He uses an ax to chop
He teaches her how
She gets to witness hard work
Three and a half years, and what a journey we have shared. We’ve been through quite a bit for such a short amount of time; miscarriages, Ectopic pregnancies, twins, another baby, changes in beliefs and faith, and the idea of polyamory. All of this on top of learning more and more about each other every day. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love this life, my husband (and his ideals), and our children and I cannot wait to see what’s next. Bring it, Life. I’m loving this shared journey we are on!
“It’s supposed to be hard. If it wasn’t hard, everyone would do it.
The ‘hard’ is what makes it great.”
-Jimmy Dugan (Tom Hanks)
*A League of Their Own*
This is one of my all-time favorite quotes from one of my all-time favorite movies. Classic. And what truth it holds! How much more do we appreciate things when they are tough to achieve?
Once again, thank you, positivityblogger, for nominating me. And, yet again, if any of you want to play along, I nominate you! Yes, you with the hair…or no hair.. 😉
This is me in my peaceful place. A bad day of fishing beats a good day of…well…anything else! Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my family with all my heart. But fishing? Fishing is my bliss. The quietness. The calmness. I can let my thoughts float freely. And, if I’m alone, it’s where I speak to Yah most, and sometimes I can even feel the presence of His Holy Spirit. And oh, what a wonderful feeling that is!
Here it comes. The chill in the air, the tension, the slight rumbling of thunder. It can only mean one thing – the sociopath has come out from behind the mask of a seemingly normal man. Not every woman is cut out for this. In fact, I feel as if I’m the only one strong enough to endure it. Most people would up and run, fleeing from the outrageously mean person he becomes. Me? I feel for him. I understand that he can’t control it. It takes hold and won’t let go. But, oh, how he tries to suppress it. He doesn’t like it, he hates who he becomes, so he tries to fight it off. He almost always loses that battle.
I was made for this. What I endured growing up and things I’ve experienced have built me up, made me the strong woman I am today. He is not physically abusive. He would NEVER physically harm me in any way. That battle, he does win. Always. He is a retired professional boxer. He knows, very well, how to control himself in that area. It’s the emotional side that needs work. Some may say that, while he is not physically abusive, he is emotionally abusive. I don’t look at it that way. His words are merely words, and they don’t hurt me. Maybe it’s because I know he doesn’t mean it? Maybe it’s because as a child who was emotionally neglected my heart has hardened to rude words? I don’t know. What I do know is he talks to me about his “condition.” He wants me to understand. He wants to understand it better himself. He knows what he needs to work on, and he’s doing it. But, until he can suppress it and always win the fight, the storm rages on.
Home is where my thoughts fly freely. Home is where I feel alive. Home is where I am understood. Home is where I am me.