiday had fallen through, and I was-to be honest-very disappointed. I am so desperate to go away somewhere warm. I feel as though my entire winter has been dark and bitterly cold, spent in the study under layers of clothes, crying and trying to survive. In some stupid metaphor, I feel like the sun will chase it all away.
I'm so tired of being cold.
The holiday had fallen through, and Mr. Y was yelling at me that he was stressed to bits, I had too much pressure on him, why couldn't I be more supportive and understanding? He told me what he had wanted me to say. I hadn't said it.
He brought back the single greatest emotion that I hate-I was a burden. I was a burden, and it freaks me out. I told him he was making me feel that way. He replied that I was making him feel stressed.
We fought until my phone card started beeping, telling me that my fight would keep on going long after my British pounds were gone. We fought about stress, holidays, babies, logistics, and money (and I never fight about money). The truth is, new starts are hard with anyone. When you are people like he and I, and separated by a big puddle of water, they get even worse. It doesn't help that we are dis-entangling ourselves from the old lives (I am flying to Stockholm this weekend to finish packing and to have a discussion with X Partner Unit).
I am so afraid in fights. I think I have had too hard a time with fights with previous people. X Partner Unit and I never fought until the day we returned from our honeymoon on the Italian Riviera. He refused to fight, actually. But that night, we had a big one. He pushed me. I started to leave. He threatened to throw himself off our 8 story balcony if I did. I slept on the couch that night and the next day he brought me a present and a warning-don't drive him to that again.
It became a pattern that when he got angry, I would take a few steps back from him. To be out of range.
I still do that when people get angry with me now.
I want to stop doing that.
In the end, we both calmed down. I ran my fingers up and down the streaky glass, hating that phone booth and hating myself. He told me how much he loves me. I told him the same. When the automatic phone voice came on telling me I had 30 seconds left, I told him. We pulled it together, he talked about being a team, how he was crazy about me, how we need to stop fighting.
Later in the evening, he sent me an sms telling me how much he loved me and how much he wants our new start to go well. I went to bed, full of weird dreams and realizing that I had been taking up the whole bed all night. It is a hard transition-new job, new country, new life. And it's hard for both of us. The comments in the last section were bang on from Jim-we're just stressed and taking it out on each other. We both realize it. We are both going to try to stop.
When the phone card ran out, it disconnected us. I looked at the phone, so old-fashioned, so necessary. I hung up and walked away from that chilly phone booth.
-H.
PS-hopefully more from me later.
PPS-sorry, Solomon. The previous relationships are over. Really over.
UPDATE: Mr. Y has booked us business class tickets to spend 4 days (over my birthday) in Prague, and we will take the Jamaica trip in May.
What a man.
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Helen, it has all been said. I have to agree with the list idea, of must haves and would be nice to have. This way at least you can be honest with each other and see if there is some way you can accomodate each other.
I really hope things become smoother for you soon,
abs x
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It's not going to be plain sailing from day one, especially given what you've both just come out of. You'll both work it out, that's why you finished the call with I love you rather than hanging up.
Y better not be using
that company's mobile phones.
Posted by: Simon at March 19, 2004 11:43 AM (UKqGy)
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Simon, mmhh, ermm, fdggd.... I love you. In a very heterosexual way, mind you. Helen, go get that sun, and go get it whit Y. What is happening to you two is not all unexpected. Like Simon said, you both carry a heavy load and it will take some time to ease it. Love, Miguel.
Posted by: msd at March 19, 2004 12:03 PM (VVHgk)
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Helen, you sound SAD. Yes, capital letters are on purpose. Seasonal Affective Disorder is a literal killer. Trust me, after many years living in Buffalo I know that this shit is for real.
Too long under the cold, under the grey, under the dreary. When your desire for warmth and light becomes a need you have to take it seriously. If you can't take your vacation then get yourself to a spa for a day or two. Get warm, get relaxed, get under a sun lamp for a while.
You'll come out of there a different gal.
Posted by: Jim at March 19, 2004 12:29 PM (saeHM)
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Just keep in your mind what always happens....it all eventually works out with time. Especially for you. Seems to get real dark before it gets light. It'll come. The arguing will end and you will both fall into your niche'. Stay focused. You've made it this far.
Posted by: Rebecca at March 19, 2004 02:17 PM (ZHfdF)
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I'm sorry too. Marriages breaking up are one of the few things that really hurts my heart, and I wish it didn't happen for other people and pray it never happens to the super-model Mrs. Solomon and me
I hope your weekend in Sweeden is good.
Posted by: Solomon at March 19, 2004 02:23 PM (t5Pi1)
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I can't say I know you well, but I have been reading long enough to realize you've been through an awful lot over the last year. Sometimes things just take a while to catch up with people. And even then sometimes it takes that little extra disappointing thing to send it over the edge - the proverbial "straw that broke the camel's back." Hang in there, talking things through will help; I can't imagine maintaining a grown-up relationship over such a great distance. Good luck to both of you.
I haven't commented in a while because I've actually not read in a while. Work specifically and life in general have kept me so busy I had to come catch up anywhere lately.
I hope something very nice comes up in time for your birthday. If nothing does, take yourself off to some exotic location and soak up some sun so I can live vicariously through you.
Or just break out the sun lamp.
Posted by: Lisa at March 19, 2004 03:00 PM (3goMG)
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It's good to see that both of you seem to taking two steps back from the brink. But I am still confused from a entry from your entry on the 18th:
"the first being about a topic heavy on my mind (babies), culminating to last night, in which he was very angry that I didn't call him".
Is this something that both are you are at opposite position on? If both of you are dead set in your position then how can you long term overcome it where one of you will not be happy? Short term it can be shelved but 5, 10 yrs down the road?
Posted by: Drew at March 19, 2004 03:15 PM (CBlhQ)
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Helen, It sure sounds like you need a spring day. Here's wishing you a pleasant stroll thru a beautiful english garden very soon. In the mean time, take some deep breaths and take one challenge on at a time. <> Marie
Posted by: Marie at March 19, 2004 03:42 PM (PQxWr)
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We are on different ends of the spectrum about babies. I want one. Badly. SO badly I could chew through steel. He has two already, and feels he will be too old when our children would be teenagers (he is almost 42 now). I can see his point, but...
...we have much discussing to do over this one.
Posted by: Helen at March 19, 2004 03:42 PM (6dPV0)
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Hang in there...we will all be with you no matter what. Obstacles can be overcome, that's why they are called that. You are a strong and wonderful person, adn worth everything to fight for. Y will come to understand, as you will begin to understand him as well. Thanks
Posted by: jennifer at March 19, 2004 03:46 PM (F8TUc)
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Prague is one of my summer destinations, I can´t wait to get there. It´s supposed to be very romantic... Mr.Y, smart move
. You will both profit from it... Miguel.
Posted by: msd at March 19, 2004 03:52 PM (cdKqJ)
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Can I address Mr.Y like that? lol...
Posted by: msd at March 19, 2004 03:53 PM (cdKqJ)
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I have to disagree with Jennifer on the point of coming to see each others position. In case of children there is no middle ground. Either you have them or dont.
I think Mr. Y concern is that if he was to have a child over the next yr he would be in his 60's at his child H.S. graduation. Top it off that he already has two there probably isnt much for him to wanna go through it again.
I don't know Mr. Y but he may be one that is looking forward to 10 yrs down the road when he can consider retirement and travel with H without having to worry about planning for a young child to travel as well..
Just a thought.
Posted by: Drew at March 19, 2004 03:58 PM (CBlhQ)
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You've got to cut yourself some slack, Helen. The most stressful things in life are changing jobs, changing houses, and having kids. You've got two of the three. And you're shooting for the trifecta. And the relationship your leaving was abusive, so that adds to it all.
I've come to learn that our bodies are pretty smart. If you are craving warmth (and I think that it's also emotional warmth you're craving -- you've been out in the cold a little too long with X-PU), get some. Catch a flight to Southern Portugal. Lagos is beautiful. It's warm there, and the rock formations are incredible. Spend the weekend. Maybe even take a Monday off (if it's not too early in your new job to do that.) But your body knows what it needs.
Posted by: Jiminy at March 19, 2004 04:15 PM (3pfkH)
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Jiminy-I owe you a mail, but be patient-internet access is around the corner! And I thought you'd be pleased to know (along with everyone else around me!) that I am bathing. Daily. Sometimes twice a day.
The little things
Posted by: Helen at March 19, 2004 04:20 PM (6dPV0)
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What a man, indeed.
I think you should keep him.
Posted by: Heather at March 19, 2004 04:23 PM (kd+S9)
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Glad to hear you're bathing Helen.
I'm sure the people at Dream Job appreciate the effort too.
Posted by: Gareth at March 19, 2004 04:41 PM (NHA9E)
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Helen,
I'm very picky about relationships. Mine and other peoples so, you should probably ignore this, but... I don't like Y. He is trying to manipulate you the way he did his wife. He's putting you in her role because that's his frame of reference. Run away...
I have a baby solution for you though. Get foster kids. He can be as involved or disinvolved as he wants to be, and in ten years if you want to take some time off from parenting and vacation all over the world, you can.
Posted by: ember at March 19, 2004 04:57 PM (f0SBT)
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"...I am bathing. Daily. Sometimes twice a day". Well, we want proof ;-).
Jiminy, I´m glad you enjoyed your stay. Miguel.
Posted by: msd at March 19, 2004 05:11 PM (cdKqJ)
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Ok my precious Helen...I'm no expert on relationships but I'm wondering if maybe both parties should hold off on the "serious" issues for now?
As others have pointed out and you are so well aware, you and Mr. Y are both coming into this with a LOT on your shoulders right now. You're looking for something from him and he is probably doing the same....but since this is new...(yes, you were together before but this is still new), go in there with, as someone said, baby steps. One step at a time.
Get things worked out, you with finalizing things up in Sweden and your marriage and him with his and working out children and family and things like that..
Enjoy each other's company for now...you've waited so long to be back together...don't let the stress of the whole situation destroy it.
Support each other. It's not fair of him to say that you are being a burden...or however he worded it...but please try and hear what he's really saying. You get to do that too. Let him know there are areas you need support in as well and work as a team to get each other through this so that you can then concentrate fully on being the couple you are trying to be and THEN you can start approaching subjects like babies.
I am so glad that you both were able to apologize and calm down before that phone card ran out. Grazi a Dio! for that!
You know I already view you as a girl with a lot of character...you don't develop such character when everything is easy. You just don't.
Be patient and take a step back, support and remember why you two are together in the first place. You will see overtime that you will have built even MORE character.
It's hard Helen but I know you can do it. You can make it through this. You've made it through a lot...keep going. As someone once said to me, "There is a light at the end of that tunnel and it's NOT another train."
I think of you often. Best of luck sweetie.
Posted by: Serenity at March 19, 2004 11:24 PM (yDeX9)
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ok, so i'm cheesey...but all i can think of, reading your post is:
everything is gonna be allright
*smooch*
jamaica in may sounds lovely!
Posted by: kat at March 19, 2004 11:42 PM (FhSIP)
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I have thought long and hard about the whole kid thing, sorry to report, I got no more answers than when I started. My father was 36 when he had me, 41 when he had my brother, In some ways I felt alittle cheated because he is so much older, but I can't for the life of me name one example of how. About the only thing I can put a finger on is that he was at a different place than other kids parents. In hindsight I can't say this was bad, just different. For the record, he is 77 now, and still going strong.
When I was growing up I always said I wanted kids by the time I was 30, that seemed like a good age from a 20 something perspective. Now at 40 I still would like to have kids, I don't feel too old, hell, I barely feel ready.
For now I am leaving the max age to have kids open, I think it depends more on the person than a cronological time.
Posted by: Dane at March 20, 2004 12:02 AM (ncyv4)
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where do we sent the birthday cards?
Posted by: melanie at March 20, 2004 12:22 AM (jDC3U)
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I hate fighting too. *hugs*
Posted by: Courtney at March 20, 2004 01:29 AM (H+Rv6)
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ember you said "I don't like Y. He is trying to manipulate you the way he did his wife. He's putting you in her role because that's his frame of reference. Run away..."
Well, I agree with you to about the halfway point. Only the manipulative can be manipulated. Thusly Helen is as much a part of the manipulation as Y or whomever...insert any name you wish because this is an on going "game". It just continues to repeat itself over and over.
The threat to committ suicide is pathetic! The majority of people who suicide don't threaten to do it, they just do it. The proper response to a suicide threat like the one Helen faced is "Let me move the car so that you don't land on it. I don't have the money to get the body work done."
Posted by: passenger at March 20, 2004 03:27 PM (DPz2+)
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I once knew someone who commited suicide! A cowardly act which only hurts the ones left behind..
The problem with this manipulative stuff, is that it is like enabling... one can only be manipulated if they play along... so perhaps it's a game they enjoy?
Posted by: Annette at March 20, 2004 08:33 PM (uvmdP)
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The issue of kids can be a deal breaker, but Y may not realize it. This is something you both have to face upfront.
Good luck!!
Posted by: Easy at March 21, 2004 12:12 AM (kuefB)
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Threatened suicide is sort of like going to someone's door, ringing the bell and saying to the person who answers the door "If you don't subscribe to the magazine I'm selling I'm going to shoot this puppy...and it'll be your fault!" whilst holding a pretty little puppy in one hand and a gun in the other.
At first it might seem romantic and all...and even a big ego booster, that is if you're young and dumb. That person can't live without me, I must be a good person, etc... There's a certain "draw" to it, if you don't feel too good about yourself, the White Knight riding to the rescue... But sooner or later it can get tiresome 'cause it's so childish.
The whole thing boils down to Helen being the Perfect Mark and breaking the cardinal rule; "Never smarten up a mark!", you didn't break up the marriage. If the marriage was a happy one from Hubby's point of view he'd have never even looked at you. And if it weren't you that he jumped the fence for it would have been someone else. All those people thinking that your the villain in that piece have it backward, that is if in fact there is a villain.
Hey! Look at it from the guy's perspective. He turns in the Old Sweat Hog for a new model, a good looking gal who can't get preggers to play Hide The Sausage with...she's got a good paying job and she's easily manipulated? Wooo Hooo Hooo! Just about the time he's hitting that brick wall of Male Middle Age Trauma, where the hopes and dreams of the Young Man smash headlong into the brick wall of middle age reality.
Posted by: passenger at March 21, 2004 03:13 PM (DPz2+)
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The whole child issue sounds like a potential deal breaker to me, but I'm glad that you ended the phone call on a positive note. Besides, my dad was almost 44 when I was born, and up until my parents divorced he was the best dad I could ever hope to have, so 42 isn't too bad...
My mother had SAD, and I know what a sucker this can be. If you have it too, get your butt to Jamaica, pronto! As wonderful as Praha is (and it is one of my favourite cities in the world, romantic and beautiful), there just ain't no substitute for non-stop warmth and sunshine when you really need it.
Annette, Re: suicide, this is bullshit! I knew several people who committed suicide, and in no case was cowardice part of the equation.
Posted by: Gudy at March 21, 2004 07:46 PM (VfYCz)
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Well, Gudy, to each his/her own opinion. IMO, one doesn't leave their loved ones in the lurch thru such an irresponsible act, unless there is a bit of cowardice in the equation. Sure, everyone has the blues now and then, and some sink into the depths of despair.... but the answer is getting help and standing up to your problems, so as to live life in a responisble manner...
Posted by: Annette at March 21, 2004 09:54 PM (FjcJm)
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Annette:
You really do not have a good understanding of the mind if you actually think it's that simple.
I highly suggest you take some college level psychology courses so that you might have a better understanding of things that can go wrong.
Posted by: Serenity at March 22, 2004 04:44 AM (4A/WT)
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Yup, Serenity, passed the college psych courses already : ) A person doesn't have to be a victim unless they want to be. Suicide and threats of suicide are nice little ways of seeking attention. Growing up and contributing to society are components of responsible living. Do psychologists not agree?
Posted by: Annette at March 22, 2004 06:14 AM (+FTc0)
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Passenger and Annette,
May I suggest you spend time reading and searching thru H's blog and learn why she started this blog.
Posted by: Roger at March 22, 2004 12:36 PM (HzdL4)
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Do you have a post office box where we can send you birthday presents?
I have a book that I just read that reminded me of you and wanted to send it to you.
Thanks,
Karen
Posted by: Karen at March 22, 2004 04:01 PM (tWdSj)
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Hi Roger! Already read ALL of Helen's blog, thank you : ) Linked to Helen's blog from Blue Ridge, and have enjoyed reading everything that Helen, a very talented writer, has to say! Have also linked to others' blogs.... and have noticed that people seem to spend too much time in front of the 'putey : ) It's addicting!
Posted by: Annette at March 22, 2004 04:32 PM (vFwEK)
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Then Annette, Why did H start this blog?
Posted by: Roger at March 22, 2004 04:40 PM (8S2fE)
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The one thing I can say about suicide is this: staring down the neck of an open pill bottle is one scary fucking deal. I've lived my life as life's carpet, and me trying to kill myself was the first thing that I have ever done for myself where I only thought of myself.
I don't regret it.
And the one thing, of all the many negative qualities in the world, that I am not, is a coward.
You don't have to be a coward to try to kill yourself.
Sometimes, you just have to be too tired to care.
Posted by: Helen at March 22, 2004 05:18 PM (6dPV0)
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As to suicide, the act can be one of bravery or of cowardice, depending on the Hows and the Whys. However the threat of suicide to make someone else do something they don't want to do is disgusting!
From the reading I've done it seems to me that you, Helen, are trying to live someone else's dream? You talk about your dream job but I wonder if it's your dream?
As far as things getting better? No Way! Life is tough and then you die. The good part is that if you learn to deal with it you get used to being neck deep in shit and if you're really lucky, you learn to laugh.
The most important things in Life are clean socks and underwear, a full belly, a warm place to sleep out of the rain...and no one shooting at you. If you've got that, you're doing better than 90% of the world...
Posted by: passenger at March 22, 2004 05:30 PM (DPz2+)
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My dream is to spend all my time writing in a little cottage by the sea, so no...not yet living my dream.
But my knickers are clean, I swear.
Posted by: Helen at March 22, 2004 05:31 PM (6dPV0)
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If you committ suicide, can I have your motorcycle? : )
that's an old joke. The point is that you can keep suicide as an option. In the case of terminal cancer as a hypothetical of course, sure! I'll do that my own self to get away from the pain. However I'll get my paperwork in order so that my survivors don't have to do all that knacky stuff.
So, let's take a look at this looking down the neck of a bottle and considering your last act? You didn't do it. BUT you wanted to do it 'cause you're tired. What makes you tired?
You seem to be looking for the "perfect" relationship, one that's Problem Free. The truth is that you just trade one set of problems for another set. If you want to find the man of your dreams, go back to sleep.
(Cross Posting) OK! Now we're getting somewhere! I think you'll be a great writer! You draw great word pictures! And your Dream Job is a nightmare because you're doing something that you let other people tell you that you should do... Make haste, death is only three steps behind you!
Posted by: passenger at March 22, 2004 05:59 PM (DPz2+)
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Hi Roger... I've just skimmed Helen's blog, just to get a handle on her life...in reality I can only take it in small doses. The passivity drives me crazy!
As Annette has pointed out, you can only be a victim if you allow others to victimize you. no one other than Annette and myself are telling Helen to come out of her corner swinging, to take charge of her life and tell the people who are cluttering up her existence to take their show on the road, she ain't gonna take it any more. I'm waiting for the part where Helen kicks one of her abusers right in the crotch!
Posted by: passenger at March 22, 2004 06:18 PM (DPz2+)
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And then, after failing to do the first thing just for yourself, without expecting to help others and with more courage than I have, you started this genuine, nothing to lose, very real blog and help an uncountable horde thru your greatest talent. From 'to the bones tired', here you are. Thank you Helen.
Posted by: Roger at March 22, 2004 06:30 PM (8S2fE)
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Hey there, Roger! Helen started this blog because it's a place where she can really talk about her feelings. OK, did I pass? No one's saying Helen shouldn't have feelings... I thought we were arguing over the validity of suicide.
Posted by: Annette at March 22, 2004 06:35 PM (Sd4JQ)
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Annettte:
Telling us you passed your classes in college only tells us you may have taken Psych 101 at one point and gotten at least a D or better. It doesn't prove that you understood what you were learning.
NOT all suicides/attempts are people just screaming for someone to give them attention. There are disorders, chemical imbalances, misfirings...
It is not always as simple as saying, "Suck it up and quit your whining."
Are some? Sure. But not all of them.
Passenger: You are not the only one telling Helen these things. You don't read her private emails. You only see her comments section.
Posted by: Serenity at March 22, 2004 06:40 PM (3XIYy)
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OMG, Serenity, I agree with you! Well, not the part about barely passing the college classes... What I do disagree with is the failure of people to solve their own problems, with help of course in some or perhaps many cases. IMO, Social Services and those who work in that field are not helpful when pablum responses and pats on the head are offered as solutions or paths to solutions.
Posted by: Annette at March 22, 2004 06:59 PM (Sd4JQ)
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Serenity banged the bell on the head. It's a thin line between mental health and the lottery. For the record, both Serenity and I encourage each other to just put one foot in front of each other in email. And people do tell me to suck it up here. Often. And I'm glad that I have all kinds of opinions.
I'm also glad for others like Roger, Paul, Jim and others. It was hard to start this blog, but once I started talking, I found out that writing it out helped get it out, that telling the truth helped me actually see it.
I still don't think offing yourself is a cowardly thing all the time. Sometimes, yes. And for others, they just hit the bottom and didn't have a hand out there to help them.
Oh...and I am a hand, if anyone needs it.
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March 18, 2004
Quickie on a Dreary Day
I am so fucking tired I could burst and only have 30 minutes at this terminal anyway, so a short one from me (although a much longer one coming tomorrow).
Bank account achieved! (Thanks Lloyd...and Guinness, my standby!)
I have spent my entire day squirreled away in an office in Maidenhead (I am not making that up) and now am home. It's raining, freezing, and windy. It is exactly 2 weeks until my 30th birthday and we are not going to Jamaica now.
But please, please, please let us go somewhere. And let it be warm there.
I spent a while last night at the gym here, simply floating, backstroking, and side-stroking my way to calm. I miss Y, X Partner Unit and I have to talk this weekend (where, incidentally, divorce papers await me), and my workload is fun but in all different corners of the UK.
Mr. Y and I have not been getting on. We have fought nearly every evening this week, the first being about a topic heavy on my mind (babies), culminating to last night, in which he was very angry that I didn't call him.
Sometimes I forget that I am not the only one that can get insecure.
-H.
PS-Simon, I just love you. Thank you for the lovely present. If you get a chance, tell Simon you love him too.
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Can't be...I'm first? If the main issue is over children (one does and the other dosn't)it has been the death blow to many a fine relationship. Its one of the few things that there is no middle ground on.
Posted by: Drew at March 18, 2004 06:48 PM (CBlhQ)
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Oh I don't know. Taking in his 12-year-old niece has been a nice compromise.... That, and the scads of pets we have. Nothing *has* to be a death knell, unless one wants to stop working on the relationship.
And, in my mind, it's perfectly natural that there should be fights right about now. Both stressed, both insecure, both trying like mad in a new situation....
Thought of the day: What happens when a woman who admits that she *is* her job gets her fondest wish, babies?
Posted by: Courtney at March 18, 2004 06:58 PM (H+Rv6)
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I love you Simon (Helen made me say that
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Drew's right, there's no middle ground. Either you have children or you don't. This is the very kind of thing that absolutely should be ironed out BEFORE proceeding any further. If it can't be remedied without one side being crushed, both of you should move on (or back) to more compatible relationships.
I'd like to see both of you work it out with your spouse. That's very unpopular and improbable, but it's doable...and it's not too late. Partner Unit could transfer to Company X in England, and SHE could forgive Mr. Y.
Posted by: Solomon at March 18, 2004 07:21 PM (t5Pi1)
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Truthfully I'm not surprised about the fighting either. He's getting divorced and you're pulling out of a massive despair pit. It sounds trite but the best thing either one can do is repeat a mantra whenever you have the urge to yell at each other. Try something like:
"I'm stressed like a motherfucker. The man ('woman' for him) is just as stressed. We seriously need to help each other and this is not the way to do it. Would I rather hug him ('bang her' for him) or scream at him ('her')?"
If you both do that there will be a lot more hugging and banging and a whole lot less screaming and fighting. It's definitely better for all concerned.
Posted by: Jim at March 18, 2004 07:22 PM (IOwam)
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ah, floating sounds nice. hang in there darlin. the transition is going to take some time to settle. i think you're doing beautifully.
xoxoxo
Posted by: kat at March 18, 2004 08:04 PM (QkuGS)
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H,
With Y being away this week I expected your only problem would be missing him. Well that and the bank thing. I'm sorry that's not the case.
You both have pretty distinct lists of wants. You need to figure out which items are Must Haves and which are Nice to Haves. Hopefully you're both able to mesh them into a single list you can build a long, loving relationship around.
Congrats on resolving the bank account. Now can you loan me a fiver, little flame?
Posted by: Paul at March 18, 2004 08:23 PM (bWfDG)
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Hi everyone,
Luuka here. Just wanted to let you all know I'm fine. Brass wants me to apologize for him keeping me so long. He just got a brand new Jeep and decided to take a week off and take me to Moab. We had a lot of fun there and got some really great pictures. Unfortunately, while Brass was trying to get an action shot of me frolicking by the river, Brass fell into said river and sorta fried the camera. Brass's friends, whom he calls a bunch of bastards, laughed and said that would have been the best shot and to bad we don't have a camera. Brass left the camera on a cairn as a sacrifice to the Indian god Kokopelli (Brass says he's the god of hippies and cheezy gift shops in southern Utah and northern Arizona). He has promised to send me first class to Robert in Jersey at the end of this week. I can't wait to meet Robert he sounds very nice.
Love to all,
Luuka.
Posted by: Brass at March 18, 2004 09:39 PM (SrRJG)
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Love is painful sometimes. Isn't it? Hang in there darlin.
Posted by: Tiffani at March 18, 2004 10:57 PM (xpNFK)
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OK... nobody asked me, we don't even know each other, and I'm a good bit older than most who post here... I've been lurking at this wonderful blog for awhile because I enjoy Helen's writing, and after all, her adventures are like a good book : ) IMO, it might be refreshing to meet some other people.... not get too tied into the relatioship with Mr. Y... don't stress out if it's not working right now... take time to breathe, be yourself, and believe in yourself. Take it easy!
Posted by: Annette at March 18, 2004 11:55 PM (9CmXw)
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Bummer news but I'm glad the bank worked out.
Its a new relationship, work with him to come to agreements, compromise on the low priority for you, high priority for him and stick to your guns on the important stuff for you.
Good luck!
Posted by: Johnny Huh? at March 19, 2004 01:20 AM (AyewP)
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I wanted a baby. He didn't want any more children.
But we got our babies. Five of 'em. Born on our bed the night our cat had kittens
But I do know what it feels like to really really want a baby with the man you love *hugs*
Posted by: melanie at March 19, 2004 02:14 AM (jDC3U)
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Helen,
I don't have any words, but I have ((hugs)). Take care, be patient, and keep floating (it's very relaxing).
Posted by: Sue at March 19, 2004 02:26 AM (hT9/F)
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Drew is right. Kids are somthing you have to agree on or someone is going to feel mistreated in the relationship (either because they are forced to go without or they are roped into them). My ex and I used to get in huge fights about childeren. When I started dating my current boyfriend I asked him within the first month if he was ever planning on having kids. He looked at me like I had somthing growing out of my nose and then said "well geee, I'd just like to date for awhile if that's ok with you" and then laughed. But I explaied why i asked the question which was that i was getting very attached to him and that if he never wanted to have kids I knew we weren't going to work out. Luckily he does want them someday...hopefully with me!
So hold on there Helen....it will be ok.
(BTW love the blog....you are a wonderful writer)
Posted by: Casey at March 19, 2004 02:40 AM (0M9ku)
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*hugs* Congrats on the bank account! I do agree that perhaps having outside contacts and friends - from personal (hard) experience, I have found that you cannot live too much in one other person - you have to be a separate person as well. Not sure if that made sense or not though
Anyway, good luck, I know that is a very sensitive and topic for you.
More *hugs* (if wanted)
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March 16, 2004
What's In a Name?
Ok, a bit of a lighter posting today.
Personal life adjustment aside, I have found England to be very interesting so far. There are some elements of it that I find absolutely charming. Names, for example. They're just so damn cute. The area I live in is called Berkshire (pronounced Bark-shur), and even that is cute. Last names here seem super-cute. Mr. Y's last name, for instance, is cute. In Texas you had a lot of Grossman, Garcia, Smith, and Jones. Here you have names like Pigeon. Partridge. Butterbutt (I am not making that one up. Apparently he was an Admiral in the Navy in WWII. Hopefully not a Rear Admiral.)
Sorry.
And the names just keep getting nice and understanding. Manchester United, for example. How unitarian. The London Monarchs. They had a basketball game the other day between two nice teams, the Brighton Butter Ripples and the Cheltenham Chickpeas (ok, I am exaggerating a little bit there.)
I just think of England as being very cute and welcoming. Helpful and terribly understanding. Or at least I did, up until yesterday, when I attempted to open a bank account.
Then I went for the vodka.
You never think about how hard it is for foreigners. I mean, we all have social security numbers right off the bat. Our school records don't need to be translated into comparable school system records. We can just call a utilities company and sign up for service. We know how things work in our homelands. It's a real learning curve when you get out into the other world.
I booked an appointment at the local branch of the Rumplebottom Bank here in town. I brought with me my passport and visa, a letter from Dream Job, a letter from Y (who has had an account in that bank for 24 years, and vetts my identity. 24 years. Wow. He opened that when I was in kindergarten.) some past credit history from Sweden, and a big smile.
Dork.
Trinny Maplemuffin greeted me and showed me to her desk, a cubicled area with no less than 3 security cameras trained on it, along with a panel of alarms, emergency eyewash, and her personal alarm on her.
Well...at least my money will be safe.
I presented all my information to her.
"Do you have a driving license?" she asked.
I proferred my Texas driving license, which has my mother's address, no picture, and is in my maiden name.
"Oh dear." she replied. "I'm afraid this won't be acceptable at all." (I was pretty sure somewhere in the distance Y was sniggering about this, but she ruled it not ok).
I offered my letter from Dream Job. She didn't like it, since it was mailed to my Swedish address, not my English one. She wanted a utility bill.
"I'm sub-letting a guest room." I replied. "I won't have one."
"You're not on the voters' registration." Maplemuffin sniffed.
"I don't vote here." I replied.
"You should do. It is our responsibility." she replied.
"I'm not English." I countered.
I think that was held against me.
In the end, I was able to preliminarily open an account, in which I even get a gold card. I just can't get the account until I get a sworn affadavit from Dream Job verifying my address and that I am not, indeed, a terrorist, some bloodwork, and a 10 page essay on what we can all do to raise awareness of Earth Day. I also have to bring some of my Swedish bank records.
"But they're in Swedish." I replied.
"Doesn't matter." she replied. "We just need proof."
Right. I have them, but think I will provide my mobile phone bill as a lark.
Just kidding.
I got a phone call from her later in the afternoon. "We will also need you to come back with a sperm sample."
"But I'm a woman." I protested weakly.
"Right. Sorry to be awkward about this. Look forward to receiving that specimen cup. BY-eeeee!"
Tonight I will be writing my essay and getting our flatmate Lloyd drunk so that he will do the cup business.
Nice.
-H.
PS-still no internet access, so if you are commenting here and I am not commenting on your sites, it's not because I don't want to, but because modern technology and karma are thwarting me and preventing me from thus. But will be able to within a week.
PPS-I may have stretched the truth a bit on the above post. Lloyd doesn't actually need to jerk off into a cup. Just a test tube.
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Trinny Maplemuffin - I've so met her!!! Although to be fair to my fair homeland, it's just as hard opening a bank account if you do have the correct documentation. They refused to let me open a savings account because my signature on my pasport didn't match my current signature - I've had my passport since I was 16!
Glad to hear you're enjoying life 6 so far.
Posted by: Rob at March 16, 2004 11:47 AM (kXZI6)
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Well, this is one of the things ppl warned me about...trying to get a bank account in the UK as a forigner is like trying to get a ticket to the next trip to Mars.
But it's true...when you're a citizen you don't have to consider all these things. I've been through similar things in the US though and it's a hassel. Even if you're married to a citizen it can be tricky.
Maybe we will share that vodka in a few days coz I'm going through the exact same thing
Good luck *hugs*
Posted by: croxie at March 16, 2004 11:54 AM (cI6kB)
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... good for Lloyd! ;-). Helen dear, it could be worse, couldn´t it? Imagine life 6 in... Mozambique. I can guarantee it would be much worse. Well, in some things it would. Mozambique has nicer weather, food, and friendlyer people. Never mind... Love, Miguel.
Posted by: msd at March 16, 2004 12:14 PM (CebU8)
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Miguel-absolutely right. I reckon it could be worse. Things can ALWAYS be worse!
Rob-I promise I wasn't having a go at England
Croxie-I'll bring the vodka, you bring the cranberry juice. It'll be an online, virtual alcoholic fest!
Posted by: Helen at March 16, 2004 12:32 PM (6dPV0)
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I don't know if it's changed recently but a lot of POMs used to have their bank accounts at the Post Office because it was too hard to open a bank account even if you were a POM.
From your description it's gotten a lot easier. It used to be that you could only open an account if you were nominated by at least 3 people who already had accounts at that bank. Kind of like a fraternity etc
POMMIES are so quaint - it's sort of a love hate type of thing!
Posted by: Steve P at March 16, 2004 01:20 PM (+5Rhz)
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If it makes you feel any better, The US makes it just as hard for English people to open a bank account, and getting a credit card was even more difficult. Fifteen years of perfect credit history in the UK was of no interest to the American credit companies.....
I would love to meet Trinny Maplemuffin, by the way.......
Posted by: Gareth at March 16, 2004 02:40 PM (lX4XA)
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Hard time opening a bank account??...wait 'til you ask for ice in your drink!!
London is a third world country..sorry, I just had to say it - enjoy yourself.
Posted by: jim at March 16, 2004 02:55 PM (lN8eP)
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Great post, Helen! I needed a good laugh this morning.
Posted by: dave at March 16, 2004 03:21 PM (a16BY)
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Trinny Maplemuffin sounds Canadian to me.
Because of the difficulty of opening a bank account when you come from overseas, and the fact that over 50% of the people at my work do, we've got an arrangement with one of the banks nearby and the chief administrator chap at work does all the organising personally. That saves a lot of hassle in the long run. I guess it also explains why there are so many places around that'll cash payroll cheques without you needing a bank account.
When you go back to the bank to finalise opening the account, make sure you ask to see plenty of identification for the person who's dealing with you. After all, you wouldn't want all that personal information to fall into the wrong hands (and let's not even get started on the test tube).
Posted by: Gareth at March 16, 2004 03:29 PM (NHA9E)
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Ahhh, yes. I should have warned you about the British obsession with getting your address before letting you store their money with them. They need an address for EVERYTHING. It's fucking stupid.
One way to get around it is to get your place of employment to write a letter that says "Helen is living at such-and-such address. Stop being a FUCKING DICK and give her a FUCKING BANK ACCOUNT. I mean, Jesus fucking Christ, if she ran away, YOU'D STILL HAVE HER MONEY!!!!!"
. . . but maybe not in those words exactly.
I hope you're not using NatWest. They treated me like a criminal for a year. Barclays is far better, and has good online banking. I think Abbey National is supposed to be decent too.
Another thing to beware of is that they look at you like you're a retard if you expect that they will be bagging your groceries. Though they might do that in Sweden, I don't know. And they give you your change and your card and your receipt all at the same time in the most inconvenient way possible. Fuckers.
Posted by: angel at March 16, 2004 05:31 PM (zfiwL)
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Note to self: never type with cream cheese on your fingers. Blech.
You've sent me on a memory trip to Germany in 1993, when I was working there and assumed that hey, I can open an account here if I work here, right? WRONG. Dude. I worked there 5 months; it took 3 to get the account. By the end we'd dragged in my host family, my boss and two letters of recommendation from my sponsors. All of this to get service from a bank that was closed from 2-7 every frigging day.
Hope it's easier on you!
Posted by: Kaetchen at March 16, 2004 05:32 PM (1nMRx)
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Oh yes, the other thing is that they don't attach credit records to PEOPLE, they attach them to POSTCODES. So, if your last name is extremely common, oh let's say "Johnson," and you rent a flat where someone else who had the last name of Johnson lived in the past 5 years, your credit record is tied to that person.
This means that you can end up getting denied credit because of some other fucker who couldn't be bothered to pay her store cards off. The only way to get rid of it is to buy your credit record and write a letter dissociating yourself from the asshole who is ruining your credit.
However, it doesn't always work, because if there was someone else living in that flat who committed fraud, even if they moved in AFTER you moved out, and even if they have an entirely different last name, you get stuck with their FRAUD record on YOUR credit record. Companies say they aren't allowed to take that into account, but they fucking well do.
As you might have guessed, all of these things happened to me--someone who has never missed a payment on anything and doesn't go overdrawn.
Oh yes--and if you live in a new block of flats with a new postcode, people will say "That postcode doesn't exist; therefore I can't sell you this [whatever]." AAARRRGGHHH!!!!
Still, I wouldn't go back to the USA if you paid me.
Posted by: angel at March 16, 2004 05:41 PM (zfiwL)
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Somehow I think Lloyd is in for one of the more interesting nights of his life... poor bastard doesn't know what he is up against =)
Just a note from someone who was a banker in a previous life, all the ID hassle and verifying address, etc is to protect the bank from fraud. The bad guys continue to come up with new and interesting ways to use the banks services against them, check kiting, international wire transfers, etc, all made possible by having an account someplace in good standing. All Miriam Softtushy is doing is following rules setup to limit the exposure to these types of schemes.
That said, and with the exception of my friends still in the biz, all bankers are cold heartless bastards and should be strung up by their, *cough*, ah, ahum, sorry, got carried away there...
As far as names go, I am not sure which is worse, the people, or the places. If I met a Johnathan Wifflepee from Glouchistshirebrough I am not sure what would put me on the floor first, his name, or where he is from. Must be a giggle a minute for you Helen
Have fun with it, and everything else while you're at it =)
Dane
Posted by: Dane at March 16, 2004 06:09 PM (ncyv4)
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oh yes and in France I had to be subservient, patient and qwuiet (none of which I am), go get my paper stamped by 4 people and then do the holy dance on them with the lady who like Trinny had cameras everywhere, before I got an account. which yes was all AFTER I already had the address. and I just found out that the account is all messed up.
People think living and moving abroad is all fun. Lots of fun yes. all fun, hell NO.
hope you are having fun learning english. I had a guy here come up last week and say to the group I was in that he needed someone who spoke english. I said what do you need. He said no- I need to talk to the native english speaker... umm ok sure spanish was my first language and all but I was only raised in the states and spoke....
yeah gotta love it!
Posted by: stinkerbell at March 16, 2004 06:28 PM (lkCj7)
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If you have any trouble with Lloyd...
... do you think a ziplock bag will hold up in the mail?
Always looking to help.
Posted by: Guinness at March 16, 2004 06:33 PM (5jKa8)
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I'll bring a lil bit of fresh orange juice and we'll make Screwdrivers...a whole toolbox of them :p
Posted by: croxie at March 16, 2004 07:49 PM (cI6kB)
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Ahh, the memories. I lived with my husband in New Zealand for two years. Upon arrival, I confidently took my bank check for 25,000 to open an account. They told me they'd have to get back to me, I would have to be APPROVED and they wouldn't accept the BANK CHECK until it had CLEARED. Then they lost the check somewhere for three weeks, which, if you've ever lived with those inbred Kiwis for any period of time, you know is not that unusual.
The bank broke me. Up until then I had held together fairly well under the complete indifference of every person in that second world country, but when the bank refused to open an account with an insured bank draft - well, I lost it. My husband had to take me for a cup of tea and listen to me rant and cuss for about half an hour. "What type of godforsaken country is this? In the States the bank would be all smiles and give me a toaster for opening up a $25,000 account, and here they have to APPROVE taking my money! Thanks for the fucking favor, you bunch of wankers" and so forth. Yecchh. There are a lot of things about the U.S. I don't much miss, but customer service? Man, nobody can beat us!
Posted by: Oda Mae at March 16, 2004 09:07 PM (b8XLR)
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At least you speak the language. You should have seen us opening a bank account at our local Citibank. We chose Citibank because we thought that they would be able to speak English, but it didn't seem like they really could while we were there. I wrote about it (http://kohpotts.typepad.com/japan/2003/09/banking_at_citi.html).
Anyway, I recently went to open a bank account at an actual Japanese bank. Surprisingly, it went smoothly, since I had my Alien Registration Card (yup, I'm an ALIEN) and my hanko (name stamp) with me, so with some miming and nodding and a few words in Japanese, they set me up with an account. Not quickly, mind you, but with less trauma than at Citibank. Strange.
Posted by: Michelle at March 17, 2004 02:35 AM (6SvrY)
Posted by: pylorns at March 17, 2004 02:37 AM (PB+b7)
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Maybe you should vote, just once, anyway. That way you can open your bank account and Lloyd doesn't have to worry about hitting the cup.
It's funny the bank gave you a hard time opening the account, but once you opened it they gave you a gold card. "At least she was one of
our terrorists..."
Posted by: Simon at March 17, 2004 06:04 AM (FUPxT)
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took my daughter about three months to open her english bank account, and that was with her brother-in-law working at the bank!
And I remember visiting her there, and standing in line at the checkout. Waiting. And Waiting. until Jade said you have to pack your own bags, AND the checkout chicks are all sitting down!!
Posted by: melanie at March 17, 2004 08:38 AM (jDC3U)
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I've been reading (and enjoying!) your blog for a while now, but this is the first time that I'm commenting, because this time I can actually empathize with you!
You see, I'm going through the same trial (but to a worse extent, if possible!) in your home country. Granted, I overstayed my visa and became entangled in the woes of all that it means to be an illegal immigrant in the States (but, to my defense: the family I worked for as a nanny had a pretty screwed up life, and I stayed on for the sake of the children. Unfortunately that saying: "no good deed goes unpunished" became all too true for me!).
Just before he left office though, Clinton passed a bill to benefit out of status people like me, which basically allowed me to get a sponsor (but only in name, because I'm paying my own legal fees, and the premise of the law is also entirely ridiculous... they expect someone to freeze a position especially for you until you can legally work.). So, six and a half thousand dollars and counting (excluding a $1,000 fine to the INS for overstaying my visa) and three years after filing, I'm still stuck in immigration limbo: I can't yet get a social security number, therefore I can't get a driver's license, open a bank account (not even a temporary one!) or work. Even worse than that is that I can't go home to see my family, and nobody can tell me when this will change. The INS (who, by the way, has changed their name about three times since late last year and is now known as the Bureau for Citizenship and Immigration Services... that last word being a bit of a joke, in my opinion!) has a backlog that stretches back into the 90's (and you thought it was bad to wait for the British for a few weeks!), so to me there is no light at the end of the tunnel. I know I never should've stayed on with the family after my visa had expired, but in my opinion, this punishment I'm going through does NOT warrant the crime. So, girl, be grateful that you can at least work, come and go as you please and open a bank account, even if it is only a temporary one.
Good luck to you though, because I know that frustration feels the same for people, even if our circumstances are different. (Sorry that I hogged the comments like this... As you can tell I'm a bit passionate about this, because it's my life!) Keep on writing! Red.
Posted by: Red at March 17, 2004 11:01 AM (TfPtY)
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Sorry, me again. Just realized that the INS is now called the USCIS and not the BCIS (that was one of their previous name changes. And yes, the "S" still stands for the ironic "Services."). My bad! But see? I can't even keep track anymore!
R.
Posted by: Red at March 17, 2004 11:19 AM (TfPtY)
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I have a question for ya.
In which direction do you look first when you try to cross a street over here?
Someone brought to my attention the other night while taking a stroll down the area that I will be run over at some point since I look to the left and then begin to cross the road when there's no car coming :p
I'm slowly learning that I should look in the right direction first, THEN to my left before I begin to cross that street, or I will end up like a label on the front of a truck.
Confusing ya know when you've been use to have all traffic on the right side all your life and then all of a sudden those rules are changed.
And I'm not quite that anxious to learn about the UK health care just yet...not in that kinda way anyways
Posted by: croxie at March 17, 2004 05:50 PM (cI6kB)
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To the person who wrote that Kiwis are *inbreds*..I take exception to that!(What a racist statement!) We are NOT INBRED.. Im a kiwi living in the States for 2 yrs now.And it took me over a yr to open my own bank account here because I had to wait til I got a social security number! And it cost me $7000 US for an immigration attorney..so far,in 2 yrs I have spent over $50,000 in this country and the economy here.Im still called an ALIEN..which I object to.At least kiwis dont call overseas visitors ALIENS!
Posted by: butterflies at March 17, 2004 05:54 PM (karT6)
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We thought about calling foreigners "inbred rejects from inferior countries", but "aliens" seemed nicer
Who says we're not sensitive here in America?
Before anyone goes getting all upset, I'm 100% joking (not even a hint of truth or seriousness in that last paragraph).
Posted by: Solomon at March 17, 2004 10:04 PM (t5Pi1)
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I have to love the fact that you are in the same county let alone the same country as me and just down the M4....
Banks are a bitch no matter which country you are in I remember the days before ATMs' when changing travellers cheques in Italy required you to bring along a couch and a picnic basket as you would be there long enough to need both!
You'll get used to our quirky ways and be calling apartments, flats and subletting, renting.
Occasionally even northerners called Bark-Shur, berkshire.... and I laugh.
Posted by: sasoozie at March 17, 2004 10:22 PM (iihBg)
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Sounds like sooooo much fun [/sarcasm].
what, no st. paddy's day post?!
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March 15, 2004
Plus One
Well, the event is done and a Hazmat team has been called in to assess the damage.
Mr. Y took me to the family event as the "Plus One" he was allocated, and he phoned his mother, stepfather, two brothers and sisters-in-law, and his three closest friends to warn them of the hurricane. So when we arrived at said event-me in very nice black dress and black cardigan and a spine made out of icicles, I was trembling with nervousness. We entered the dark 16th century building, watching each other, hoping the evening would go well. The world outside the building-chilly, windy, unaware of my trial by fire-was not so welcoming either.
Before we left the house, he turned to me. "I'm going to look out for you," he said.
Thank God.
We were the first to arrive, but others started arriving in fits and starts almost immediately. Mr. Y introduced me to the various arrivals as "This is Helen", and I dutifully shook hands, smiled, and chatted with everyone. In no time, Y's closest mates showed up. Children I have never met ran in circles around indulgent parents, and a slide show of people I never knew was playing endlessly on one wall, full of experiences I had no idea about, eliciting much laughter and commentary from people I didn't know.
The Dog and Pony Show truly began.
Most of these men have all been friends for nearly 35 years or so, and have ancient histories, stories, inside jokes, and ribbings that go back very, very far. There was much back-slappage and merciless teasing, talks of pot bellies and receding hairlines, talk of cars I have never heard of and scouting events gone mad.
His friends were also very, very kind to me.
His best friend, Lewis (the one who commented on the phone if I was the one who caused all the problems) especially went out of his way to talk to me, watch out for me, and stay near me, as Y was dragged to talk to a number of people whom he hadn't seen in ages and I didn't want to feel like the desperate and needy nutcase who needs to hang on his coat-tails (but man I wanted him around me, with his arm around my waist).
Y's brother Adam strode in and shook my hand immediately, face crinkling into a smile, and kissed both my cheeks. We talked for a while, and either he was a fabulous faker or he actually liked me-and I have to say, I think he liked me. Then Y's other brother Sam came in, smiling broadly, and shook my hand. "So you're the one we've heard all about!" he boomed. I grinned in return.
Then Y's Mum came in.
She came to the extended circle I was in, hugged everyone and smiled, but wouldn't look at me. Not even when I introduced myself. She shook my hand then hurriedly looked away.
Great.
Lewis put his arm around my shoulder. "I'll stick by you," he whispered. "Even if it means I'm off the Christmas card list."
More people came in and talked with me, and I found it very easy to talk to them. The only mention of Y's ex-wife (heretofore on this blog known as the pronouns Her or She) came in this form: 3 people told me I was her polar opposite and that I was perfect for Y. That helped. Really.
Most of the group seemed to love to make fun of me being American, so I came up with a standard response when they found out I was from Texas-"Yup. We sit around a campfire eating our genetically modified beans, singing songs about our re-possessed pickup trucks and our dead dogs, then we shoot our guns in the air and vote for George Bush."
Got a laugh every time.
Food time came around, and Y's Mum came around to the tables to tell us to all come eat. She didn't look at me or talk to me. I decided this had to be dealt with-sooner or later we would have to talk, and I can't stand living with the curtain of stress. I went up to her.
"Hi," I said softly, drink in hand. "I wondered if maybe we could chat. I understand you're feeling awkward and I'm feeling awkward, and maybe we could talk to try to remedy this."
"Well, as you know, we are terribly fond of Her, and we hate that She is in so much pain." she said, looking at me.
"I understand, and I too feel awful that people have been hurt. I hope that the situation begins to ease for all parties." And you know-I meant it, too. But her statement still felt like an ice pick through my heart, a comparison that I would always have to live with, a former that would always eclipse the latter.
"And we are so fond of the grandchildren, and all of their pain is just terrible. And we worry that with the new situation we won't have access to them anymore."
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Does she think I am going to come in and prevent them meeting up? What?
"I assure you that both Y and I have, first in our priorities, his access and your access to the children. I will do everything in my power to ensure that he sees them and you see them as often as possible. I know I am not a part of this family, but I care for those children too, and they deserve to have all access to their loving families."
She looked at me. "I have been where She is, you know." (I did know-Y's father left her for a younger foreigner, too.) "I have been there, done that, have the T-shirt fort it." (Wow. Very American saying.)
I nodded. "I understand. My mother went through it too. I understand how hard it is to be a single mother, and you've done a wonderful job with your sons."
She looked at me further. "You know what happened to my sister-in-law, don't you?" she asked. I did. She had moved to the US with her husband and children, and was brutally raped and murdered in her bathroom by a fucking lunatic that was in prison and would hopefully stay that way. But Mum proceeded to give me the details, anyway.
I was confused. Was she telling me this since I am an American? That we are all so violent, etc.? I made sympathetic statements but was greatly relieved when she was called away. It appeared that I was extremely unpopular with Mum, as I had expected-Mum and She talk rather regularly, and I know she has heard all of Her side of the story.
I had two choices: drink or go cry in the bathroom. I did what any sane, level-headed woman would do.
I had 3 shots of vodka.
And I hate vodka.
I told Y about the conversation, and he said he saw us talking but hadn't wanted to intervene. I wish he had done-I think I was drowning without recourse. I longed for a hug, but he acted as though there was an electrical fence around me, and I knew he felt awkward about touching me in front of his friends and family.
I felt overwhelmed. Everyone seemed to like me except the Mum, but still-that's one big hurdle to overcome.
At the end of the evening, when two-thirds of the guests had left, the dancing got started. I stood around talking for a bit, then got asked to dance by two or three of Y's friends. At the final dance, Y came up, and all I could see was him. He wrapped his arms around me, and we danced to "Hey Jude" (even though I hate the Beatles), and he spent the entire song kissing me. I kept my eyes closed, kissing him back, as we spun around the dance floor, the lights making red and blue images behind my eyelids, and my body pressed into his.
As we left, Y's brother Adam kissed me and looked at me, warm smile on his face. "It was really nice meeting you, and I truly hope that I get to see you again soon."
When we got home, exhausted, frazzled, stressed, Y wrapped his naked body around me and said he was angry with Mum, though not sure if he would confront her. He also said that he heard a few times that I was very nice, sexy, and young, and this made Y angry. I'm not a trophy wife for him, he told me. He fell in love with me, and it doesn't matter how old I am. He's with me for me, and not for his ego.
I already knew that, but it's nice to hear it.
We fell asleep curled in each other's bodies, shaped like two identical commas under the duvet, and he is now away for a week in Sweden, watching his kids, as She is away on business.
I miss him madly.
I wonder if integrating lives ever gets any easier.
-H.
PS-still no internet access this week. The library and Mailboxes, Etc., must love me.
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Congratulations on making it through such a trial by fire. It sounds like it went relatively well... the Mom... it's not like you can change what happened to her with her ex-husband, or to her sister-in-law. Hopefully she will listen to those around her who saw how wonderful you are, and see for herself how good you and Y are together, and gradually open her heart to you.
Posted by: Reflection at March 15, 2004 02:26 PM (6SvrY)
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Y's Mum sounds like a very good person who feels the responsibility of being Mum. Under easier circumstances you two would get along fabulously, I'm sure.
Her sister-in-law's tragic end is painful to read about. How long ago? Not to get on the death penalty issue but that's how I feel about such viscious lunatics; they lose the right to live.
Posted by: Roger at March 15, 2004 02:29 PM (8S2fE)
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That went well, didn´t it? Good for you... about Mum, I suppose time will patch up things. When you have the time to show you love them and Y, things will fall into place. Again, time will be a cure for some harms...
P.S - no sex this time? ;-).
Posted by: msd at March 15, 2004 02:35 PM (cdKqJ)
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It sounds like things went as well as, or better than expected. Mum will be a hard sell, as will the kids. Just (try to) relax and be yourself.
On another subject, it was heartbreaking enough to see you're a Stars fan, but you hate the Beatles too?
ACK!!
Dana Delany may regain her place on my list... ;-)
Posted by: Easy at March 15, 2004 02:50 PM (j5Ef1)
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sounds like you did very well my dear. it must be killing you not to have internet access!!
Posted by: kat at March 15, 2004 03:05 PM (FhSIP)
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That sounded like it went quite well! Except for Mom. But even Mom went a whole lot better than she easily could have.
I don't know if it would be better for Y to confront her or not. The thing that is going to bring Mom around to you is you, not Y. I'm thinking that contact is what the two of you need in order for Mom to get to know you and fall in love with you like the rest of us have.
Posted by: Jim at March 15, 2004 03:23 PM (IOwam)
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Well Done!
It took a great amount of courage to approach Y's mum. You get huge bonus points and I'd like to think that on some level you got a few from Y's mum too. Just give her time to realize it.
Posted by: Paul at March 15, 2004 03:35 PM (bWfDG)
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Helen,
Glad the "audition" went so well. Sounds like a great family and, as mentioned, in time MOM will come around. Just be yourself.
Posted by: jim at March 15, 2004 03:46 PM (zE10C)
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You know, it sounds to me like Mom is not sure what to think or feel. There's this problem in feeling a sense of loyalty. In being able to relate to someone's problem. You forget there are two sides. This is so much more about her than it is about you. Just give it time. I'm sure she loves Mr. Y enough to want to love you as well. She just needs to get over being scared.
Posted by: Amynah at March 15, 2004 03:52 PM (tqQaS)
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Very true, Amynah. And I think Mum(is like my Mum) is setting things the way she wants when it comes to the children. It's her criteria and she is indicating the basis for what she will think and feel for the future. And loyalty is warranted because She is the mother of Mum's grandchildren.
Posted by: Roger at March 15, 2004 04:11 PM (8S2fE)
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You hate the Beatles? How could anyone hate the Beatles?
Posted by: Jennifer at March 15, 2004 04:11 PM (6Quju)
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I'd say that all in all, it went well for you.
Posted by: Marie at March 15, 2004 04:14 PM (PQxWr)
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I agree with Roger: some people need killin' (that's slang for "some people need to be killed").
I also agree with the Beatles lovers...what's not to like?
Posted by: Solomon at March 15, 2004 04:33 PM (t5Pi1)
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It sounds like the evening went much better than you were expecting it to (wicked witch of the west aside).
I wouldn't worry too much about her frosty attitude at the moment though. If Y and his brothers like you she's bound to come round sooner or later.
Posted by: Gareth at March 15, 2004 04:50 PM (NHA9E)
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Oops - I forgot to add that while I don't exactly hate the Beatles, I do totally fail to see why everyone seems to think they were so amazing.
Posted by: Gareth at March 15, 2004 04:53 PM (NHA9E)
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this whole ordeal has been weighing heavy on mum,s brain for a while now, she,s just handling it the best she knows how. if she greated you with open arm,s she would feel guilty everytime she see,s her grandchildren and has to face their mother. she can,t afford to make the X mad or she may loose some visitation. she is CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE. but time will take care of that.
Posted by: grady at March 15, 2004 04:54 PM (fmxYD)
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hmm, Beatles... hmm how about less music by dead guys. nuff said =)
H,
sounds like the party went ok, I mean a 99.9% acceptance ratio is not too shabby. And that was on a first impression, give a little time for your incredible charm, unstoppable wit, and overall coolness to sink in, I think it will be just like old home week when it comes to those types of gatherings.
Now about vodka, vodka should be like a woman, smooth and taken slowly, oh yeah, it should be icey cold... hmm, ok, not so much like a woman maybe =) Don't know what you have tried, but most of the good vodkas are definitly smooth enough to sip, and hardly tastable if shot, wondering if you didn't get one of the rubbing alcohol knock offs they serve at bars and resturants.
last item, internet connection - can't you just go rent a laptop with a wireless card and drive around till you find someone with a wireless router you can connect to? come on, where is your commitment woman! hehe
Have a great day Helen!
Dane
Posted by: Dane at March 15, 2004 06:13 PM (ncyv4)
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Hooray! The ice is broken, the worst is behind you. Be gentle with his mother, she wasn't implying YOU'D keep her from her grandchildren. Helen, Helen,Helen, always this need to place yourself in the middle - very Grace Adler of you!
She means that if she's too nice or accepting of you, then her daughter-in-law might be hurt and refuse to give her as much access to the children. A very understandable fear - not a lot of divorces have grandparent visitation clauses.
As to the fact this has happened to her as well - My God, double points for even getting her to talk to you in a civil way! I would have thrown my martini in your face if I was re-living the breakup of my marriage. Just imagine the unresolved painful issues she's dealing with. She must be totally conflicted about supporting her son when he's acting the way his Lothario father did to her. (Not my thoughts, but I'm guessing they're in her head!) She also probably still holds out hope the marriage and the two of them will reconcile.
MAJOR coup in getting her to halfway open up. Don't let Mr. Y get too involved, although it's sweet he wants to help. At your age, you can make the mother your friend. His ex will probably still fill the daughter role for quite a while, so don't push her out of that or let the mother think that's where you're going , or she'll cut you off cold.
As so many of your writers, I have been through some of it before. My father left my mother for a woman ONE year younger than my mom after 33 years of marriage. He'd known her for six weeks, he'd never slept with her, but she'd pursued the HELL out of him - flowers, faxes, copies of the Al-Anon 12 step rules. You know, "Sometimes you have to be selfish to make yourself happy, even if you hurt others" and so forth. Have no doubt, if I EVER run into the old bitch in a dark alley, I will cut out her little Grinch heart with a dull spoon.
My story had a happy ending all around. I swallowed my sheer hatred and told my father I would agree to meet her if he first went to a psychiatrist for a couple of sessions and the doc told me this was the best thing for him. Score! He went to the psych and was diagnosed off the chart clinically depressed, seratonin deficiency, thyroid problem - the doctor put him on massive amounts of lithium and considered in-patient treatment for a short time. That broad played my father like a fiddle and almost succeeded. After three months on medication, he said the whole period felt like a bad dream. He and my mother reconciled after six - the marriage shows major repairs, but it's holding and they're happy together.
Can you see why the Mom's baggage will hold her back for a while? Once you have that bad an experience, as indicated by my diatribe above, it is hard to take yourself out of it and admit that another situation might be different. She's seen her d-in-law, whom she loves, completely shattered by this. I remember my mother kept saying that she'd have to move, that once my father brought HER to town, all of their friends would accept the two of them as a couple and leave my mother out - she'd seen it multiple times before in their group. The mother will feel HUGE obligations to stay loyal to d-in-law, especially if she noticed all his friends and brothers welcoming you without batting an eye. Poor woman, she must be in shock.
Two years ago, I would have disapproved mightily of all this, based solely on watching what my mother went through. But having seen other friends end up very happy with men they met while the man concluded a bad marriage, I accept the fact that not all marriages and breakups are the same. I'm sure Mr. Y's mother will come to the same conclusion.
I'm very proud of you for bearding that lion's den. And the fact that his friends have noticed how happy he is with you should indicate to his mother and family that he's been noticeably unhappy for a long time - until he met you! Once again, sorry to be so wordy, but you have had a LOT to comment on this week!
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This is why divorce is so undesirable and should only be considered in extreme cases (infidelity or abuse). A divorce 15 or 20 years ago is still causing pain and hardship today.
In the absence of infidelity or abuse, work it out!
Posted by: Solomon at March 15, 2004 07:18 PM (t5Pi1)
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First stuff first: Jennifer, my bf hates the Beatles too. It's like a genetic thing, makes him shudder all over. Eh, whatever.
Second and much more important: Helen love, you're in the middle of something that's going to take a long time to solve. The difficulties with acceptance are going to take a while to get past. Slow and steady, honey.
Posted by: Kaetchen at March 15, 2004 07:20 PM (1nMRx)
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Definitely relieved that this wasn't as bad as it could have been.
I have to say though, can't really expect Mum to come around immediately seeing as how she adored HER and has gone through this kind of hurt, humiliation and pain herself. It's not something you easily forget...and in some cases, ever get over.
I suggest just being you and to be okay with the fact that Mum might not ever accept you. Maybe she will, maybe she won't but if you force yourself on her before she is ready, it will drive her away.
Going up to her at the party was gutsy and I'm proud of you but now you need to let her come to you...if she ever wants to. I hope it works out between you but I also hope it doesn't work its way into the very fiber of your soul and cause damage if she doesn't.
Always be pleasant, don't talk bad about her and know that your actions are being closely monitored even when it appears she isn't looking.
As someone said, she has been put in the middle...and that is not a pleasant place to be. It is up to her to find a way to continue her friendship with HER and be cordial and maybe friendly to you one day.
And finally, someone pointed out a few posts ago that this is adultry and some people might not ever accept that.
I wish you the best of luck, dear Helen and pay attention to what Mr. Y is telling you. He says he chose you because of you...that is going to have to be enough for you right now...maybe forever.
You can't please everyone but know that you have pleased many.
Posted by: Serenity at March 15, 2004 08:30 PM (4A/WT)
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Yeah - what's up with the Beatles hating?
(and Dane - they're not all dead - yet.)
Posted by: Clancy at March 15, 2004 11:03 PM (EGVPL)
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You were incredibly brave! We've all been in an uncomfortable situation like that, but your approaching Mr. Y's Mum was amazing to me - and you probably made some points with her that you otherwise wouldn't.
Posted by: pam at March 16, 2004 02:44 AM (Q3gii)
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I'm with Jim on this one. Mum wasn't going to be your best friend on the first night out. But over time she'll see what Y and we all see and that will win out. IT just needs time.
Posted by: Simon at March 16, 2004 06:04 AM (GWTmv)
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It could have been much, much worse.
his brothers can tell that you make him happy. mum won't be able to see that for a while. give her time. be nice, friendly, pleasant and irresistable. she might come around eventually.
Posted by: becky at March 16, 2004 07:42 AM (xMEdh)
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I think you did really well!
Took me five years to meet my m-i-l. She had her daughter-in-law, and didn't need any more family.
By the time she finally mellowed and agreed to meet me, by the second visit I was hugged and kissed.
And now, she not only has an extra daughter-in-law, but she has a step-grand-daughter, and step-great-grand-daughter, that she buys presents for!
Times do change, and mothers, well... they're mothers. And that will win out in the end
Posted by: melanie at March 16, 2004 10:15 AM (jDC3U)
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Oda Mae, comment as long as you'd like! Actually, you were the first to comment I should be very understanding and sympathetic-and I was, and it helped immeasurably, I think!
Beatles-this is very shallow, but I only dislike them since one of Kim's very vile exes absolutely adored them. To this day, I cannot hear them without thinking of that utter bitch. Sad, but true. Hey-I never said I was logical!
Roger-I think it happened about 5 years ago, and he was finally sentenced and his last appeal denied 2 years ago. He didn't get the death penalty, but life in prison. And-for the record-I support the death penalty. For some, rehabilitation is not possible.
Posted by: Helen at March 16, 2004 11:03 AM (6dPV0)
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I know how you both feel. (At least I think I do) My mum and wife hate each others' guts! Very awkward =:-o I have to say there's a reason for all the mother in law jokes! I think the best option with an impossible mother in law is one of containment. Simply avoid her as much as possible and when you have to see her face to face once a year grin and shake hands just like a cold war diplomat. Trying to get along will just lead to blow ups, hard feelings and domestic stress.
The SO's "friends" are much easier. The one liners, as you've discovered, are definitely the way to go. As a Yank living in Australia when I meet new people and tell them "It's not my fault, I didn't vote for Bush... I voted for the guy who won the election" I always get a laugh.
I think the psychology is such that people want to like Americans (because they like our ideals and pop culture) so when they realize (realise) you're not a Christian fundamentalist, war loving, petrol guzzling, execute everyone except abortion clinic bombers lunatic they react extra positively to you.
But the mother in law... fagedda 'bout it!
Posted by: Steve P at March 16, 2004 11:39 AM (+5Rhz)
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Everyone seemed to like me except the Mum, but still-that's one big hurdle to overcome.
Queen of unsolicited advice here . . . don't bother. Fuck 'er. Sounds as though she has a boatload of issues that have little or nothing to do with you as a person, and everything to do with circumstances beyond your control: you being American. Mr. Y leaving his wife. Her being close to the ex. I say file it all under Things I Can't Do a Damn Thing About and do your level best to ignore her. Chin up, of course.
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H
Having been in Y's shoes I can tell you that yes it does get better with time. Be yourself and Mum will come around in time, she would have to, I (and hundreds of others) have grown to love you over the cosmic-spacial link of the internet. How could she not grow to love you in person!!!
You did well and you should be very proud of yourself, I know we all are.
Posted by: greyheadedstranger at March 16, 2004 10:23 PM (cFRpq)
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petal, i am so glad it went better than expected.
I have been with the Boy Wondwer 6 years and it has only been this last year that his mother has started to except me - long and boring back story as to why she found it so hard, but needless to say, it was nothing to do with me personally.
I think you are right, be nice and polite and understanding, give her nothing to fuel her imaginary fire about you and in the end (whenever that may be) she will come around.
abs x
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March 12, 2004
The Other Helen
Last night we got into it, a nice-sized battle in the war of Guilty Pleasures. We discussed my blog topic from yesterday (he doesn't want to restrict my blogging, and I don't want him to either-I can talk about my feelings here, in one of the few ways that I can) and I tried to get my message across that I don't accept that I broke up the marriage, either. Sure, I was a cause, but perhaps it's like a piece of china-you can't break something that doesn't already have a fracture.
Perhaps I am making something out of nothing. For the first time in my life I am happy, and I simply am not programmed for happy. Perhaps I just don't know how to be. Yesterday my manager turned to me and told me that he was pleased so far with my work and my "get-to-it" attitude, and all I could think was: Don't give me this kind of hope. I don't know how to deal with it.
I told Mr. Y (who is English) last night what I have been worried about inside of myself for a bit, a sensitive and dangerous topic, once that threatens to roll the Ship of Helen. I love him more than I ever knew how to love anyone. I love him more than I love Kim, which makes me feel guilty for saying and destroying the preciousness that is his memory, but it's true.
I am worried that I am the consolation prize. The second best option, the fallback solution to an otherwise designed network architecture. I know that as recently as a few weeks before his break-up, he was working on things in his relationship. So if he was doing that, to me it indicates that I am not the first choice.
He tried to explain it to me otherwise-he could've fixed the marriage if he had just given me up. If he had agreed to never have anything to do with me again, he feels it could've all been fixed. But he didn't want to give me up, so he allowed it all to fall apart. He maintains absolutely that I am not second choice, and I just have to have faith that he's telling the truth.
But no matter how hard he tried to explain it, I just couldn't get it to sink in, and so the torpedos were launched in our Great War and ugliness was said. He got angry when it appeared I was unconvinced. He told me that if I can't find a way to believe his explanation, then I just will have to find a way of living as second best.
My gorgeous darling, didn't you know? Don't you know me enough now, my screwed-up insecurities and sensitivities? If I can't hurt myself, I'll allow you to do it for me. The little jabs and barbs get stored inside of me and are allowed to keep stabbing me, slowly and painfully, in any direction that I move.
I went to bed while he stayed up and talked to our flatmate. When he came to bed, he hugged me closely and we fell asleep. For the first time since Saturday, we did not make love.
I can tell him everything about myself, but I am not allowed to talk about his family, his children, or his ex. And he can tell me everything about himself, but he is not allowed to try to remove the thistles I have built up inside of me. I wonder when the wall of grief will start subsiding. I wonder if we are pushing each other away. I wonder why I felt the need to separate our belongings in the DMZ of our bedroom, to put all of my things in one place together, to take up as little room as possible.
This morning he carefully avoided me and as he left, in the hallway, he asked if I was going to get happier before he came home. I told him I would. I'm not saying we're being hateful to each other, but if either of us opened our mouths a light would come on.
I have some things to do today-go to the bank and try to open an account. Try to get my national insurance number (like a social security number). Try to find a pair of shoes for Saturday night and that I can wear to work without torturing my toes. This was our first fight as a legitimate couple, and I found it to be different than the fights we had when we were not.
And as I sat there, drinking my coffee, I realized with a start that I observed myself saying that I would get happier to him in the hallway. I wasn't there in myself. I was watching.
You can leave a country, but you take the crazy with you.
And I settled back on the couch, coffee mug steaming in my hands, carefully wrapping the glorious cloak of dissassociation around my shoulders, taking comfort in my condition that will help me survive.
-H.
PS-Pam and Andrea, did you want to be added to the Luuka list?
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Hmmm...not much to say today since I just sent you an email, I just couldn't let a virgin comment page go by unspoilt.
Hehe
Posted by: Jim at March 12, 2004 12:20 PM (saeHM)
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Helen,
As Jim's email. I trust Jim.
Posted by: Roger at March 12, 2004 01:05 PM (HzdL4)
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don't be too hard on yourself my dear. you've gone through a hell of a lot of changes in the past few days!
have you looked for a new therapist yet? i bet that could help with the transition.
(((hugs for you)))
Posted by: kat at March 12, 2004 02:32 PM (FhSIP)
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Helen, believe it or not, I know exactly how you feel - about not being the first choice.
Someday, I'll meet you in person and tell you the whole story.
You will be okay. You will be happy.
Posted by: Beth at March 12, 2004 02:48 PM (igCu1)
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"Sure, I was a cause, but perhaps it's like a piece of china-you can't break something that doesn't already have a fracture."
I'm sorry but I have to disagree. I've broken many a piece of good china on hard floors.
I think you need to look at the situation from an objective point of view. Are you happy where you are now with Mr. Y? Is the knowledge that you did have some part in the demise of Mr. Y marriage (and he is your relationship) something that you will be able to let go of or is this something that will weigh on you and as time goes by or will it begin to pull you two apart?
Are you okay with what appears to be his acceptance of the demise when its the both of you talking about it but yet a totally different position when he talks to family and friends (remember it wasnt until this week that he even bothered to tell some of his closest people in his life that his marriage was over and with others he did not really provide a clairification to others who blame you for it).
I know that you feel very very close to Mr. Y but from an outside point of view these are some of the things that raise red flags with me. I hate being someone who is negative but I rather try to be someone who asks the hard questions then let you walk into something that may provide you with great pain and sadness later on.
Posted by: Drew at March 12, 2004 02:49 PM (CBlhQ)
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Don't settle for second-best within yourself - meaning, don't settle for second-rate mental health. Work may be fantasticly fabulous, but you deserve to be happy at home, too. Therapists, whatever - get what you need. Shoes are okay, but you, yourself, inside are far more important than anything else.
Posted by: Courtney at March 12, 2004 02:54 PM (H+Rv6)
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Hang in there. Both of you have just begun a new life. Birth is a painful process, but there is often great joy afterward.
PS-
And make-up sex is FAN-FREAKIN'-TANSTIC!!
Posted by: Easy at March 12, 2004 02:55 PM (u9CfK)
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I've had many a fights like these, mostly I start them because I don't know how to be 'happy' either. I'm insecure and extremely sensitive. I think we should start a support group for that...
Hang in there, it's all so new. Things will fall into place whether people like you and I truly believe that or not.
Posted by: Rebecca at March 12, 2004 03:21 PM (ZHfdF)
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I agree with Drew. Reading your email had all kinds of red flags going up. Take some time - you in essence went from one guy straight to another. Where did Helen come in? When did you give yourself the right to emotional abuse? Think about it.
Posted by: Jill at March 12, 2004 03:42 PM (D2g/j)
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Okay, I got kinda teary at the part where he wouldn't give you up. That if he'd decided to have nothing to do with you ever, he could have worked out his marriage, but he wouldn't give you up. That's a "whoa" to me. Helen, he chose you. There wasn't a first or second prize. [ex]Wife was there before you came 'round. He had a big history with her. And
he chose you.
Posted by: Sarah at March 12, 2004 04:05 PM (TT4Bm)
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Helen, what’s whit this sex obsession? :-). I´m probably just jealous again... I suppose your slowly coming down from the clouds and heaven of the first days, the pleasure of the reencounter with Mr.Y, and beginning to have to cope with the everyday living thing. If my opinion was asked, I would say Mr.Y deserves some slack too. From what I gather here, he´s also coming from difficult times and very hard decisions, and if you love him I´m sure you will respect that. Love, Miguel.
Posted by: msd at March 12, 2004 05:02 PM (cdKqJ)
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Ooh, you are starting to sound off the charts HIGH maintenance. The guy leaves his wife and kids for you and you're bitching that he didn't leave them fast enough, make you feel special enough, how dare he not realize he's your soul mate and amputate that part of his life in an instant to prove that you're THE ONE?
Sorry, I'm with Mr. Y on this one, that's pretty out there. And looking at it from your point of view, would you want a man who would eagerly turn his back on children and a woman he'd shared 18 years with? I wouldn't - I'd want a man who competely and fully examined his life and his marriage and tried to honor his commitment before deciding that he just couldn't, he had to be with me. I'd take the fact that he was compelled to return to you, in spite of the enormous guilt he feels and, let's face it, the inconvenience and embarrassment he faces with friends and family, as a HUGE compliment and a major indication of his feelings.
Give him a break. I think you're just winding him up looking for reassurance before the weekend meetings. If you try to understand his point, maybe he'll get some extra reassurance he made the right choice!
After all, he's probably just as stressed.
In the South, we'd say you're fractious. When I'm fractious, nothing my husband does makes me happy. Even looking at him sitting on the couch watching TV pisses me off. But when he asks me what I want - I DON'T KNOW!! Just DO something, the RIGHT thing! (We all have our fractious moments, me more than most. Normally a good quality single malt - three fingers - helps.)
Best of luck this weekend. Be there for each other. That's the best way to show this is a good thing for all. And don't feel too concerned about not talking about taboo areas of your life (his marriage, etc.) That will come. But for this in-between phase, the relationship is an oasis for him and he doesn't want to bring his marriage or baggage into it. Plenty of time for that later in the cold light of day.
Sorry, once again a sort of serious post. I will work on being more 'pithy' for the next one.
Ain't life a bitch some days?
Posted by: Oda Mae at March 12, 2004 05:05 PM (9V3kb)
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H love,
May I suggest that this weekend you spend much time looking and listening? If this group of people already has an opinion about you, it might be helpful to watch and hear, rather than trying to impress anybody. That way you can see who they are, rather than fighting to convince them of your worthiness. If friends and family of Mr Y genuinely care about him, they will eventually see good the good things in you. They are most likely having a very difficult time of it, trying to understand what he's doing and why.
As for getting happy...it's not like that, love. Just being together isn't going to solve everything. It may eventually give you a solid base, but that's going to be with TIME, after you're both able to talk about what brought you to this point. Until then, I'd suggest you work on YOU - learning what makes you happy other than loving someone and working.
It's all this stuff that makes life difficult but rewarding - the stuff that happens *after* the movie ends, after the sex. I know, it stinks. But it's SO worth every bit of effort.
Love you. Take care.
Posted by: Kaetchen at March 12, 2004 05:44 PM (1nMRx)
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Good god, girl... find someone your own age! You want an equal, not a daddy. After the newness has worn off, you'll be tired of being the trophy girlfriend/wife. Get yourself set up in your own place, and start calling the shots. And don't forget to look around! There are obviously LOTS of other interesting people out there.
Posted by: Annette at March 12, 2004 06:05 PM (jRHaD)
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Helen, in many ways I'm a lot like you, and I've learned (the hard way, unfortunately) that using your partner to hurt yourself is the fastest way to kill a relationship with someone who really loves you. If he loves you, he can't love the thorns and that will drive you apart.
Posted by: emberverity at March 12, 2004 06:37 PM (f0SBT)
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everyone else has said some great things. And really you should think about each and everyone of them.
I would also caution you stongly though as someone who knows how hard it is to leave it behind but makes the choise to: not to go back to disassociation. It will destroy all things that you can imagine. It really is a horring coping mechanism. May feel good till you pay the prices for it. Learn to savor living in the moment and being present, it really is worth it.
Dear god I sound all Zen now.... must go bounce off some walls or something.
Posted by: stinkerbell at March 12, 2004 07:18 PM (lkCj7)
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A lot of the comments here-including from Sarah, Kaetchen, Drew, Emberverity, our lovely Oda Mae-have thumped me on the head and are helping, honest.
I am totally getting a new therapist, and getting one pronto.
I love that others here understand and have been there, too.
And Andrea-I choose this doggy in the window. He's only 12 years older than I. I love that about him!
Posted by: Helen at March 12, 2004 07:56 PM (onZgN)
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I think what everyone here is saying to you is that they care about you. That they are concerned for you. Some of the post sounds a little rough around the edges but, they are all good questions and advise. I have no advise. But, I feel for you.
It's just like that poem I emailed you. If he says yes to any of the questions then, there is no need to question if you are first in his life. Remember when it said this:
"I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy."
Read the poem again.
Best of luck this weekend, sweetie
Posted by: Tiffani at March 12, 2004 08:00 PM (xpNFK)
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Yes, I would very much like to be added to the Luuka list. : )
Posted by: Andrea at March 12, 2004 08:22 PM (strQe)
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Okay. Firstly, Rebecca? (And of course, my sweetheart Helen). . .
You are feeling insecure for a reason. I have been in this situation more times than I care to admit. It's not always that it's the other partner's fault, but believe me. . .you're feeling insecure FOR. A. REASON.
I'm not saying that you must discuss every aspect of your life in minute detail -- but I get the impression that you are withholding nothing in this relationship and you are not getting the same in return. Thus, you are feeling shut out.
This may change after the other part of his life is straightened out AND he has introduced you and made you part of his life. It may not.
As for the first part of your conversation, where you're fumbling for the term: the one I used to use was "Transition Girl/Boy." You know, the one that helps you get over a break-up and realize you still got it?
I'm still not sure you're NOT Transition Girl.
Posted by: margi at March 12, 2004 11:26 PM (kpNlZ)
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these are all the things my friends said, and I felt, when I moved 2000 km to be with a man who was just leaving his wife and three kids.
It's not easy.
But you are his choice. Doesn't matter how well you knew him, or loved him, you've moved in with someone you don't know.
Know's the time for you to get to know each other. Seriously. Love will help. Love will get you through the hard times.
If you let it.
(It's very disconcerting to have to pick up green legs off the floor in the mornings. Yeah, I know. Totally off subject, but I thought it might make you smile. My cat has a thing about grasshoppers, but she doesn't eat the legs
! )
Posted by: melanie at March 13, 2004 12:21 AM (jDC3U)
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First thing, I must have missed the post where you detailed your part in causing the end of his relationship with EXwife. Assuming that was even possible, and noting he was not the only one married, it seems he should have just as much guilt to bear with regards to ExPartner Unit.
While on the subject of guilt, why are you going there? This all fits neatly into one of those "why do you love me" "do you like her better than me" type discussions, and nothing good can come from it.
This maybe a lot easier to say that to believe, but it doesn't matter if you were the first choice, 2nd, of 55th, he chose you, thats all you need to know. He needs to stop blaming you for the breakup of his marraige, He is a big boy, he made a big boy decision... he made his bed, now he needs to sleep in it, ah, so to speak =)
Sorry if this sounds harsh, but I keep seeing this double standard being thrown up here, and you beating yourself with it. You both made huge sacrfices to be together, key word is both. If someone has to be a victim, someone has to be at fault, I am affraid you guys will self destruct. That would be very sad.
Dane
Posted by: Dane at March 13, 2004 12:38 AM (ncyv4)
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Welcome to life with a Married Man. An English, older, married man. Been there, done that.
To all the naive souls who said, "I don't understand why his friends don't know already that's he's divorced." Because he's not divorced, you innocent young things, he's barely separated, his wife's bed isn't even cool yet from his departure.
Been there, done that, got the two kids that he's never been able to support or father because he's so wracked with guilt over Family #1 that he can't bring himself to commit to Family #2.
It's a long long long road you have ahead of you and the long-distance relationship was no kind of preparation. I've been watching your preparations to move and your excitement about True Love with such a heavy heart, couldn't bring myself to rain on the parade of commenters your age who haven't yet lived through why there's a commandment about adultery. Not because it's sin, because it is pain and guilt and anguish and 99% likely to not work out.
Good luck, kiddo. Good luck, Mr. Y, you remind me so much of a man I loved dearly and still love in so many ways, and I know his/your road was and will be no easier than mine and Helen's.
Posted by: Frances at March 13, 2004 02:40 AM (r4tgt)
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Well, the event is tonight. My dress is ready, my face biored, my heart tumultuous.
Dear God, I hope I am not Transitional Girl-of course, all indications from him prove I am not.
Frances-I hear you on the adultery bit. I am never, EVER doing it again. Ever. The heartache is simply unbearable.
Dane-of course I beat myself up with it. I'm self-destructive
Posted by: Helen at March 13, 2004 09:08 AM (onZgN)
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Frances said it very well, bravo! Adultry... a heart-breaking act, and one shouldn't forget soon-to-be ex-wife... her heart is breaking too... like Frances, BTDT. Nevertheless, all good wishes to Helen. Remember to believe in yourself!
Posted by: Annette at March 13, 2004 08:30 PM (iRQge)
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Tonight I was sitting in a movie theatre in Winnipeg, 6 or 7 time zones away from you, completely paying attention to the excellent movie (Something's Gotta Give, I recommend it) and I suddenly thought, "I wonder how Helen and Mr. Y's evening with the family went." Isn't the human brain a funny thing! Hope the two of you were more settled by the time you went out, and that it was okay.
Posted by: Frances at March 14, 2004 05:53 AM (r4tgt)
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I've been thinking of you gril, hope things are ok?
Posted by: Onyx at March 14, 2004 07:39 PM (G3591)
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Helen, Just remember that it has all been Said and Written before....it is simply your choice to make.
Posted by: Marie at March 15, 2004 03:20 AM (3Y1np)
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I know I'm late and all but in this case you've gotta at least give Y a chance. You have to take what he says at face value until he proves otherwise. Anything else is unfair and frankly impossible for him to live up to. That he is there with you now is proof of his committment. And it's only been a week. Give everything some time.
Posted by: Simon at March 15, 2004 06:44 AM (FUPxT)
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I think I may have come off a little too harsh. Damn this medium for your not being able to see the worry in my eyes!
I hope things are going well for you, my dear. I am 100% in your corner. I hope that I've not given any impression, other than that.
Posted by: margi at March 15, 2004 09:08 AM (kpNlZ)
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Pam - Glasgow
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March 11, 2004
Party Central
I'm getting pretty good at finding places with Internet connections. Next week, I will be able to order my connection, but right now I am...ready for this?...sans pc AND sans laptop AND sans Internet connection.
It's like the end of the world.
Things are still going so well. Yesterday I trooped into London again, for another full day of meetings. Today I got back into my said rented Fiat and hauled my ass up the M25 to a town called Brentwood. I'm getting pretty good at this traffic business!
This weekend is rapidly approaching. I plan on totally taking Oda Mae's advice in the previous post's comments and being extremely polite, kind, and apologetic for all the heartache. I have picked out a "classy but shapely" outfit, but find I am getting more and more stressed up about the meeting. It will be Mr. Y's brother's major birthday bash, with all of their friends and family there.
And my reputation is preceeding me.
Mr. Y decided he should call his closest friends this week and present the info-he hadn't told them that they had split yet. He is bracing his family for it tonight. He rang up his three closest friends and dropped the bomb.
His relationship of nearly 18 years was over.
He was seeing someone new.
She is much younger.
But one of his friends had already heard about me. His reply: Oh, is this the one that caused all the trouble?
Mr. Y's reply: Something like that.
Great.
I am feeling even more nervous than ever before. I don't have any of this common history (how many people are still friends with people that they began grade school with? I can't even remember their names, let alone call them friends). I am the home wrecker. I am the one who came in and caused the problems.
And I absolutely hate taking all of the blame.
I told Mr. Y in bed about how stressed I felt about all of this, how much I fucking hate being the one who "caused all the problems". He hugged me fiercely and told me that he was partially to blame for all of this too.
Weird-no one seems to be commenting on that aspect.
"How does it feel to officially love me?" I asked him, hope waiting for his answer.
"I've always officially loved you." he replied, smiling and kissing me.
He held me tightly and kissed me hard for what seemed like hours, trying to ease the ache out of my brow, my heart, my worries. We made love slowly and easily, side by side on the bed, heating up the little room and the sheets with aborted movement. When we reached the point of orgasm, he pulled out and I felt the hot liquid on my back, covering me in the warm retribution of our actions. He hauled me against him, and we fell asleep like that, stuck together with the glue of our session and the warm scent on sex in the air.
I hope he will stick to me like that on Saturday night, too.
But perhaps in a less phlegmatic way, that is.
-H.
PS-am still not able to get to email and other pages, but will do hopefully tonight!
PPS-Miguel, I hope you and yours are ok today.
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Helen, it is always easy to blame a strager for mutual actions. I am sure it will take more than ne weekend, but when they get to know (the completely wnderful) you, hopefully you will find they will melllow into a more understanding stance.
I guess they feel they all had something invested in Mr Y's marriage too, like you said, a collective past, but if you can weather the storm (it took me six years with the Boy Wonders mother!) it will i am sure be worth it!
Abs x
Posted by: abs at March 11, 2004 11:04 AM (+Ovpo)
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Y has got to step up a bit here. When he's directly asked if you are "the one who caused all of the troubles" he's got to respond. "Something like that" just means "yes" as a response to that question. Does Mr.Y blame you for his divorce? That's what he seems to be saying here.
Posted by: Jim at March 11, 2004 11:34 AM (saeHM)
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IT IS NEITHER HERE NOR THERE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE HAVE DONE IN THE PAST OR WHAT SKELITONS THEY HIDE IN THEIR CLOSET, THEY JUST CAN,T RESIST THE CHANCE TO GOSSIP AND STICK THEIR NOSE WHERE IT DOESNT BELONG!! AND IF EVER QUESTIONED ABOUT THEIR OWN PAST IT,S ALWAYS, WELL THAT WAS DIFFERENT AND ALWAYS FOLLOWED WITH AN EXCUSE TO SET THEIR OWN MIND AT EASE. P.S. YOU WRITE VERY WELL.
Posted by: GRADY at March 11, 2004 12:14 PM (fmxYD)
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I completely agree with Jim. "Something like that" sounds like a "yes, but don't ask" to me. This is NOT how you defend someone against accusations of being the one who wracked the marriage.
So he better make a vastly improved effort on Saturday...
Posted by: Gudy at March 11, 2004 01:14 PM (6/xsn)
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Helen dear, IÂ’m fine here in... Lisbon/Portugal. Not Spain
. The news were however very disturbing, a friend that works with us occasionally (a partner company) and is Spanish, from Galiza, was in Madrid in one of the stations, El Pozo I think. We already received news via email that he is ok, but very shocked about the whole thing. Portugal and Spain are supposed to be nations with their backs turned, 9 centuries ago an quarrel between a "Spanish" mother and a "Portuguese" son (there wasnÂ’t Spain or Portugal back then, not the way we have today...) began the two countries. But to me Spain is truly a brother country, one I visit and love, and were I am always welcome. So we feel very sad about this news, one way or the other every Portuguese has a Spanish relative and vice-versa. Indeed a sad day...
About the weekend coming up, I can only recommend patience and kindness. You do have some things working against you, and my guess is that you can only overcome it with said patience and kindness. I suspect this to be hard for you, but donÂ’t see any way around it. Time will be a good help, IÂ’m sure Mr. Ys friends will be happy if he is happy. One thing puzzles me tough... "Mr. Y decided he should call his closest friends this week and present the info-he hadn't told them that they had split yet. He is bracing his family for it tonight. He rang up his three closest friends and dropped the bomb." Closest friends and donÂ’t know about nothing? IÂ’m probably missing something... Love, Miguel.
Posted by: msd at March 11, 2004 02:14 PM (cdKqJ)
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I don't mean to hop on the bandwagon here, but I have to agree with the others. When Mr. Y is asked who wrecked his marriage there is only one answer - it was Mrs. Y and himself who wrecked the marriage. No one else has that power. Period.
Posted by: Clancy at March 11, 2004 02:24 PM (EGVPL)
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I speak as a husband who was unfaithful once. I'm not proud of it, and I'm wrestling with the temptation again, but I know that my actions are not the fault of S, nor my wife. My actions are my own.
I agree with Jim. Mr Y needs to step up & take responsibility for his own actions. You were a symptom of his marital difficulties, not the cause of them, and he needs to make that very clear.
Good luck to you.
Easy
PS- To date, none of my friends knows what happened between S and myself.
Posted by: Easy at March 11, 2004 02:27 PM (lxT9y)
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Helen, Hang in there tough...you really have no control over the preconceived opinions that people have already formed about you...despite the potential for cold shoulders and whatnot, keep smiling girl.
Also, Thanks for mentioning Miquel and I appreciate his rapid response to your well wishes. Here in the US, I awoke to the tragic news in Spain and am thinking about our Spanish friends.
Posted by: Marie at March 11, 2004 02:44 PM (PQxWr)
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Hi Miguel,
Just went to the news after reading H's PPS and your entry. I can't imagine what possesses people to murder innocent people. People they have never met or have an argument with. The ETA and whoever did this are not human. It is so horrible there are no comforting words to say to the wounded and victim's families. I hope the medical personnel can save as many of the wounded as possible.
Posted by: Roger at March 11, 2004 02:48 PM (8S2fE)
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i don't think you're a home-wrecker helen. and hopefully mr. y's friends and family will give you a chance to win them over. mr. y should help with that transition. it may take some time, but hang in there.
Posted by: kat at March 11, 2004 04:07 PM (FhSIP)
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H,
Wow. Both definitions of 'phlegmatic' used to pivot between scenarios:-)
Posted by: Roger at March 11, 2004 05:31 PM (8S2fE)
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am interested in link exchange.
will add ur link soon
Posted by: underscore at March 11, 2004 05:49 PM (g0HPa)
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I have to agree with what everyone seems to be saying, keep your chin up and keep smiling. And Mr. Y should step up. Good luck though, I know it won't be an easy time for you. Hang in there baby!
Posted by: Sue at March 11, 2004 06:02 PM (rZmE1)
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I had to come back and read this again- tell me if I'm misunderstanding, because I hope so. You've been planning this move for what- weeks? months? And Mr. Y is just NOW telling his friends and family that he's getting divorced, after twenty years, for another woman, three days before a party, where he's bringing you? Tell me I'm misunderstanding that, please, because that sounds to me like he's either a spineless worm who can't face responsibility and won't defend you, or a controller who wants everyone to hate you so he'll be your only friend.
Posted by: Allison at March 11, 2004 07:27 PM (YmC5g)
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H,
Y sounds like a smart lad. Hopefully he hasn't monopolized the common sense in his family. If people have made up their minds to pre-judge instead of reserving judgement until actually meeting you then they can sod off.
I hope it all goes well. Remember the only person there that matters after everything is said and done is Y. And I think you know where he stands!
All the best.
Posted by: Paul at March 11, 2004 07:33 PM (bWfDG)
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I gotta go with Allison, Jim and a few others here...something isn't adding up. How does his family and closest friends not know about his divorce and you yet?
Seems part of "I've always loved you" would include introducing you earlier, defending you much better than, "something like that" and basically throwing you to the wolves...at a party where everyone will be.
I know you love Mr Y but that ain't right. You do NOT do that to someone you say you love.
I hope he does a better job defending you and starts confessing to his friends and family that he has blame in this...not just to you when you are both in bed.
Frankly, I would not go to this party. That is extremely unfair to you. But, I'm not you so I wish you the best of luck and I hope they treat you with some dignity and respect--AS YOU DESERVE and that you come back here and tell us all that it wasn't so bad afterall.
I worry about you sometimes, Helen. Maybe you don't want that, but I do.
Posted by: Serenity at March 11, 2004 07:38 PM (yDeX9)
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Much younger? I hope that dosnt mean the kids are around the same age? If so that could be mucho problems.
You mentioned going to Jamaica for a week. Does the new Job know? If so that was very nice for them to allow the time off from work.
Posted by: Drew at March 11, 2004 07:41 PM (CBlhQ)
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I would have got up and fetched you a towel... ;D
Posted by: dave at March 11, 2004 08:15 PM (a16BY)
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Miguel-oops, sorry! I knew that. But glad you are ok!
Alison, Serenity, Jim and others-Mr. Y has indeed not mentioned me, since he doesn't want to discuss it with people. The only stories people know about me come from Mr. Y's ex-wife-which, as you may imagine, are less than complimentary. So I am absolutely overwhelmed.
Drew-Dream Job already ok'd the leave-truly a Dream Job, eh? And his kids are both under 12-no competition!
And Luuka should be headed for Rob in Jersey as we speak...
Posted by: Helen at March 11, 2004 08:40 PM (onZgN)
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Hmmmm,
I wonder how many eligible bachelors there are on the British Isles...
Posted by: Roger at March 11, 2004 08:53 PM (8S2fE)
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I tend to agree with what others have said...you did NOT cause mr Y marriage to break up.He did that all on his own.And if he had an affair with you,then he cant have been too happy at home anyway.
Be very careful Helen..dont jump into anything too quick..take your time and *date each other* for a while...oh BTW..is mr Y an english guy? Just wondering....
Posted by: butterflies at March 11, 2004 10:28 PM (karT6)
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Oh and another thing...why doesnt he want to talk about you with *other ppl*..he should be stoked and proud and happy to have you!
Posted by: butterflies at March 11, 2004 10:31 PM (karT6)
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I'd be a bit worried about his response too.
I've been with Neil for almost 6 years. It's less than a year since I met his parents. As far as they were concerned I was the cause of their daughter-in-laws marriage break up. Not their sons. Hers.
She got invited to family gatherings, Neil did not.
I *know* I'm not to blame for their marriage break up. Maybe I was his answer to it, but I wasn't the question. Mr Y needs to tell people that too. And I don't think I'd be looking forward to this party. I'd want to be meeting them as the new love of his life. Not the someone who sort of caused this...
good luck
Posted by: melanie at March 11, 2004 10:58 PM (jDC3U)
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Helen,
It never stops amazing me how you can talk about slow sex, and wet spots on your back and make it all sound so classy, heh
I would hope Mr Y would take the more common idea of sticking together and set the record straight for all those interested. If I follow the timeline at all, basically you where out of the picture when his marraige was internally combusting. He should make that clear to all.
For the record, I have spoken once to my best friend in school since we graduated 20+ years ago. In hindsight, those friendships are often based on geography more than mutual interest. Yes I guess it would be nice to have friends who have known you since you were a kid, but really, whats more important is that you have friends who know who you are now, and care about you because of that, not that they went to grade school with you.
Have fun this weekend, and don't tie yourself in knots, whats another hated in-law in the whole scheme of things? You aren't dating his family, if they don't like it, they can, FO
Dane
Posted by: Dane at March 11, 2004 11:32 PM (ncyv4)
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I've gotta stop reading this at work. I'm still chuckling about "phlegmatic way"...
And now I'll never think of glue the same way again.
Posted by: Simon at March 12, 2004 06:42 AM (FUPxT)
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I'm narrowing my eyes and looking at you over the tops of my glasses.
Mr Y is ". . .partially to blame?"
::COUGHCOUGHbullshitCOUGHCOUGH::
His marriage. His breakup. He should be man enough to assume those responsibilities.
I don't even know you, Helen, and I'm worried about you -- and pissed off at your man. Partially to blame? PFFFT. What a fuckwitted thing to say.
Sorry. I'll be over in the corner if anyone needs me.
Posted by: margi at March 12, 2004 07:32 AM (kpNlZ)
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One more thing and I'll STFU --
If he loves you as much as he SAYS he loves you -- then he would be willing to shoulder the responsibility HE has for the breakup of his marriage AND he would be shielding you as much as POSSIBLE from slings and arrows of his nasty divorce. Not parading you around his family and friends like some sort of trophy.
I do not like his furtive and sneaky mannerisms. Not one bit.
Beware, m'dear. I KNOW you love him. But right now and to me, he sounds like a first-class ass that does not deserve a woman as fine and as wonderful as you.
Posted by: margi at March 12, 2004 08:18 AM (kpNlZ)
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HA! Great one. Romantic and sticky at the same time! Best of luck with your new situation.
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March 09, 2004
Getting Over Petty
Just a short blurb from me, on a borrowed GPRS connection (isn't technology grand?)
My second day of work, and I was asked to take myself to a full day meeting on the otherside of the UK in a town near Ipswich. So I rented a car, bought myself a coffee, and hauled myself over there.
Now, England may look like a tiny country on the map. You may have the same perception as I do, that it will take you 5 hours to traverse the entire length, and then you can buy a Diet Coke and a packet of Starburst and turn back around again.
Well, I am here to tell you that the tiny country has a whole lot of people on the roads. And each one of those people on the roads wants to get in front of the rented Fiat that I hurtle around the M25 at great speeds (speed cameras be damned!) It took me nearly 4 hours to get from where I am staying to this little town, but it was worth it.
I not only got a gorgeous new Motorola mobile phone...but Company X representatives showed up to pitch products to Dream Job.
It was like my ship had come in.
Finally I could torture them and make them pay for my hatred of Company X.
But you know what...I couldn't do it. It wasn't right. These were nice guys, located here in England, they had nothing to do with me being laid off, and in fact had neither of them had even met me before. So I decided the best thing in the world would be to work together.
We did.
I feel better for it.
Now, if any of the Company X representatives from Sweden come over to present, it will be ugly. But I clearly need to do some regional hatchet burying.
I can only get over my hatred so quickly, you see.
The meeting went well, and I really feel charged about my job. I am thoroughly excited about it-not only is it work I can do, but work I want to do. I should have a laptop and internet connection next week, but this week expect blogging at weird times, and I can't get to other pages just now (sorry! My God, it is so frustrating!)
Mr. Y gave me half of my birthday present already-he bought me an iPod. The other half I get in a few weeks, but I already know what it is-he's taking me to Jamaica for a week. I can't think of anything nicer-warmth, sun, sea, and him.
We both woke around 3:30 am this morning, and spent two hours just touching each others' skin with our fingernails, moving against each other, not talking but not needing to.
This weekend will be one wild challenge-I get to meet his family and friends, of whom I have already been judged. More on that later, but for now, I am curling up with lasagne, Mr. Y, and the need to just relax.
-H.
PS-email to me at: everydaystranger{at}hotmail{dot}com
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Posted by: andrea at March 09, 2004 08:12 PM (strQe)
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well -- bully for you ...
hoping everything continues to go well for you ...
you deserve so many wonderful things, it is about time some of them started making an appearance
Tioraidh --
Ky (who is listening to "diddly-diddly" music right now ...
Posted by: Kylan at March 09, 2004 08:17 PM (d18ri)
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"It's all happening." You sound very happy. I'm happy you're happy! Congrats!!
Posted by: Clancy at March 09, 2004 08:27 PM (EGVPL)
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Nice to Company X people? Wow. That just never crossed my mind. You're a better gal than I am.
A much better gal when you consider I've got a penis and balls instead of a vagina and boobies.
Posted by: Jim at March 09, 2004 08:49 PM (IOwam)
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Sounds like things are going really well, Helen! Congrats!
Posted by: dave at March 09, 2004 09:14 PM (a16BY)
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hahaha - Jim said boobies. I don't know why that cracks me up.
Enjoy your night with Mr Y. you more than deserve it.
Posted by: Tiffani at March 09, 2004 09:26 PM (xpNFK)
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Ahhh sweet revenge....that wasn't taken. We're so proud of you!!!
Posted by: Rebecca at March 09, 2004 09:27 PM (ZHfdF)
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your life is sounding better and better. I'm so happy for you
Posted by: melanie at March 09, 2004 09:47 PM (jDC3U)
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Sounds like the weekend will be a real rollercoaster, but am sure you'll sail through
Posted by: sasoozie at March 10, 2004 12:33 AM (YZtiQ)
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Curator - http://ipodsdirtysecret.com/message.html , not perfect but still... Go HELEN!!! Miguel.
Posted by: msd at March 10, 2004 12:56 AM (99ZPS)
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iPod's rule. I won't leave home without mine.
And big time kudos to you for rising above your righteous fury with the Company X guys.
Posted by: Johnny Huh? at March 10, 2004 01:16 AM (AyewP)
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tooooo drunk to type.. otherwise, I'd have something incredibly witty.. in any case, good for you.. enjoy, Helen... enjoy..
Posted by: Eric at March 10, 2004 02:15 AM (Py0cM)
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Stun Mr Y's 'rents with your intelligence and creativity. You have it in you girlfriend.
Posted by: Marie at March 10, 2004 04:00 AM (3Y1np)
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Life 6 sounds great! I'm happy that you're happy!
Posted by: Sue at March 10, 2004 06:08 AM (txHte)
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Better brush up on your psychobabble, Helen. The good news is all of his friends will love you - every British man I know (at least the ones with brains) love a woman with spunk and sarcasm. And, er, I mean spunk in the American cheerleader sense. Well maybe not, oh, you know what I'm trying to say!
AS to his parents, kill them with kindness. Use the old "I'm sorry you feel that way. I wish this hadn't been so (awkward, difficult, whatever) as well. I hope when you get to know me better we can talk about this again." Remember, no bashing of wife, no assuming you're taking her place with the acquiescence of everyone - even under the best of circumstances they would still consider her their daughter and the mother of their grandchildren. Yuck, I'm getting ill just thinking about it.
Good luck! Don't get drunk during, get drunk afterwards and write it all down for us!
Posted by: Oda Mae at March 10, 2004 08:11 AM (fgJRU)
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Ahh, who am I kidding. When I have too much Yorkshire Gold - that's a British TEA, which is enough of a mindbender - I get all philosophical and preachy. Helen, ignore the other comment. Whatever you've done so far seems to be working, continue!
Posted by: Oda Mae at March 10, 2004 08:19 AM (fgJRU)
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Not to get off topic, but is Luuka okay? She didn't follow Luuk into the great bear underground, did she?
Posted by: Jim at March 10, 2004 12:24 PM (saeHM)
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Oh my god you are really here!!
Mr Y sounds not only lovely, but rish, he he. Nice holiday planned, sounds perfect.
Enjoy yourself Helen, you deserve it.
Abs x
Posted by: abs at March 10, 2004 12:46 PM (lnpfn)
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H,
Today was my first chance to read how London is treating you so far. I'm glad you made it safely - it's sounds even better than you had hoped!
You deserve this so enjoy every little morsel of #6!
Best wishes, little flame.
Posted by: Paul at March 10, 2004 07:08 PM (IB66H)
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Starburst ? Oh no, they'll always be Opal Fruits to me.
Pam - Glasgow Scotland
Posted by: Pam at March 11, 2004 02:40 AM (Hz1lR)
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Congrats on the new life. And double that for not being snotty to the Company X employees. Not everyone would have been able to resist the urge to stick it to them a little bit.
The high road is more satistfying in the end. Or at least it looks more satistfying from down here...
Posted by: Easy at March 11, 2004 06:22 AM (tLkU5)
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March 06, 2004
So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish
In just a few hours, my flight leaves. There is so much in my head and in my heart. I feel knotted up in balls, like half of me is absolutely thrilled to bits that I am starting fresh and the other half of me is broken at leaving behind a life I had, a Partner I had, a home I had.
I can't stop crying. Happiness, sadness, guilt, hope, loss, anger, love. The waterworks have been on full blast for the past 24 hours.
I moved to Sweden in November 1999. And now, as of today, I am leaving. Oh, I'll be back-there are logistics to take care of, boxes to finish packing, etc. But this is the biggest step I have ever taken, somehow even bigger than when I left Raleigh, North Carolina and headed for Stockholm that November evening.
So much has happened the past 5 years I can hardly breathe.
I met, loved, and lost Mr. Y.
I met, loved, and lost Partner Unit.
I got married.
I travelled the world.
I jumped out of an airplane.
I worked myself to the bone.
I lost my job.
I got a new one.
I tried to kill myself.
I survived trying to kill myself.
I went into psychotherapy, understanding for the first time in my life what's wrong with me.
I started to write.
Kim died.
I was pregnant, and then I wasn't.
It's like a whole life of experiences in that short time span. A whole life lived in 5 years, and now I am moving on to my next life, Life 6, the Life of a Cat.
I will say goodbye to my perfect and beautiful house, with the wall of pictures. There is one picture of every country we have been to, along with a framed print of Dr. Seuss's "Oh The Places You Will Go" dust cover in the center of the wall. Goodbye to the fireplaces and the hardwood floors. Goodbye to the high ceilings and glassed-in veranda.
Goodbye to my Partner Unit-I will always love you. I will never regret you.
Goodbye to my beautiful Collie Ed-you were the best dog ever. Now get off the couch.
Goodbye to my cats Maggie and Mumin-my sweet potatoes, you are so precious and loving. The trust you have in us was amazing.
Goodbye to my once a week curry lunches with Best Friend-you'd better come visit me, man, or I will kick your ass.
Goodbye to Sweden-thanks for having me. Thanks for teaching me so much. Thanks for helping me start to figure out who I am.
Goodbye to Helen Number 5-It was nice getting to know you, Helen. You have so many good things about you, and yet you have so many bad. I'm sorry for abusing you the way I did. I can't promise that Life Number 6 will be any easier on you, but I do promise that the ride will be interesting.
So with my over-stuffed suitcases, a confused heart, and a whole lot of hope, I head to the airport. And at lunchtime in Sweden, no one will know that a lone woman is travelling to a new life. In the US, you'll be sleeping soundly or eating breakfast. In Asia, perhaps you are opening the bottle of wine and looking for something good on tv. Everyone's lives follow their normal elipses, their dance of usual routines of love, family and hope, and I am airborne somewhere, headed to a place to give me new routines.
I'll be crying, most likely. Good tears, bad tears, anguish and hope. Once I set foot into the airport and Partner Unit drives away (and the parting is going to break both of us up to bits), then it has begun. Life Number 6.
And once the doors out of customs opens in Heathrow, in my minds' eye there is a brilliant white light that offers me anything I can find out of it. I can't see past the white light, I don't know what's there. It's almost like dying, going through the tunnel, and maybe in many ways that part of me, the old part of me, is dying.
And at the end of that white light is a man. A man who is waiting to meet me once I make it through, one who promised to meet me. A man who I hope knows how much I need him and how badly I need to make sure that he doesn't drop me or let me fall, since I am far more fragile than he thinks. When the automatic doors swing shut, I am leaving Sweden, Partner Unit, and Company X with Helen Number 5, and ahead of Helen Number 6 is England, Mr. Y, and Dream Job.
Life Number 6.
Meow.
I leave with the lyrics of Michelle Branch's "Goodbye to You", which will be piping in my ears through my MD player, to keep me strong.
Of all the things I believed in
I just want to get it overwith
Tears form behind my eyes, but I do not cry
Counting the days that pass me by.
I've been searching deep down in my soul.
Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old.
Feels like I'm starting all over again.
The last three years are just pretend.
And I said Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything that I knew.
You were the one I loved, the one thing that I tried to hold onto.
I used to get lost in your eyes.
And it seems that I can't live a day without you
Closing my eyes and you'll chase my thoughts away
To a place where I am blinded by the light, but it's not right.
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything that I knew.
You were the one I loved, the one thing that I tried to hold onto.
And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time.
I want what's yours and I want what's mine
I want you, but I'm not giving in this time.
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything that I knew.
You were the one I loved, the one thing that I tried to hold onto.
-H.
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Posted by: Pam at March 06, 2004 06:19 AM (S1nA7)
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safe trip, Helen
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Posted by: Meg at March 06, 2004 08:00 AM (dhHyf)
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I was listening to Sting tonight, thinking of you, and "I'm So Happy I Can't Stop Crying" was playing as I read this.
One door closes, another one opens. Look back, briefly, then wipe your eyes and forge ahead, my dear. You are brave and you are wonderful.
Go gettem, Tiger!
Thinking of you,
Love,
M
Posted by: margi at March 06, 2004 11:17 AM (kpNlZ)
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Have a safe trip, and may life #6 bring you peace and posperity.
Posted by: tommy at March 06, 2004 01:30 PM (MhJXW)
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good luck to YOU my dear. xoxox
Posted by: kat at March 06, 2004 03:50 PM (FhSIP)
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You'll be fine, I promise. Now...what's at the other end of the light?
Posted by: Courtney at March 06, 2004 03:50 PM (7HzK2)
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You will be in my prayers. Takecare and Godbless.
Posted by: Vikkicar at March 06, 2004 04:46 PM (OTTx1)
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Can't wait to read your next chapter...
Posted by: Marie at March 06, 2004 05:09 PM (+Dgbw)
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God speed, Miss Helen.
Meow.
Posted by: Jennifer at March 06, 2004 07:22 PM (uR32b)
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God speed to you, Helen!
I hope you have safely arrived in London and life #6.
Posted by: Gudy at March 06, 2004 07:29 PM (kg64l)
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Oh Helen... beautiful post. Thank you for sharing your journey with us, with me. I can relate on many levels and on many more I learn from you. Have a safe trip and I look forward to all Life #6 offers up for you.
Goodbye sweet lady.... You're doing great!
Posted by: KJB at March 06, 2004 07:32 PM (ekw4D)
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Best wishes and lots of joy for your new start. You are wholly worth it, and we wish you well. J & D
Posted by: jennifer at March 06, 2004 10:35 PM (F8TUc)
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I joined in late on Helen v.5 and I really enjoyed the ride. I look forward to getting to know Helen v.6
Good luck, darlin.
Posted by: James at March 07, 2004 12:06 AM (0SrUW)
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Good Luck. I can't wait to hear the new stuff. Take care of yourself.
Posted by: plumpernickel at March 07, 2004 04:10 AM (e1qFI)
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Goodbye Helen 5 and welcome Helen 6
Heaps of luck sweetie xxxxxxxxx
Posted by: butterflies at March 07, 2004 04:51 AM (karT6)
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Dear Helen, Am quite excited and nervous for you....I even had a London dream last night, inspired by you. Good luck girl!
Posted by: nisi at March 07, 2004 01:30 PM (ZgL+8)
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Hope you got my travel mail before you left. ;-)
You forgot one goodbye from life #5:
"Goodbye to Company X - Thanks for giving me a chance and letting me prove just how amazing I am. I it weren't for the experience I gained with you I never would have nailed my Dream Job. Hell, I never would have known Dream Job was there if you hadn't cast me out in the fucking cold like a bastard pimp, you amazing fucks. My only real regret now is that Dream Job doesn't quite operate in your precise field so I won't be able to grin like a maniac every day thinking about how I'm helping to speed your demise. FOAD."
That was paraphrasing, of course.
Posted by: Jim at March 07, 2004 02:52 PM (saeHM)
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good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck
abs x
Posted by: abs at March 08, 2004 10:38 AM (lnpfn)
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So long, Goodbye, I'll see you in the morning...
Posted by: drew at March 08, 2004 02:34 PM (CBlhQ)
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Good luck and happy thoughts, sweetie.
Posted by: Tiffani at March 08, 2004 03:06 PM (xpNFK)
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Wow...I'm feeling the same way right now. Thanks for saying what I couldn't seem to put into words. Know that somewhere on the other side of the world there is someone else going through the same thing.
P.S. Love your site.
Posted by: Andrea at March 08, 2004 04:29 PM (strQe)
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May the winds be kind to you, love. Wish I could give you a big strengthening hug.
Posted by: Kaetchen at March 08, 2004 04:59 PM (1nMRx)
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Is Mr Y knowing about this blog going to affect its content? Until now, you've been brutally open about your life, but Partner Unit didn't know about the blog.
Just curious. I'll keep reading regardless.
Posted by: Solomon at March 08, 2004 05:06 PM (t5Pi1)
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Best of luck. Be safe.
Posted by: cyberangel at March 08, 2004 05:20 PM (lz72t)
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I received the book "Oh the places you'll go" as a graduation gift from my best friend. So far, I really haven't gone anywhere like you have. A girl can only dream so big ya know. Good Luck Helen.
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March 05, 2004
The Littlest Angel Box
When I was a kid, I heard the story of the
Littlest Angel, which I am pleased to see is still in print. Even though I am no longer religious, the underlying message of the story still applies to my life today. The story is basically thus: a little boy angel in heaven needs to come up with a gift for the birth of Jesus. He struggles and struggles, since all of the angels are making a really big deal out of this, and then remembers when he was a little boy on earth he had a box of his favorite treasures. So he goes and gets said box, and presents it to the baby. In it are things like a rock, a feather, and a few other things that I don't remember.
In other words, the box is filled with the most precious things to the little angel that have no monetary value.
Well, I just shipped off my own Littlest Angel Box.
I shipped it to myself in the UK, and it should arrive next week. It's a 10kg (22lb) postal box filled to the brim with things that are so important to me that I would crumble if they went missing. I'm not saying that they will go missing, but I have been through nasty breakups before, and I know what people are capable of doing to each other in the bottom of their blistering heartache. I don't wish to lose these things. I also know that my luggage tomorrow will be packed to the gills, so I want these things to meet me there.
It took me an entire week to think of what to put in my box, but I shipped it off yesterday, creakingly full. There is really nothing of value in the box. I have an uncut emerald that is not in there. Stock certificates. Even Kim's silver box isn't in there, since all of the letters are on the web.
My documents-including birth certificate, passport, diplomas, etc-will be travelling with me, as will the heirloom jewelry I got from my great-grandmother, a wonderful woman that smelled like butter with a heart the size of Montana and who loved me to bits. Other treasures were too big to fit-a blanket knitted for me by my other great-grandmother that I never met (my father's father's mother) which I call my doggie blanket. A needlepoint quilt hand-sewn by my grandmother before her arthritis took the ability to sew away. Photo albums that tell the story of my adult life.
My box is filled with the following:
- Love letters from Mr. Y
- 3 cards from X Partner Unit (he never believed in writing much. I would get one card every Valentine's Day. That was the extent of his writing beliefs.)
- The tabs of the boarding passes from all of the flights I have been on in the last 5 years. I kept them all, to remember where I had been and when.
- The plastic hotel room keys of all the hotels I have stayed in during the last 5 years-so that I can remember what it was like to be out and about.
- The wedding photo of my grandparents, him in his army uniform, my grandmother so young and happy.
- The wedding photo of my great-grandparents-him with a jaunty cap, her with an unlined face that looked exhiliarated and fresh
- My own wedding photo and videotape with X Partner Unit
- A strand of Greek worry beads from the island of Naxos (idle hands are the devil's work, after all).
- A sun catcher from Santorini
- 2 CD backups of all the photos from the past 4 years of my life-my dog. The cats. The flat and then the house. The Seychelles, Malaysia, Turkey, Greece, Partner Unit, friends, family, travels.
- 2 boxes of girl scout cookies
- A pink plastic elephant my grandmother sent me. My grandfather bought it for her on their honeymoon, and she hoped it would bring X Partner Unit and I our own 48 years and 9 months of wedded happiness. Although that looks like it's not going to happen, I'm not giving it up anyway.
- Lotions and body washes from Bath and Body Works. I know-not that special, but important to me. Wanna' know what scent surrounds me? Pick up the Jasmine and Vanilla body lotion. Or the ginger and green tea body wash. That's me.
- The following DVDs which cannot be replaced in Europe: Home for the Holidays (so that I can think of Thanksgiving), E.T. extended version, Schoolhouse Rocks, Santa Claus is Coming to Town and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (the claymation ones, narrated by Fred Astaire-remember those?) and the DVDs I've been sent from my wish list on this blog.
- The following CDs- Sarah McLachlan's Fumbling Towards Ecstasy, John Denver and the Muppets Christmas Carols, Dave Matthews Crash, and Sting's The Soul Cages.
- A silver photo album my mother made me, filled with pictures of my childhood.
- A picture of Kim
- My diving log book
- My first baby doll I was given when I was born, which I still have. She's pretty ugly, something that you would expect Tabitha from Bewitched to be carrying around, and has some crayon marks on her face. I called her Pink Baby, and I will never let her go.
And my greatest treasure in the whole world is a yellow plastic puffer fish bath toy. It's the most valuable thing I own, my inheritance from my beloved grandfather's death. It was the only thing I asked for, the only thing I wanted. I used to play with it in their bathtub when we visited them, and looking at that puffer fish reminds me of their enormous Iowa farm, the smells of cooking bacon and of corn stalks, and the knowledge that my grandfather was somewhere on the farm, working for his family.
That's safely nestled in Mr. Y's bureau. I took him with me to London to interview, you see. Sort of like my wishful thinking good luck charm.
My treasures are what will keep me going when the going gets rough. There's no value in them, really. But they are things I know I can't live without. And as I finish the final 24 hours before I leave Sweden for Life Number 6, I know that I will breathe easier knowing that they are there with me.
What would your box have?
-H.
PS-Brass, my darlin'-how's Luuka?
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Ummm, H, men don't have boxes.
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Posted by: Simon at March 05, 2004 08:03 AM (FUPxT)
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You know, I'm not sure what would be in my box. Probably a lot of pictures to start. Pictures of my kids, definitely, and of my Dad (as those cannot be replaced). You've certainly given me something to think about!
Posted by: Sue at March 05, 2004 08:06 AM (rZmE1)
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Come on, Simon-reach in and spank your inner child. On this site, you will not be emasculated for having a box. I promise.
Now admit that your box consists of an X-Box, the first love letter you ever got, an autographed photo of Kylie Minogue and a 1990 copy of Playboy and we will all move on for the group hug.
Posted by: Helen at March 05, 2004 08:06 AM (Xcg5b)
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I actually do have a treasure box. But this was such an awesome post that I'm going to do it in my own blog.
The Helen's Treasure Box meme.
Posted by: melanie at March 05, 2004 08:12 AM (jDC3U)
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One note each from each of two men that I've loved, the collar and name-tag of my dog that I had to give away very recently, lots of sheet music and notebook pages filled with pieces of song, strings from my first guitar, all of my nirvana "stuff", the cross/celtic knot necklace that my mother gave to me, my chinese relaxation ball thingys which are the only gift my father has ever picked out for me.
Best of luck in the next few days - I just know things are going to go wonderfully for you!
Posted by: Heather at March 05, 2004 08:29 AM (us7jf)
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I'm doing this on my blog too.
Posted by: plumpernickel at March 05, 2004 08:59 AM (Zo4W0)
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OH MY, what an interesting and thoughtful question!
I'm going to have to think on this, but expect my answer over at my place (with proper linkage, of course.)
Posted by: margi at March 05, 2004 09:37 AM (kpNlZ)
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Helen, i think i too am going to have to do this on my blog!
As for the Fumbling Towards Ecstacy CD, it is AMAZING! I have my copy right here in my bag.
I hope the flight/settleing goes well and i will really look forward to hearing your British adventures unfold,
Abs xx
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Posted by: Simon at March 05, 2004 10:48 AM (GWTmv)
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Helen, good luck on the trip and retaining all your possessions!
good bye winter wonderland - hello rain-soaked/cloudy land of opportunity!!?!
Posted by: jim at March 05, 2004 02:10 PM (lN8eP)
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My notebooks of writing, photos of The Boy and I and of my hill, my horseshoe necklace, the stuffed dog, my homemade Cabbage Patch kid, and my blue CD case.
Posted by: Tami at March 05, 2004 02:15 PM (gj0ZL)
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Uhmmm...I have to agree with Simon. Men don't have boxes. ;-)
Many of us do have containers holding treasured items. Lemming like, I believe that I'll follow the herd and do my own post on this. It's an interesting topic.
There's so much good stuff here. I want to file off all of the serial numbers, give 'em a new paint job and present them as my own. Except the part about having my breasts fondled at Mardi Gras.
Perahaps I'll be a doctor...yeah, that's the ticket!
Posted by: Easy at March 05, 2004 02:17 PM (ODILG)
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Helen - Best wishes on your new life. I know it'll be a success.
My box is packed away with most of the rest of my things. When in moved in w/GF in November we put most of my stuff in storage until we've saved enough to buy a house. Besides my CD collection (which would be one massive box), my guitar, and a shoebox of old photos, I can't think of anything I would have. I had a box of old love letters, but a previous girlfriend pressured me to throw them away and I'm pretty sure I did. Dumb me.
Posted by: Clancy at March 05, 2004 02:18 PM (EGVPL)
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One should always keep their old love letters. It's always nice to look back and remember how that kind of love in a relationship was. I still have my box, and have had no problems with any of the men I was with having their own box, too.
Thanks for the well wishes.
And as Dane said in a comment a while ago, Jimi-I'm perhaps the only person who is moving to the UK and looking forward to better weather!
Posted by: Helen at March 05, 2004 02:27 PM (cRG6V)
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I realized, sadly enough...that I have no clue what I would keep. The reason, I believe is because I have nothing to put in my treasure box. I don't mean to say I don't have memories. I do have some. Most are still at my parents house in Florida even though I've been living on my own for 4 years now.
I've been in love twice, the first was unfortunate and I still think of it that way. The second I live with and carry him in my heart everywhere. Maybe I haven't experienced enough of life yet...
Posted by: Amynah at March 05, 2004 02:52 PM (tqQaS)
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H,
Let me know when Simon is done fondling, er, "group hugging" you. I need to get accurate measurements of you for a shipping container. Do you think there'd be room for some Cadbury chocolate bars as well?
Have a great flight. Pints all 'round!
Posted by: Paul at March 05, 2004 03:10 PM (bWfDG)
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I have a photo album. When I get a new picture, I have to take an old one out. It's a reminder of my past. Every once in a while, I take it out and look at it.
Posted by: Jiminy at March 05, 2004 03:17 PM (v1F8A)
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Have a great flight, Helen. Looking forward to your first post from the U.K.
Posted by: dave at March 05, 2004 03:18 PM (a16BY)
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... mmmhhh... my hassellblad camera? Did great picures of V with it. My memories are of food, drink and friends. And lovers, of course. And touches, and ways I felt. How do I box those?Miguel.
Posted by: msd at March 05, 2004 03:30 PM (cdKqJ)
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Helen,
Luuka is doing quite well and is a big hit with everyone. Weather has been crappy and we haven't been on the hill much. She'll be staying until Wednesday then she is jetting of to Jersey to see Robert.
Luuka sends XXXOOOXXX.
Brass.
Posted by: Brass at March 05, 2004 03:34 PM (SrRJG)
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Excellent! Damn that bear is spoiled. I'm so glad you've enjoyed having her.
Miguel-boxing touches and feelings. Now that's a sweet thought. Sometimes I think I would sell my soul in order to have one more touch...
Posted by: Helen at March 05, 2004 03:38 PM (skffo)
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I would take a blanket my grandmother crocheted for me, my robe,(I tried to buy a new one but always revert back to this one) all of my Aerosmith cd's, and tons of pictures and letters/poems.
Posted by: Rebecca at March 05, 2004 03:45 PM (ZHfdF)
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teehee, simon you made me giggle!
what a neat thing to think on helen. i'll have to get back to you on what's in my box. (besides the obvious../smut)
Posted by: kat at March 05, 2004 04:12 PM (FhSIP)
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When my grandmother died, all I wanted was the dish she served her deviled eggs in. I wanted this for many of the same reasons you wanted the puffer fish.
That's right, I used to play with it in the bathtub.
Posted by: Guinness at March 05, 2004 04:53 PM (5jKa8)
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Mine is an old cigar box with the following in it:
1)A paper weight I made when I was about 10
2)A picture of my first girlfriend
3)a pocket knife/key chain that was my grandfathers
4)the two "S" emblems from a chevy el camino
5)a dozen or so "finisher" pins from motorcycle racing
6)My mothers engagment ring
7)A diary my mother wrote in the 70's
two hot wheels cars
9)a "no bozo's" sticker (bozo the clown with a circle and line through it)
and,oh, hey! I didn't know that was in here! cool...
Dane
Posted by: Dane at March 05, 2004 05:33 PM (ncyv4)
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Yep, doin' this on the blog. What a lovely idea.
H, honey, you're almost through! Deep deep breath now before the last push...
Posted by: Kaetchen at March 05, 2004 05:49 PM (1nMRx)
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Love letters, childhood birthday cards, drama and stage acting medals, my worry rock that I broke in half while my granddad had his quintuple bipass, naked pictures of my ex boyfriend, my baby teeth, my worn and ragged flintstone's bam-bam doll, my glass pens, and my grandfather's compass.
Posted by: emily at March 05, 2004 06:02 PM (GpAPK)
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I had to gather up 20 yrs of things when I moved to the states.I posted 2 huge boxes.In them were a knitted blanket my mum made,photos of my dad who died just before I came,my grandmothers knee rug,a pillow a friend made,25 yrs of journals,letters from my son and pics of him,photo albums,a new zealand flag,winter coats,all my medical info,letters from my ex with whom I had a 20yr marriage( kind of like yours and PU)..also bath oils,makeup that I should have left behind..LOL..all of the things that make up who I am today.
Oh Helen..Im SO glad that things are finally working for you the way you want them to! Congrats on the new job and best wishes on life 6!
Posted by: butterflies at March 05, 2004 09:12 PM (karT6)
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I tried to comment on this all day but I couldn't think of anything to put in my box. I did finally figure out what needs to be in there and I started to comment but it got waaaaaaay too long so I just made a post out of it. It's
over here if you'd like to read it.
Posted by: Jim at March 05, 2004 10:44 PM (IOwam)
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March 04, 2004
Pizza Box Weddings
In the Summer of 1995, Kim and I were dating. I was taking things very cautiously with him, and was very nervous about dating him-he was quite intense and he caused the strangest reactions in me. I found myself more intricately drawn to him than any man previously. I wanted to go slowly into this one, to take my time and see where we went. It had been 5 months, and we still hadn't even slept together.
One evening, just before he was due to come over to my apartment for dinner and a video, he called-he asked if I would mind being his date to his ex-girlfriend's sisters wedding. His ex-girlfriend, Dana, was everything I was not-tiny, gorgeous, a wealthy banker who owned her own home. Here I was-a university student who lived week-to-week on the Arby's 5-for-5 Roast Beef Sandwich deal and had been known to attend classes wearing my pajamas.
I was not excited about the prospect. But Kim explained that Dana had called begging him to go to Susan's wedding-that Dana's family had always loved Kim and that Dana needed his support, as Susan was marrying in her newly adopted religion-Jehovah's Witness. And as such, Dana needed his support. Kim relented, but only if he got to bring me.
I agreed, knowing that I was putting myself in the mosts uncomfortable position in the world. Not only was I really nervous about meeting his ex, but I had absolutely nothing to wear, and didn't like religious ceremonies. But I knew I had to defend my territory, and so attend it would be.
Kim came over that night bearing an enormous pizza box and a video. He gave me a kiss on the mouth and a tight hug, whispering in my ear (without me even telling him how nervous I was) that I would be fine at the wedding, and that he would be so proud to be seen with me. He handed me the pizza box, and I carried it to the kitchen, grabbing my mis-matched plates and some paper towels, and slid the top open.
There was no pizza inside.
Instead, inside was a beautiful gauzy green dress, a green so deep and perfect that there is no Crayola in imagination that could compare. Kim came up behind me, and smiled.
"I just thought maybe you needed something beautiful to wear. Every woman needs to feel as pretty as she is."
I was touched beyond belief.
Two weeks later, I was at the wedding. Dana came flying down the aisle to hug Kim when we arrived, and she was indeed everything I had feared-perfectly coifed hair. Backless slinky black dress. Tiny high heels encapsulating her perfecly manicured toes. She was a tiny, curvy pretty thing that sparkled with expensive jewelry and perfume. Here I was, in comparison-built of peasant stock, adorned with only a butterfly hairclip in my hair to scoop the masses of red hair that I had off my neck. My shoes were scuffed up and my scent was only soap and herbal shampoo.
But man that green dress was perfect.
Susan's wedding began, and I kid you not-it was so offensive to my liberal feminist leanings that I could have chewed through the temple ceiling. During one part of the exchange of vows, Susan actually recited (looking dreamily into her husband-to-be's eyes) that she would subjugate (ohmigod, they used the word subjugate!) her wishes to the wishes of her husband, and that his needs would always be put first, and that he would always be the decision-maker and man of the household.
I was going to snap the pew in half, but Kim held my hands and I held my peace. It wasn't my wedding, after all, so no way in hell would I ruin anyone else's. But I found all kinds of reserves of "keep your mouth shut, Helen" type resources.
We skipped the reception, went out for dinner and then went back to my place and got drunk, at which point I fell asleep on the couch. When I woke up, he had folded a blanket over me and removed my shoes. Tiptoeing outside of my apartment building, I saw him in his car in the parking lot-asleep. He didn't want to drive drunk, nor did he want to freak me out by staying.
I don't have the dress anymore, and I don't even know what happened to it. All I know is that one evening I held up to the scrutiny of myself. A pizza box held what I needed to feel pretty for one evening, but even more importantly, Kim knew I needed that.
And about modern times-Yesterday morning I parked in BFE in order to get to the embassy (after September 11th, no one is allowed to park near the British or American Embassies anymore, and they are next door to each other), I bravely faced Arctic blast-like weather to head to the British Embassy. Passing the American Embassy, which looks like an enormous Communist-era concrete horror, there was a lone Marine patrolling the perimeter of the Embassy gates, trundling through the knee-high snow, gun at the ready and winter gear on. He looked up at me, lifted his hand, and smiled and waved.
That one gesture made my morning. Sometimes it makes me want to cry when I think about how friendly Americans can be. I waved back and smiled, feeling great that one Marine had made my heart warm just a little bit.
And within 30 minutes, I had entered and left the British Embassy, passport stamped and in my hand.
There are no further hurdles to be had. I'm all set to go. Today will be spent packing.
-H.
T minus 2 days and counting.
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Great story. Kim sounds like a special guy - buying a dress for his girlfriend like that. Was it hot in the box? Did it have mozerella sticking to it? Did it have that white thing in the middle to keep the lid off the dress?
Posted by: Simon at March 04, 2004 08:42 AM (GWTmv)
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Simon darling-I was just commenting on your site when your comment popped up.
Actually, he did keep the white plastic thingy and had it holding the top of the box off the dress. Strange, I had forgotten that!
Posted by: Helen at March 04, 2004 08:48 AM (ftWzA)
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Thats beautiful. You are lucky to have been loved and known sensitive men, most of who avoid me like the plague.
Posted by: plumpernickel at March 04, 2004 08:57 AM (fWqrf)
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I love your stories Helen! Especially about Kim, you are indeed lucky to have experienced a relationship like that, but what's great is that you know that! Btw. I am so excited/happy for you & your big move!
Posted by: nisi at March 04, 2004 09:01 AM (V4dAU)
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I see that the Rolos I sacrificed yesterday were as effective as the M&Ms normally are. I was just a tad worried that the caramel might affect the mojosity of the candy. Know what I mean?
I have an aunt that went Jehovah after her divorce many a year ago and took her three kids with her. My cousin's wedding 5 years ago gave me a shock similar to the one you had. It was un.be.fucking.lieveable.
It took me quite a while to reconcile that ceremony with the people I knew. I went up to my cousin at the reception and asked him if all of that was for real. He seemed a bit embarassed but said yes, that was what they believed. I laughed it off, saying something like I needed to start dating Jehovah's Wintesses, but that was a very surreal and disturbing event.
Posted by: Jim at March 04, 2004 12:36 PM (saeHM)
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Great story. I´m always very carefull about commenting or judging others, but what you told does make you think. But if people make free decisions about how to lead theyr lives... A word of advice: as far as I can tell, americans aren´t very well considered in Europe, probably England being in some ways an exception. The "Bush" sindrome. But you are one of the reasons I have faith in americans. Miguel.
Posted by: msd at March 04, 2004 12:54 PM (cdKqJ)
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I attended a friend's wedding some years ago that had the bride vowing to "love, honor, and obey" and also to "give" herself to the groom. Eyes rolled.
The minister later chastised those of us whose eyes rolled saying, "I know some of you don't think women should give themselves to their men but you're wrong.". My wife still has the holes in her tongue and I know that minister will never forget her icy stare. I surely haven't.
Posted by: Rob at March 04, 2004 01:10 PM (h9lAH)
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1. Woooo, survived the hurdles. I can breathe once more whilst reading this page.
2. I just sat staring at the word 'breathe' and pondering its existence. Then I spelt 'existence' wrong, and wrote 'existance'. I must be really tired. I'll make this comment short.
3. The Kims of the world are often under-valued. It makes me smile to see that you acknowledge how amazing he was all the time. He sounds/reads like a hard act to follow. I don't know though, when people say things like "you're lucky you got to experience him, even if it was unfortunately short" [direct quote from earlier today. hehe.] I know, logically, it's a true statement. I still find myself ..not defensive, but.. something. Yes, I find myself something. This is going nowhere, so on to the next point we shall go!
4. Mojosity. Ahahaha. The brilliance of it all.
Posted by: Meg at March 04, 2004 01:40 PM (xRnHV)
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Yay to the passport!
Subjugate?! I mean, love slaves may be a sweet idea in theory, but who in his right mind wants a woman to subjugate her wishes to those of her husband? To each their own, I guess.
Miguel, most Europeans I know differentiate between the government of the US, which is almost universally reviled for its actions and words in the past few years, and american people, especially when taken individually. I sure hope Helen's experiences match mine in that respect.
Posted by: Gudy at March 04, 2004 01:44 PM (z8yR5)
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Rob, Curator and Jim-good to know that others have been wanting to snap a pew in half, too. Not that I am condemning those types of ceremonies-to each their own-I just felt like I had stepped back about 200 years or so.
Miguel and Gudy-I have had to be on the defense, actually. And a few times, I was glad I said I had come from Sweden, since the people I was around went on a tear about the U.S. But people are people-I have known some wonderful Americans, and some real asses. Same with Sweden-I've met good and bad. Same with Japanese. Same with Germans. I think people are just people-once we assign them to a group, we then condemn the whole group, which isn't fair. But I do-and have been-judged pretty harshly over here from time to time, being an American.
Meg-I think I know what you mean. It's like that saying-Better to have loved and lost than never loved at all. Of course, I think that saying is absolute horseshit, since I miss him all the time and know that I will never see him again, ever. But that's me
Now get some sleep!
Nisi and Plumpernickel-thanks. If I ever meet another Kim, I will send him your way...
Posted by: Helen at March 04, 2004 01:53 PM (Ad62L)
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I can't believe that no-one has said it yet ... so I get to be the first --
We *TOLD* you so ... see, no worries, you got your visa, new life ready to go, hopefully some new clothes and strappy shoes ... and don't forget the most important things -- all the little people who care about you around the world. We've been rooting for you, and we've been sending out good energy enough to light up a small third-world nation, and your worries about last minute visa snags turned out to be unfounded.
2 days to go, and life is looking good for Helen.
We'll keep the good vibes coming, there's still need to bolster you, and keep you wrapped in warmth and safety.
Be well, be very well indeed.
Tioraidh!
Ky
Posted by: Kylan at March 04, 2004 02:25 PM (d18ri)
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I just want you to know that I'm doing the happy dance for you! 2 days to go, and don't stress too much, ok?
Posted by: amber at March 04, 2004 02:40 PM (iJZeQ)
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Anything two headed is a monstrosity. That includes a marriage. The word "subjugate" aside, what's wrong with submitting? Everyone submits to someone: an employee to a boss, a citizen to their President/King/whatever, an athlete to a coach,... Submit and inferior are NOT synonymous.
Submitting is only offensive if the one to whom you submit is a "loser". Choose a good husband, and submitting is a non-issue; because what you get in return for submitting is a husband who loves you more than himself and has your best interest at heart.
A husband is called to be the sacrificial, servant leader not someone who says, "Get me my slippers." What about that kind of selfless love is undesirable?
Posted by: Solomon at March 04, 2004 03:03 PM (t5Pi1)
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I could read your stories all day. It's amazing how you make me feel like I'm right there with you. Like I'm living the story myself. Congrats again, I've said it before. I just knew things would work out. They just had to, you're not destined for a bad ending...
Posted by: Rebecca at March 04, 2004 03:38 PM (ZHfdF)
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What a wonderful story! Sounds like Kim was a keeper indeed. Thanks for sharing that little bit of him with us.
Posted by: Almost Lucid (Brad) at March 04, 2004 03:44 PM (oDYrr)
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H,
The little windows into your past never cease to touch and amaze me.
I am so happy that all the paperwork is behind you. Pack up what is still dear to you and make sure you leave all your worries and regrets behind.
Safe journey, little flame.
Posted by: Paul at March 04, 2004 04:10 PM (bWfDG)
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Hey Solomon--would you be happy to turn that around? So,:
"Submitting is only offensive if the one to whom you submit is a "loser". Choose a good wife, and submitting is a non-issue; because what you get in return for submitting is a wife who loves you more than herself and has your best interest at heart."
If not, why not?
Posted by: angel at March 04, 2004 04:49 PM (VDG65)
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At last, everything is in place, yay for life number six!!
I am hopeing some of this will rub off on me too, i have just found out i have a second interview in so many weeks
I hope while you are packing at getting ready you will have time for a celebratory beer or too
Abs x
Posted by: abs at March 04, 2004 05:03 PM (lnpfn)
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May I weigh in?
From the Christian NT many people get it wrong because they do not study the Greek. From the passage that people talk about this, allow me to paraphrase;
Men, love your wives as if she were your own body. [Ahem, we all know how us men are about our own bodies:-). Does this bring any of our favorite topics to mind?]
Women, give your hearts to your husbands and quit pining after Elvis or whoever you secretly still have emotional attachments to; it ain't gonna happen.
Unfortunately the English translations miss the nuances of the Greek word from which some translations derive 'submit'.
This takes into account the differences between men and women but I can't get the words together in a way that I won't get flamed:-) But if a couple achieves both of these suggestions for having a good relationship, their well on their way to building and enjoying it. It is sorta like dancing; a lead who is interested in having his partner enjoy herself and a responsive partner who makes it all worth it. One without the other and they don't dance.
Posted by: Roger at March 04, 2004 05:25 PM (8S2fE)
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what a sweet gesture to bring you a dress in a pizza box. so cute.
i'm very happy for ya helen. *much love*
Posted by: kat at March 04, 2004 05:46 PM (QkuGS)
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Angel - As I said, we all submit to someone, so in some respects, yes, I already do that. I submit to my manager's will 40+ hours a week, and he takes care of me (raises, stress level, hours worked,...); so I choose my workplace wisely. If my beliefs were such that women were to be the leader in a marriage, yes, I would gladly do it...and I would choose my wife very, VERY carefully.
Roger - There's far more to it than that one passage. As you pointed out Miss Helen would prefer we not discuss that here, so we can direct e-mail if you want.
Our culture has such a negative view on submitting, and we shouldn't.
Posted by: Solomon at March 04, 2004 05:53 PM (t5Pi1)
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It makes me happy when you share these wonderful memories. I'm so glad that things are falling into place for you.
Posted by: Sue at March 04, 2004 06:11 PM (txHte)
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Discuss away, Roger and Solomon. I am curious to see where this goes, too (like Angel), since the only thing I can think of when I hear the word "submit" is a dominatrix spanking the monkey out of a middle-aged business man.
Paul-you've been missed, man.
Posted by: Helen at March 04, 2004 06:32 PM (gI2n6)
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I have no problems with "submitting" sometimes to my SO. Usually, when I am being a twit and am totally wrong, I'll just drop the issue. That to me is submitting. However, I expect the same of him...and I get it.
Also, most people won't hate an American just because they were born in the states, most hate Americans who are rude, obnoxious, and think they are better than everyone else. Sometimes you have to prove yourself to people.
I never did get why being a cowboy was bad.
Of course, my vision of a cowboy as a tenderhearted man with callouses on his hands who can save a baby calf and love his family just as fiercely as he works is probably different from the vision most have of movie cowboys...
Posted by: Tami at March 04, 2004 07:23 PM (ijVGj)
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Can't help but laugh H, because I always picture the 'naught boy' scenes in
The Man Who Knew Too Little Especially when Joanne Whalley's character Lori pauses on her travels thru the dominatrix's hotel room to give a little instructive advice cracks me up every time.
I don't have much to add; just sharing my take on things.
Nice post. I must admit that I am glad I am a man but I do appreciate what women wear and all the effort that goes into 'the competition'. You catching Kim sleeping in his car for you says it all.
Posted by: Roger at March 04, 2004 07:23 PM (8S2fE)
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H,
Make no mistake, I stop by every day to look in on you. Even if I were to miss a day or two you are still on my mind and in my heart.
Posted by: Paul at March 04, 2004 09:21 PM (bWfDG)
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Other Biblical reasons for women submitting to men:
1) When God made Eve, she was to be a "helpmate"
2) Adam got to name her...in those days naming something denoted authority over it
3) Adam was made first...in those days birth order denoted authority
4) When Eve ate the forbidden fruit then Adam did, God spoke with Adam...if a problem occurs in my department, the owner of the company goes to the one in charge, my manager, not to me
5) It's the rare exception, not the rule, that women were leaders in the Bible
6) The Apostle Paul said he didn't permit a woman to have authority over a man, and finally
7) Paul said women should submit to men.
Other reasons men should lead:
1) Women generally change their mind more than men (it's their prerogative)
2) Women are generally more emotional than men which makes decision making tougher
3) Men are generally more logical (don't deny it...and I did say generally not always)
4) Men generally have a greater ability to compartmentalize which makes stressful decision making easier
5) Men are smarter (just kidding
To be the sacrificial, servant leader of my family means I put their needs and desires ahead of my own and lead according to what's healthiest for our family (NOT according to what makes Solomon the happiest).
Posted by: Solomon at March 04, 2004 10:25 PM (t5Pi1)
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Glad its all coming together for you. Even being a bloke, reading of your relationship with Kim makes me wish I'd known him, sound like real man.
Posted by: Stephen at March 05, 2004 04:56 AM (w/U8f)
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dear solomon,
the bible was written by men.
Posted by: kat at March 05, 2004 05:15 AM (FhSIP)
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Unfortunately the English translations miss the nuances of the Greek word from which some translations derive 'submit'.
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Me.. I'm not so sure the 'miss' was a mistake at all..
Posted by: LarryConley at March 05, 2004 05:39 AM (A4qhf)
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What Larry and Kat said.
And one thing, Solomon dearie-I totally disagree that men can handle stressful decision making easier. I stress out trying to decide what restaurant to eat at, but give me the red button with the nuclear launch capability, and my head is perfectly clear. Same thing with a real crisis-make me handle the UK government and I stress out. Cut off a finger and I can handle the sitch just fine. Meanwhile the men I know all flip out at form-filling, AND they all flip out when someone cuts a finger off.
It's a matter of perception, dearest.
Posted by: Helen at March 05, 2004 07:03 AM (Xcg5b)
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Most of my non-Biblical points had "generally" in them. There are some women (i.e. Margaret Thatcher and Helen) that are exceptions
I believe modern day culture is emasculating men by making them be so sensitive and cry all the time? Could that be why the men you know can't handle a severed finger or filing forms? And in your "The Perfect Man" entry, all but one of the qualities you listed were sensitive related.
Unfortunately the cultural pendulum for manhood has swung from the "strong, silent, and insensitive" side to the "sissy" side. Men need to have a balance of rugged manhood and sensitive feelings. But if either of those qualities needs to take a back seat, it's the sensitive ones.
Kat - Don't presume that a God who is all powerful wouldn't be able to ensure His rules get written down correctly...even by men
Posted by: Solomon at March 05, 2004 03:13 PM (t5Pi1)
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hehe...i think it's a mistake to take the bible literally...
but if you really think god made sure he got His laws down correctly, then you must believe this also:
You may own slaves, as long as they are from neighboring nations (Leviticus 25:44)
Farmers can't plant soybeans and corn in the same field, and can't wear pants made of a cotton/polyester blend (19:19). If they do, the whole town is supposed to gather and stone them to death (24:10-16)
If a married man dies without children, his brother must marry the widow. If the brother refuses to marry the widow, or deliberately does not give her children, he shall pay a fine of one shoe and be otherwise punished in a manner to be determined by law. (Gen 38:6-10; Deut 25:5-10)
and i'm done...sorry helen, i couldn't resist.
Posted by: kat at March 05, 2004 03:59 PM (FhSIP)
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THAT'S why I see so many singular shoes lying around...
Posted by: Helen at March 05, 2004 04:16 PM (LOhiR)
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My sister-in-laws are pretty attractive. I might go for that law
And, who knows, maybe burlap pants are going to make a comeback (were they ever in style?)
Knowing as much as you do about the Bible (I'm not being facetious), you probably know that the New Testament supercedes the Old Testament. Rom 14:1-6, Col 2:13-18, I Pet 2:15, and much of the Gospels show a new freedom given to Christians that the Israelites didn't have; so, no, we're not bound to all the OT laws. I am curious (as I'm sure you are) why Jewish people don't still stick to those rules.
My reason for referencing the OT regarding men and women's relationships is that it's been that way since the beginning. It was that way in the OT, the NT, and nearly every culture since then up until 30 years ago; and according to the Bible, that's how it was intended to be for all time. That's how men and women work best together.
A car can be used in ways the manufacturer advises against and still get the job done, but not as efficiently and potentially won't last as long. I think a marriage is the same. Sticking to the manufacturer's guidelines provides the best, most efficient, and effective marriage possible.
Posted by: Solomon at March 05, 2004 04:46 PM (t5Pi1)
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Good one Helen. I laughed out loud.
Posted by: Solomon at March 05, 2004 04:47 PM (t5Pi1)
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From some psych class or another, the point was made about how men and women think differently. The gist of it was that when faced with a problem, men will tend to consider the solutions as a finite set based on the facts at hand, and want to make a decision, even if none of the solutions are ideal. Women tend to not see a finite set of solutions and are more willing to consider that the best solution is still unknown. To put it in cliché, "He who hesitates is lost" vs. "look before you leap".
Given that both these approaches have their relative merit, neither being clearly better or worse, I find it embarrassing, as a male, that men become so threatened by someone questioning their decisions that they include words like subjugate, and obey in an oath that ideally should define an equal partnership. Personally I would much rather be with someone who challenges me and makes me grow as a person than to be with someone who just submits to my will.
Solomon, I am not going to touch your first 7 reasons for men being leaders, I think people will take it, and its source for what its worth to them. As for your other 5 reasons, I would make the argument that it is instead a list of why women should lead. They are more willing to accept that their first choice might have been wrong, more inclined to consider the ramifications of their decision, more able to get a feeling for the big picture, etc. The real goal in making a decision is to make the right decision, not to just decide. Your list has no basis in logic, it is simply a statement of beliefs, and is a decent example of fallacy when viewed logically. These beliefs have been propagated through history to protect a status quo that looks at ignorance as a weakness, instead of the first step on the road to knowledge. I find this most disappointing because it stunts the growth of the human race as a whole
Your comments on sensitivity suggest that it is a synonym for weakness. If we take sensitivity to mean being aware, and concerned for the emotional effects your actions have on others, and understanding that their feelings effect their interaction with you, I completely miss the connection that has with “rugged manhood”. Insensitivity is not a sign of strength, it’s a sign of ignorance, and immaturity. The inability to express your feelings, and a conscious lack of concern for the feelings of others is nothing to be proud of, no, instead it’s a weakness of the highest order.
To me, the whole idea of submission is a roadblock to us being better, stronger, and healthier people. Yes, the world is a scary place if we must venture out knowing that no one is better or worse than we are, they are simply our equals. It takes away all the excuses and forces us to be responsible for who we are. Alas, if you say I must submit to someoneÂ…
Â… ah, Helen, could you talk more about the dominatrix and the monkey? =)
Dane
Posted by: Dane at March 05, 2004 05:06 PM (ncyv4)
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Dane just knocked me off my feet with his viewpoint. Well done, my dear.
Solomon-so, what...the New Testament is like Old Testament version 1.0.1?
Posted by: Helen at March 05, 2004 05:30 PM (xLRiJ)
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You sure do use big words and fancy phrases Dane
Regarding my 5 (really 4) reasons men should lead you said, "Your list has no basis in logic, it is simply a statement of beliefs...". Which of my statements was wrong? Just because I didn't quote scientific studies doesn't mean it's wrong. One can have beliefs that are factual, right? If I say 5+4=9 but don't give supporting data, is it just a belief or is it a fact?
And not long before that you even stated, "As for your other 5 reasons, I would make the argument that it is instead a list of why women should lead." You initially agreed with my assessments.
I don't equate sensitivity with weakness. Sensitivity is a glorious trait for men to have, but not at the expense of good, strong, logical leadership. Are the two mutually exclusive? No. Can a large amount of one subvert the other? Yes. Too much sensitivity can prevent one from being a good, strong, logical leader. And too much logic can prevent one from being sensitive.
I really do enjoy discussing these things and look forward to more amicable conversations. Unfortunately, I'll be incommunicado between now and Monday. I'll check back then.
Posted by: Solomon at March 05, 2004 06:01 PM (t5Pi1)
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NT vs OT. They're different dispensations. I'll go deeper Monday or another time. Theologically speaking, there have been 4 dispensations, and each one shows man's inability to work his own way to heaven. We need God's help.
I thouroughly enjoy conversing with you guys and look forward to your responses Monday.
Posted by: Solomon at March 05, 2004 06:07 PM (t5Pi1)
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Er Kat, not quite all...
....
Solomon 5:2 I was asleep but my mind1 was dreaming.2Listen!3 My lover4 is knocking5 at the door!6
5:3 "I have already taken off my robe--must I put it on again?I have already washed my feet--must I soil them again?"
5:4 My lover thrust his hand7 through8 the hole,9and my feelings10 were stirred11 for him.
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double entendre all the way. The 'hand' from Hebrew - a pillar as in phallic.
....
Solomon 8:8 We have a little sister,and as yet she has no breasts.What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is spoken for?27
8:9 If she is a wall,28we will build on her a battlement29 of silver;but if she is a door,we will barricade30 her with boards31 of cedar.32
8:10 I was a wall,and my breasts were like fortress towers.33Then I found favor34 in his eyes.35
....
couldn't resist:-)
Posted by: Roger at March 05, 2004 06:58 PM (8S2fE)
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Solomon,
Your list of 5-now-4 starts with the statement “Other reasons men should lead:” which is a pretty strong indicator that we should be looking for the supporting premises to the conclusion that men should lead. For something to be considered a logical fallacy it can either have a conclusion drawn from premises which are false, or it can have premises which are possibly true, but do not support the conclusion. Your list of 5-now-4 falls in the second category.
When I suggest that your supporting premises could effectively support the exact opposite conclusion my intention is to show, regardless of the validity of your arguments, the conclusion you come to can not be reached from the arguments you give. I listed alternative assumptions made from your arguments which would lead to the opposite conclusion to show this. Your arguments only support the idea that men might be able to make decisions faster which is what my next sentence addressed, stating that is not the ultimate goal in the decision making process, and suggesting that its not a sign of a good leader.
DonÂ’t take this personally, but I tire of these discussions rapidly. You are arguing based on blind faith, I am arguing based on available knowledge. By definition, these two approaches are mutually exclusive. Because a premise based on faith alone can never be proven, it can never support a logical argument. Understand I am not trying to suggest that you should not hold these beliefs, I am just saying that they do not make a valid argument from a logical standpoint, and quite ironically, can only really be presented as an emotional plea to accept the generalizations on which they are based.
My belief is that these generalizations hurt people, they attempt to create a system of control, of rules, that allow one group to impose its will on another, all while suggesting its an obvious natural order. I do not agree that there is anything natural about it, the idea we can classify anyone based on gender, race, religion, or any other grouping and predict their behavior or ability is insulting. This type of classification is very often attempted by people who fear or question their own ability to keep others from questioning their actions, or worse, actually outperforming them.
Dane
Posted by: Dane at March 08, 2004 02:12 AM (ncyv4)
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Dane - I hope my statements come across as benignly as yours do. They're intended to. It's a shame you tire of these discussions; but I need to address two points.
At the very base of the natural order is this: women birth children and are most qualified to care for them (they have the natural milk, hips, multitask better,...). Since she's strapped with a child for a year at a time, that leaves the man to support and lead the family. We've interrupted the natural order by artificial means: fake milk, baby bottles, nannies, daycare centers, birth control,...
So I'm not really fighting the natural order by suggesting that men and women naturally have separate roles, I'm embracing it wholeheartedly.
Secondly, blind faith implies no testing has been done. The 1st time one sits in a chair, he exercises blind faith; but after he tests it, his faith in the chair isn't blind. It's still faith, because it's possible the chair won't support him in the future.
So my faith isn't blind. I've seen that not murdering is better than murdering, not lying is better than lying, not stealing is better than stealing, not having premarital sex is better than premarital sex, and men leading their family is better than men not leading their family.
My faith and available knowledge aren't mutually exclusive. Available knowledge supports my previous statements which are part of my faith. Available knowledge tells us that condoning premarital sex has led to astronomical teen pregnancies, unwed mothers, and undesired abortions (the morality of abortions aside, I don't think anyone would DESIRE to have one).
Regardless of what one believes, faith is required. If one's beliefs are based on available knowledge, it's still faith; because available knowledge changes constantly, and so must his beliefs.
Posted by: Solomon at March 08, 2004 04:55 PM (t5Pi1)
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March 03, 2004
Hallway Confessions
This morning I am off to the embassy, supplied with a book and a cup of coffee while I take up residence there until my passport is processed. I cannot believe that they will delay this due to office furniture, I cannot accept that they hold a desk and a LAN connection over people's futures. I cannot come so far and fail.
My beautiful dog is off to the mother-in-law's this weekend.
Unlike his other visits when Partner Unit and I went on holiday, he won't be coming back.
Sitting in the hallway again, Partner Unit and I talked. Ironic, that after 5 years together we never found a place where we could talk, until the Last Days of Us, in which we find that we can sit on the hardwood floors of the hallway, in casual poses of comfort, and finally air the wounds. The bitter wind whips the side of the house, taking a -5 degree temperature and bending it into factions of razors that sever off fingers and toes.
With solemn sadness we go through the logistics. The housing costs, the furniture. He is thinking of going to China after all, maybe later this year. I took my howling cats to the vet earlier in the day to prepare them for a possible move to the UK, with me, if that happens or if he decides he doesn't want them.
We are friends still, amazingly enough. Perhaps better friends than we have ever been before. I take comfort in his presence and his kindness, and perhaps out of guilt or love I fill the freezer and wine cellar with his favorites, to enjoy and nourish when I am gone.
Last night in the hallway I turned to him, sliding a stockinged foot across the stomach of my dog. "I do love you, you know." I say to him. "I always have and I always will. Maybe we didn't work out, but you should know that-just like Kim-I will always carry you in my heart and love you. I'm so sorry about everything, and mostly I just don't want you to feel that you've wasted your time with me."
He smiles sweetly, and scratches the cat draped on his leg absent-mindedly. "Honey...I will never think that. The 5 years we have had together have been the highlight of my life. I got to experience so much, I learned so much. I will never regret that. And above all, I got to love you."
And it was then, with those words, that I felt my heart truly break. With just that moment, I realized how sorry I feel for never having truly let him into my heart. I am beyond not worthy of a sentiment like that, there's no way on earth I deserve someone feeling like that for me.
I know that I am idealizing things right now-Partner Unit has a vicious temper that can get physical when he unleashes it. We never had the sizzling passion and the chemistry. He never wanted to discuss the past. He never remembers the things I tell him, not even the deep down, jarring, torrential things, and he never really listens to me and takes into consideration my advice.
But he is a good man, one that fought for me, and one that loved me. I just could never let him in, could never tell him the little secrets that lay dormant in me. And it is with this that I realize I can't be with someone that I can't talk to. We tried-believe me, we tried-with marriage counselling, guidelines, attempts to be honest. It just couldn't happen between us.
It would be easier if we hated each other, if we had something solid to walk towards in our hearts. If he knew about Y, I think he would hate me. But we are friends, and I hope we always will be. All I want for him is for a wonderful woman to come in and make his dreams come true, in a way that I couldn't.
With the icy cold snaking through the windowpanes and settling around my fingers, I know that I have to leave here. I have to leave Sweden now. I couldn't stay even if I wanted to-there are no jobs here, and I am not willing (not able) to stay at home and live off of a man. But some things here will always stay with me-the way the snow looks on a cold icy morning. The warm Swedish summers, where the sun is up all night long. And this morning, when in a tribute to an old habit Partner Unit rolled over and wrapped his arms around me, sighing as he settled his face into my hair, I know I will remember him, too.
And as I get ready to head off into Life Number 6, I think: Please, God, please let me know that I am doing the right thing.
-H.
T minus 3 days and counting.
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I think it is very clear you are doing the right thing. What you're going through with PU right now is a shared nostalgia for times past, as your minds clear away much of the bad and cling on to much of the good.
You're going the right direction: forwards.
Posted by: Simon at March 03, 2004 08:17 AM (UKqGy)
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That was so touching and so real. I could almost feel your emotions.
You are so lucky that you are able to end Life Number 5 on such good terms. I envy your ability to do so.
Best of luck!
Posted by: Heather at March 03, 2004 08:33 AM (us7jf)
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I can see why it might be scary, but I think what you're doing is exciting!
I really do want everything to work out just the way you want it to!
Posted by: melanie at March 03, 2004 09:14 AM (jDC3U)
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It's far too much for me to deal with.
Posted by: Guinness at March 03, 2004 11:24 AM (7uAz8)
Posted by: Guinness at March 03, 2004 11:26 AM (7uAz8)
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Hardwood floors are not so good for the tuckus. I recommend throw pillows.
It's really wonderful that you and PU are separating amicably. So few relationships do.
But on to the important question - What book are you reading?
Posted by: Jim at March 03, 2004 11:53 AM (saeHM)
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Currently? I just tried to read "Ramses" by Christian Jacq but found it inane beyond belief so gave it up. Now moving on to "The Time Traveller's Wife" by Audrey Niffenegger.
Posted by: Helen at March 03, 2004 12:16 PM (BkjAJ)
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Forward is the way to go, and your mind is playing a normal trick on you - eject the bad, retain th good. I think its excellent news you´re parting PU in such a civilzed and almost sweet way. Very uncommon. Miguel.
Posted by: msd at March 03, 2004 01:55 PM (cdKqJ)
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H,
Best of luck with the final tasks before jetting off to the next life. Wait, that didn't sound too good!
What I meant to say was...
Have a safe trip. All My Best for you in London, little flame.
(much better)
Posted by: Paul at March 03, 2004 03:07 PM (bWfDG)
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Helen,
You made me cry. I'm sitting here at work starting my day off as always...with you and I have tears in my eyes.
You have such a way of describing things. You make me feel like I'm sitting there sharing your conversation with Partner Unit. Wow.
I honestly hope everything works out for you, sweetie.
Posted by: Tiffani at March 03, 2004 03:22 PM (xpNFK)
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i think you know deep down that you are in fact doing the right thing.
but i hear you. my heart aches for you. hang in there gorgeous.
Posted by: kat at March 03, 2004 04:15 PM (FhSIP)
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All the best to you Miss H. I'll include you in my prayers. Takecare and Godbless.
Posted by: Vikkicar at March 03, 2004 04:30 PM (V7Zku)
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I'm really amazed at the way you two are parting amiably. It's very respectable.
I think you are answering your own questions as you write, which is great. You say you didn't let him into your heart but then talk about his temper, how he doesn't listen, etc. I don't think any of us will open our hearts to someone who won't take our words and feelings into their heart.
Posted by: Almost Lucid (Brad) at March 03, 2004 05:26 PM (sBiBb)
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Hey! I was trying to put words into a comment and wasn't getting it said the way I felt about this post and then Almost Lucid (Brad) found the right combination of words. Of course H finds the expressive combination all the time.
Posted by: Roger at March 03, 2004 06:06 PM (8S2fE)
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For what it is worth... (and I am not God), you are doing the right thing.
Posted by: Marie at March 03, 2004 07:21 PM (PQxWr)
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Helen... you're doing great... keep on keepin on sister!
Posted by: KJB at March 03, 2004 07:25 PM (ekw4D)
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Unfortunately, there are no guarantees in life. IMHO, I simply try to give it everything I've got - and if that's not good enough, then I feel no regrets, because I had nothing left to give. I did the best I could do. I sense that you too, try to give your best, whatever the situation. Since you do that, don't second-guess yourself. You did what you could do, and that's all you could do. No need to be ashamed of it - be proud, instead, for having the strength to give that much of yourself.
Posted by: Courtney at March 03, 2004 08:06 PM (aHz91)
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I know only a little of what you're going through, having had a relationship with someone I could not let in. Take heart, it does get easier to deal with (I think). Its good you part as friends, I will keep thinking of you every day
Posted by: Stephen at March 03, 2004 10:07 PM (w/U8f)
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Wow-Tiffani you start a work day with my site? Really?
Wow.
Posted by: Helen at March 04, 2004 08:40 AM (ftWzA)
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H~
I don't know why your surprised. You've pretty much have become a drug to me. Kindof like a good book you just can't put down. Only...I know the author. Well, I don't know you personally but, I feel I do, because you've let us into your life.
You've become an inspiration to us all. Someone we all can relate to. Someone we can say...wow I've done that, seen that, felt that. Whether the things that you share are good, bad and the ugly. You have no qualms about sharing your life. And not only we get something out of your blog but, you do as well, us.
P.S. I don't even read my e-mails first. I turn on the computer and your right there!
Posted by: Tiffani at March 04, 2004 03:40 PM (xpNFK)
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Wow-that was so nice of you to write, Tiffani. Thank you. Honest, I am really touched.
Maybe blogging is like reality tv, only with writing and the ability to switch it off when you realize you hate someone!
Posted by: Helen at March 04, 2004 04:23 PM (/86ON)
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March 02, 2004
The Formers
Now that Life 6 is preparing to embark, I find myself thinking about what's next. I talked to X Partner Unit about this last night, sitting on the cold floor of the hallway, a dog parked across my legs, a cat parked across his.
"Are you scared?" he asked. "You're starting all over again with nothing. You're moving to a new country, a new job, a new flat, and all of this by yourself."
"No, I'm not scared." I said, stroking my dog's ears and missing him already. "That's not scary to me. What's scary to me is making it until Monday morning. Getting to the point where I get on the train and ride into Central London, and then my feet step across the threshold of the building. That's what's scary. Because until I get to that moment, I will be afraid that anything can step in and take it away. Then I will not have survived Company X letting me go. And that, to me, is scarier than moving."
He nods, and then we haul ourselves off the floor, cook some dinner and polish off a bottle of wine.
And I start thinking about the formers. The formers in everything, really. Dream Job is the next job after Company X. The experiences-both good and bad-that I have from Company X will come into play when I start Dream Job. But Company X and I had a bad breakup-I don't look back on them with love or remember the happy times, even though I knew there were those.
It's the same with lovers, I think. How do we deal with the formers? Not ours, for I think our own experiences with love color and flavor who we are, but how do we face those we love?
I dated a parade of losers before I met Kim (and, honestly, I dated a parade of losers after him, too). Kim had a number of ex-girlfriends, almost all of whom he was still good friends with. But the first great love of his life was a woman named Crystal, who had died when he was in his early 20s. He never got over her. And I knew better than to ask him about her, I knew that the grief and longing he had for her was private.
So it must be for the men that I have loved that came after Kim. X Partner Unit won't even discuss him. Mr. Y calls him "The God". Kim's not a God, but I do accept that there is a great deal of reverence in how I hold his memory. I can remember the bad things that happened with him, but I jealously hold him to my heart, pressed in tight where the thorns of this most precious rose can make me bleed with the slightest movement.
So maybe now Mr. Y and I get our acts in gear and are able to be together after falling in love and then falling away from each other all those years ago. But now we are loaded with more baggage, so my question remains-how do we deal with the formers, the people that gave us experiences and love back, and who made us who we are today?
I used to be a jealous person, terribly so, when I was with Kim. The jealousy ate me up, and Kim calmly and gently addressed it. When Kim and I split, I vowed to never be jealous again. What a fucking waste of emotion, no one should feel the bitter tang of being jealous. And, for the most part, I wasn't jealous again. But I can sometimes feel that it could come back again, unbidden, and make me its bitch again. As Kim once said: Just because I don't want to fuck them anymore, doesn't mean I want anyone else to, either.
I thought of some ground ideas:
- Keep the sweet momentos of the past, just don't parade them around. We are both entering into this relationship with a whole series of previous lives. We both have a box that contains all of our love letters, and I intent on keeping my box and I hope Y keeps his. It's nice to look back and remember how we were once loved by someone else.
- Don't compare each other to the past. I don't want to ever be compared to his exes, nor will I compare him to mine. I don't want to hear that she used to do that, so why shouldn't I?
- Wipe the slate clean of traditions and start them over, too. Create new ones together.
- It's ok to feel nostalgic about the past. Just talk about it when it happens.
- Weed out the "we" and "us" terms when discussing the exes.
The jealousy has not set in. Mr. Y is not the first love of my life. I know I am not Y's first love, and if we decide to try to make a go of it together, it's ok-I don't need to be.
I just want to be the last.
-H.
PS-My airline tickets are bought. I leave Saturday at lunchtime. So.... T minus 4 days and counting.
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I hope you are happy as you embark upon life six, you truly deserve it. I hope that Dream job is good to you and for you. Only 4 days?! Yay!
Posted by: Sue at March 02, 2004 07:41 AM (0SrUW)
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The main thing is to remember that the past is a country you can't revisit. Inevitably as time passes memories focus on the good and forget the bad. But in the here and now there is always good and bad. That makes it almost impossible to always measure up to someone from the past.
The best thing to do is learn and grow from what's gone before so that what comes next is bigger and better. You've gotta build ont those foundations, otherwise the past has been a waste.
Your final line is right on: "Mr. Y is not the first love of my life. I know I am not Y's first love, and if we decide to try to make a go of it together, it's ok-I don't need to be.
I just want to be the last."
If you drive a car looking in the rear-vision mirror then you're going to crash. You have to look out at the road ahead and just check what's behind every now and again. Mostly to make sure there's no massive semi-trailers bearing down on you. Or cops.
Here endeth the cliches.
Posted by: Simon at March 02, 2004 08:01 AM (GWTmv)
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It's funny, I always approach this just the reverse. I talk about stuf. I'm very open about past relationships and all that. I don't ever mean for one to be what the other was, but at the same time I keep them all in my mind as helping me to be what I am. Good and bad. Maybe for the mental health of the other involved I should keep more of these things to myself, but maybe I am not as good a guy as I ought to be.
Four days is fast. Good luck and best wishes with all of the moving fun.
Posted by: Guinness at March 02, 2004 08:31 AM (7uAz8)
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Those are some good guidelines to go by. By nature I am an extremely jealous person (I blame the fact that I am a Scorpio) and it's something that took alot of work to tone down. But I agree that it is a worthless emotion, one that only causes stress and anxiety.
Cheers to beginning Life 6
Posted by: Melissa at March 02, 2004 09:20 AM (i9VPc)
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congrats on beginning life 6- I sure wish I could get a UK work visa
as for the Company X stuff. I know all about it and I can say with honesty, when you replace what is eating you right now with something else you will be a lot happier and that all wont seem so bad. But please I beg you do not carry over what happened with Company X to Dream Job!
As for loves well, I dont know, still working on that one myself. Then again the last one ended pretty nasty. Guess I should work on replacing that memory.
Posted by: stinkerbell at March 02, 2004 10:27 AM (lkCj7)
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Helen, i am so happy for you - the excitment of it all! I hope this move sees you become truely happy. As always you give me hope and inspire me, thank you always for sharing this with us.
Abs xxxx
Posted by: abs at March 02, 2004 10:28 AM (lnpfn)
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Cliches apart, I agree with Simon
. Time to look ahead, and carry the sweet and sour memories in your heart. They are the stuff that build you up, no? Miguel.
Posted by: msd at March 02, 2004 12:08 PM (cdKqJ)
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Recently when I've been reading your blog (during X Partner Unit references especially), I've been hearing lyrics in my head - possibly a clinical matter, yes, but there nonetheless - from a [shudder] LeAnne Rimes song, Please Remember:
I'll always think of you and smile
and be happy for the time
I had you with me.
Though we go our separate ways..
I wont forget, so don't forget
the memories we've made.
Please remember,
please remember
I was there for you
and you were there for me.
Please remember, our time together
When time was yours and mine
and we were wild and free
Please remember, please remember me.
I wanted to comment. I wasn't sure what to say, so I thought I'd let you in on this random inanity.
Dream Job situation is awesome, and you are going to nail the fucking thing, no doubt. ;]
I was quite amazed at the way you pulled your shit together. You [seemed to] hit rock bottom, and you just clawed your way out of the funk. Admirable.
Posted by: Meg at March 02, 2004 12:13 PM (SsdPq)
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I love those lyrics, Meg-haven't heard the song.
It's not all peaches and cream-I am currently having a meltdown over the delayed processing of my visa at the embassy, which is delaying start date with Dream Job.
Meltdown continues...
Posted by: Helen at March 02, 2004 01:47 PM (PZoNF)
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Simon's analogy is dead on! We need to spend a majority of our time focussed on what's before us not behind us. That being said, those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it, so make sure you take that brief, backward glance periodically.
All jealousy isn't bad though; just like fear, it has its good points. Fear can keep one from walking too close to a cliff and falling to his death. My jealousy of the super-model Mrs. Solomon hanging out with other men in her free time may prevent her from forming a relationship that leads to adultery. That's positive jealousy.
Posted by: Solomon at March 02, 2004 02:42 PM (t5Pi1)
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DON"T YOU DARE START MELTING DOWN NOW !!!!
Okay -- serious thundering tones aside -- you're feeding the fear beast by threatening to melt down. "For one who has come so far, and with the end in sight, this last little bit is a mere pebble along the way." Don't take the american philosophy of making mountains out of molehills, and don't lose sight of the GOAL, here is your personal chasm, and your walking on the rope crossing -- don't let the swaying freak you out.
We're all still rooting for you -- never doubt it, and never forget it (or we'll have to take drastic measures -- scary thought) ...
you are one of the shining lights to all of your scattered readers -- even when your day is going bad, you sift the wheat from the chaff, and you put it down in words, and you make everyone else feel that; hey -- maybe they can make it through their darkness too. You're a lantern in the darkness, Little Flame -- though perhaps the "Little" epithet doesn't quite fit.
now, chin up, chest out, strut yourself down whichever boulevard you need to ... you can do this. You can, and you will.
Tioraidh!
Ky
Posted by: Kylan at March 02, 2004 02:51 PM (d18ri)
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Just like Kylan said, we're all pulling for you. Don't you meltdown too far. A little freak-out isn't bad, considering you're starting Life 6, but No Meltdowns! Everything will work out just like it's supposed to.
In regard to past relationships, I've always had a hard time in admitting that bad relationships had good times, and vice versa. I'm not naturally a jealous person, but it has reared its ugly head a couple of times in my life, and I've always felt badly about that. Thankfully, Bob has only once come to see that part of me, and we worked through it, though it did take a lot of effort and time.
Posted by: amber at March 02, 2004 03:26 PM (iJZeQ)
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Scared now? Uh-Uh. No way no how. Life 6, meet Helen. Helen, meet Life 6....with reckless abandon I might add.
We're all rooting for you, who else has this much backup?
Posted by: Rebecca at March 02, 2004 04:04 PM (ZHfdF)
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I'm so excited for you! When do you start dream job?
Posted by: emily at March 02, 2004 04:30 PM (6RZ2o)
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Don't worry, life 7 is just around the corner.
Posted by: Mr Dobbs at March 02, 2004 04:51 PM (sCjzW)
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That's a very good list -- especially the points about creating new traditions and weeding out the we's and us's. It took K only one Xmas to realize I refuse to wear someone else's shoes just to provide consistency to his life. We now have our own traditions... not necessarily better (yes they are!), but different, and
ours.
Another issue that we had to deal with was how he would refer to his ex: he would say "the last one" or "my ex". He thought he was being respectful, but it drove me crazy that he wouldn't call her by name. He didn't realize that he was constantly refering to their relationship each time instead of the person. We know our presents have pasts, and we usually know their names... just use them.
Posted by: Carlene at March 02, 2004 05:05 PM (hL8Mp)
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Have I mentioned how incredibly brave you are? I mean, I know you travel a lot, so the act of traveling isn't that big a deal. I know you're psyched over finding the new job. I know you're sad about your relationship with the X Partner Unit. But you're focused on your goal, and not willing to let anything make you give up - which I find to be incredibly brave.
Posted by: Courtney at March 02, 2004 05:14 PM (7HzK2)
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Those ideas will make an excellent groundwork.
Now what's this about a delay? Do I need to get the M&Ms out?
Posted by: Jim at March 02, 2004 05:23 PM (IOwam)
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I'm not sure I'm brave, so much as desperate!
The lowdown is this: the embassy here in Stockholm is supposed to have my passport stamped and ready tomorrow (I turned it in on Monday). I must fax a copy of this stamp to Dream Job by lunchtime tomorrow or the start date will be pushed back a bit.
I called the embassy, and they are not done with my passport, in fact haven't even started it, and will be backlogged today due to the need to "re-organize their office".
I kid you not. That's what they said.
Helen had a mini-explosion tomorrow and is headed for the embassy tomorrow morning, with a book, to camp out.
I have come so far. I will NOT be stopped now.
This said after I fucked off and went and saw "Something's Gotta Give" at the movies. It was just an ok film, but it did calm me down a bit.
Posted by: Helen at March 02, 2004 06:04 PM (Eut3/)
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Its a good thing you calmed down. Wouldn't want to see you on CNN losing it like the guy who crashed his SUV through the airport window and setting it on fire causing the airport to be shut down most of the day:
http://www.usatoday.com/travel/news/2004-03-02-suv-crash_x.htm
Then again it could be the start of a new series "Helen starting life # 7 as prisioner 724032AB
Posted by: Drew at March 02, 2004 07:13 PM (CBlhQ)
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Glad to see you're well, darlin'. (By the way, pay a visit to the blog).
Posted by: Don at March 02, 2004 10:18 PM (e6au8)
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The idea of setting aside/creating new traditions is really awesome. Its funny/stupid how big a deal this meal with that holiday can be to a relationship. Making your own really does solve two problems, one of not having to do something just because its a tradition, and two of building something with your mate that belongs to the two of you, very cool.
Jealousy... to me its always come down to a lack of trust, if I can't trust someone enough to let them be who they are, why the hell would I want to be with them?
Helen, almost there, GTFOOS! =)
I somehow feel sorry for the embassy workers tomorrow, poor bastards, heh
Dane
Posted by: Dane at March 02, 2004 10:55 PM (ncyv4)
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