Today marks 3 years since I walked out the door of my marriage. I know it shouldn't bother me, but it does. Inside, I really do miss him and honestly, I do still love him. But I know in my heart and my mind that I could never go back. To me, there was too much damage done and even though I know he will never lay a hand on me again, I know the arguments will still be there because occassionally, they are still there when we talk in person or on the phone. He is needy, but I guess that is the way he is. He wanted me to carry his check books, why? Because he doesn't know how to fill them out. And he wants to make it easier for him to be able to give me money. I kept a tally and so far, I believe he's given me $1,600. A far cry from $10,000. I am scared. I am scared to change my life so drastically in June. I am scared to move 3000 miles away from my family and from him, still feeling the guilt of taking his children away. I am scared that my children won't understand and will ask me every weekend or everyday maybe, when are we gonna see daddy? What do I say? I don't know? I told them during holiday breaks -- or summertime, but whose to say I'll be able to take that time off and be able to fly them home. My son told me mom, its too expensive and too much money to fly them back to California. I told him it was my choice to make and I won't keep them from their father. They are scared to leave. I know they are. Sometimes they look excited, sometimes they look like they want to cry. At least my older one does. My little one doesn't say much about it. I'm not sure he really understands. I feel selfish. I feel guilty. I feel scared. I feel alone in this. I know there is a future in front of me. A future I truly want. And I feel selfish because I'm leaving everyone without a choice. I know I asked their father to think of moving. He's always wanted to live on the East Coast anyway. Whether or not he will is up to him. But that's a lot to ask someone to move 3000 miles away. In many respects, I think they'll be better off without him. But they adore him. I still wonder how much they remember about how things were when me and their dad were married. Do they remember what he did to me, even though they were in the other room? Will they remember when they saw anything? Will they remember all the yelling and name calling that went on? Will they remember me sitting in the kitchen on the floor in the corner crying? The used to sit and wipe my tears and then after they still would, but they would say, what did you do this time mommy? Will my son remember when he brought his dad a glass of water during an argument with me and he was still standing by us and his dad threw the glass and the water at me and my son blamed himself? What will they remember and how much?
My life is going to change. In one aspect, the time is going by so fast when I look back at what has passed already. In another aspect, time is going by so slow. As if June will never get here. I question myself constantly, is this what I want. I always hesitate and sometimes I feel like I want to say no. It's a fear. What if... what if.... what if.... I'm afraid of being alone. What if things don't work.... I will be alone with my children and have no where to go. A major phobia of mine is being alone. Having my children doesn't fall into this phobia. My children will always be with me -- it's the thought of being in a relationship and being turned away in time. I know this isn't going to happen, I know in my heart it won't. But my mind is telling me it might. I am constantly being told that "You're stuck with me," or "no matter how hard I push, it won't be hard enough," or "you've been saying this now for three years and it hasn't changed a thing between us." I've seen my boyfriend with my children and I've seen what it was like to be a family. I've seen it. My children think he's great. But they are afraid of the consequences which are me marrying him. My son told me he'd rather see me divorced than marry again. What my children think means a great deal to me. And that too scares me.
I will have a life. I will have a life without abuse. But it is in me to think that will change. To think in some ways all men are the same. I know that isn't fair to any other man, but when you have spent 14 years of your life with abuse, you realize that there are so many couples who "pretend" when they are in public to be that wonderful couple and then they go home and the abuse is there. It's a fear I have. I believe deep down, that my life will be safe and my children will be safe with our new life but that doesn't make the fear go away.
I am in love with someone who is going to love me, and respect me, and treat me like I should be treated. I will do the same in return because that is where my heart is.
But..... I'm still scared.