I've been absent from MLFC. I've been taking a good hard look at my life. There are people in my life who are poison. Who I love more than I can even begin to say.
These people, some blood and some not make me feel worthless. I let these people convince me that I am less than. I let these people break my heart. Pizza, cheetos, lots of booze, crap by the shovel ful.
I have ALWAYS believed everything everyone tells me. I am
naive, trusting. Why would anyone purposefully try and hurt me? Maybe they are telling me a truth I cannot see? Maybe they just really have my best interests at heart? Maybe I really can't do it. Maybe it's just supposed to be me and the babies and we never get a perfect little blended family. Maybe I will never lose this weight. Maybe I'm just not strong enough.
Cue my sassy little daughter. This kid is freaking awesome. She regularly says, I don't need a daddy because my mommy can do anything your daddy can do. She is beautiful and so very smart. She says exactly what she thinks, how she thinks it, no matter how it makes you feel. If you aren't doing right she will tell you. What I love about her the most is she refuses, absolutely refuses to take anyone's crap. She doesn't back down and she doesn't quit.
"Mommy, how come you tell me to never give up something I want and you keep giving up your diet? You give up on yourself."
A truth that cuts me to the bone. Something so simple and I don't think a truer statement has been made.
I cried for a long time in the shower. Everything crashes down this time of year for me. Twins birthday, anniversary of the hubs death, his birthday, fathers day, what would have been mine and the ex's anniversary...I cried for the life I could have had if he lived and for what will happen to my kids if I don't. Mainly I cried because I let my daughter down. She has had more than her share of disappointment in her short life. I cried because I am embarrassed.
What I think is even more important that my daughter knowing to never give up on herself, my daughter knowing that when you get knocked down and you don't think that you have it in you to stand up one last time...that is when you most have to get up. It's the size of fight in the dog.