You Spin Me Right Round

October 17, 2012

I haven’t been journaling as I need to. I haven’t been feeling great lately and life has seemed very negative, challenging, and depressing. 

A couple nights ago, in a text, Mike told me that maybe God didn’t want us together. I absolutely broke!

I fight back the tears just remembering that conversation. It hurts so much to even think about it. It pains me to write the words! Write them I must – I need to let it all go. 

I refuse, however, to let Mike go. I know now that this is what Bipolar Depression Disorder looks like. 

I’m not sure if I can fully describe the impact of “hearing” him say those words. It was similar to the day that I was told my brother-n-law was dead. It hurt. I went from pain to anger very quickly. I feel I have been through and am willing to go through a lot for this man. 

I texted him hatefully as my anger grew. Then it happened. 

I exploded.

I told my niece that she needed to call him because he was talking about f*cking leaving me. (Ironically the same niece who later became the one behind the attempted charges on my husband who were thrown out.) I slammed my hand into the dryer. I walked back into my room and slammed the door so hard that the door frame fell off. I picked up a chair and threw it. I screamed. I slapped the wall. I cried uncontrollably. I screamed again. 

I put on my shoes and jacket and I gathered the trash. I live on a farm down a long dirt road so I carried the trash all the way to the dumpster. I walked halfway back home. I sat down in the middle of the dirt road and I cried a little. Half heartbroken, half in shock. 

I calmed myself again. Then I returned J’s flashlight. I went back out into the darkness. I sat in the middle of the road, and I prayed. 

I quickly realized that I still very much loved Mike. I wasn’t angry anymore. I didn’t hate him. I prayed for a way to still be with him. I stayed outside until I became too cold. Then I walked inside and began cleaning my home.

Once I felt all the rage was out, I texted him. I didn’t expect him to respond. He did though. We texted all morning, talking things through.

My heart was heavy and I was fearful of my inner rage. I scared myself. I scared my niece. I scared Mike. I behaved like my mother and I felt ashamed. 

Mike lovingly explained that he was only venting. He also pointed out that I wasn’t expressing anger in a healthy way. We discovered I have anger issues but he still loves me. 

The following day we got an “OK” for me to move in with them. I would live in a motel to be with my daughter, but she has chosen to live with her “dad”. My heart is broken but my move is scheduled for October 28th. 

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~Johnny Love & Leesa Love 

 

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