Holland hates this silence, but he is still insisting on pushing his personal ego-driven agenda 🤠 And I am still engaging in self-care - which includes silence 🦋 I am not going to get sucked into any more fights 🐝 Saturday's asthma attack was a direct fallout from that Day's fighting - and he still does not "get it" 😕
Last night, he said, "You've changed." I said, "I haven't changed. You just never knew me, and you aren't interested in knowing me." He wanted a fight, so he went for a weak argument he thought would give me a sting, "You have a complete melt-down if I talk to a stranger - and I can't even invite people over. You just hate everyone!" And I repeated what I've been having to repeat for 2 years straight: "Well, that's your opinion based on assumptions and falsehoods. I don't "hate" anyone, and I'm sick and tired of hearing about the freaky geek in the desert who practiced the santeria religion; you were all for hanging out with him, and literally dragging him over into our space for morning coffee … after I specifically asked you not to do either. You are not a single man anymore Holland; you have a wife now - and wives also have rights as to who encroaches on personal spaces, like the home, which you told me, right off the bat in this marriage is my domain: you specified that your domain is the truck and the outdoor area - mine, is the home space. You also know ... or you should know … if you had ever listened to anything I say, that I am particular when dealing with spirits: I do not surround myself with demonic spirits, like those that dwell around demonic religions. The santeria religion is a demonic voodoo religion, and I do not want it - or it's practitioner - around me, or in my personal space. That is my right; as well as a Christian wisdom, which leads smack dab into your claims to be a Christian, which you are not, or we would not be having these continual arguments that are always rooted in your sanctimonious and whacky religious beliefs. I haven't changed, Holland; you just have never paid attention to me; you focused on the physical and not the whole me. You don't know me, Holland - you have preconceived ideas about who you think I am; and those preconceived ideas are wrong. When we first met, I was just getting comfortable getting out and about following Bob's physical death. I was breaking loose from the heavy grieving cycle. It's true that I was mingling and socializing … but not comfortably. I was forcing myself to get comfortable in crowds. I was forcing myself to socialize. I may have seemed outgoing and personable, but in reality I’m pretty shy, and standoffish until I feel comfortable around people. I put myself out there when I have to; but I’m generally uncomfortable around people, and I actually suffer a lot of nervous anxiety going places and meeting strangers because I notice everything in my immediate surroundings. I pick up vibes other people wouldn't pick up on. I hear tones most people miss. I am in survival mode all the time, and I am aware of everything - I feel muted vibration crowds give off. What people see as confidence in me, is really false bravado born out of necessity: it gets me through the moment – but anyone paying attention, would notice that I am uncomfortably of my depth, and fighting uneasiness while engaging in activities. And I usually bolt after 20 or 30 minutes of uncomfortable interaction; I hang out longer if I feel comfortable - like I did with Jake & Crystal - who, you insist now, I have nothing more to do with; I was married for 44 years to the same man; I have life-long friends - I don't spend every minute if every day with them, and sometimes we go weeks, months, or even years without physical connection, but we are always in contact in one way, or another … and I meet strangers I strike up conversations with, and we enjoy time spent together - you would know that, if you would stick around longer that the 5 minute introduction, instead of slinking off to sit in the x4 and text with cal on the sly: clearly, I don't "hate everyone!" - I just do not want to be forced into uncomfortable situations with people whose lifestyles I will never accept, and I'm really sick of your bully tactics to get me to do that. As for people in our home … the same thing applies: if they are engaged in shady religions, or have poisonous thoughts towards me - like your awful friend cal does; then no, I do not want them in our home. And you shouldn't either; that you continue to insist that little weasel faced shark be allowed in our private domain simply because you feel the need to flex your husband muscle, tells me clearly that you do not consider Independence our home - but rather a battlefield you intend to win. You will not win this battle, but you will lose any happiness still lingering in this marriage that started out with happy thoughts until your unruly ego turned it toxic. You keep carping on your rights; well, I have rights too, and the ones I am staking my war lance on, is that I do not want to hear any more about Kelso, Woodland, or the man in the desert. If you want to invite people into our home … invite worthy people - people good for both of us; people who will bring good spirits with them so that our home environment rings with laughter and good vibrations. That you do not know any people that fit that description, is not my fault, and it should certainly not be something you feel proud of - or feel the need to talk about 24/7/365. It's annoying. Where this weird marriage goes into the future, is your choice: you can keep fighting me on issues I am never going to budge on, or you can grow up and let it all go to grow into the man you are meant to be. Your choice. But I am done fighting with you about idiotic religions and unpleasant people. I want a quiet life. I want to enjoy an easy day unfolding. I want peace in my life, and I'm going to have it. With, or without, you in it. I know how to live a life alone - my entire childhood was spent apart from parents & siblings; I lived solo lobo after Bob's spirit left his body; or with others - specifically my children's rejection for 4 decades, in my immediate surroundings. I know how to quietly live alone while sharing a roof over my head. A 44 year marriage to 1 man also honed a confidence in me to believe that I am a worthy person who know how to give an abundance of love to a man who truly loves, honors, and cherishes the Life we are building together. You can either continue to belittle me, and tear this marriage down to prove egotistical points seeped in faulty rights … or you start treating me like a person you deem valuable - that you can jointly get on board with in the present, to help build a strong and healthy marriage where we take care of each other, for each other to move into a future. The choice is yours."
This entire 29 month marriage has been hard; I've never experienced anything like it before - my 1st husband Bob, had brain trauma damage, too, but he did not have explosive outbursts. I never know from 1 hour to the next what mood my current husband Holland, is going to exhibit. One minute he wants me to go visit his family with him … the next he's yelling at me that he doesn't want me to have anything to do with his family: one minute he's reaching across the console to hold my hand & the next minute he's yelling he wants a divorce because "You're impossible - we don't get along: you hate everyone!" If we have a great day one day … he will turn the next day into a chaotic drama. It's like he deliberately sabotages any chance of this marriage surviving. It's a crazy train ride every day.
I can't believe I'm living a life that eerily resembles 😳 my mother's - & my sister Ramona's; the only difference between those marriages and mine, is that Holland does not physically abuse me. And he never will. But the verbal abuse can get pretty intense 🤬😭
ALL my life, I have STUDIOUSLY AVOIDED domineering men. I always steered clear of neanderthal's. WHY - at this stage of my Life - Elohim paired me with a man who needs to dominate, I can't comprehend 🙄😕😟🤦🏻♀️; he needs to control everything and everyone. I do NOT like to be under a man's thumb … and I will NEVER be controlled by a man. I will gladly walk alongside a full-grown man who understands that I am a capable and worthy partner; BUT I will NEVER choke on the dust of a chest-thumping/brow-beating, shouting neanderthal 😤
If a man does not allow for disagreement, individual thought and opinions; and flat out tells you that you stress him out because you are not wanting to “fall in line” with his demands to be in solidarity with any activity you find objectionable and destructive … they are shallow people; wanting their own way, and wanting to mold you into their version of acceptability.
They will never be satisfied – and there will never be enough that can be done to make you acceptable in their eyes. So, the best way to live with a man like this is to sic Elohim on him - and burn calories on working on YOU for a happier and serene you 😇🕊️
Meanwhile, while my giant, bear of a man, sleeps upstairs 🛌, I'm downstairs in the spare room; working on self-care for myself. I did in-house exercises this morning 🏋️♀️ I'm being wise in my determination - I realize that I am a 68 year old senior woman, even though I do not mentally, or physically feel "elderly" … I am being mindfully careful in how I work my body. I had a pretty bad asthma episode the other day after a stressful argument with Holland, and I don't have much energy to get out for an outdoor walk, yet: hopefully by Wednesday I will be able to take the walk I've been itching to try … the opposite end of Bay Avenue, down towards the Bay - the walk goes downhill, and I will need the recharge energy to get back uphill. It's a slight hill, but will require more energy that I have right now 😉
I am also fasting Mondays through Wednesdays, every week until I am satisfied with where my weight is: I have clothes on my closet I want to wear again, before I am too old to wear them - that is this year's Goal. I like them and I am not ready to replace them yet.
If I stick to this routine of exercise & 3 day a week fast, I should be where I want to be, in the clothes I want to be wearing; in about 15 to 20 weeks. That is the hopeful Plan, anyway 🤞
Intermittent Fasting for Women Over 50: What You Need to Know: https://www.webmd.com/healthy-aging/what-to-know-about-intermittent-fasting-for-women-after-50
And of course, I am also seeking spiritual guidance and Elohim's Will for my Life ✝️ 📖🙏, & the healing power of Yeshua's love as the fasting progresses.
I am working on once again, creating my own safe place.
Yeshua, my ultimate Husband loves me, He sees me, He knows what I’m going through: He comforts me.