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Another Home Within A Home

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So people tell me I’m too nice.  That’s all okay.  I would rather be that then too mean? Too self involved? Too untrusting? Too unloving?

Seriously? What is wrong with being too nice.  There are adjustments to make if you choose to remain so in a life that is not so nice, but really, what is wrong with being outside of the norm?  Last post I wast writing about home.  About coming home to blood, and the difference between healthy psychotic love and not so healthy.

I spoke to my daughter today who is one of my healthy psychotic loves, and she was describing atoms and quarks and fascinated by the fact that the further the something something is the closer they are, like an elastic.  She brought up the cellphones, but I said, they lose connection… so I was not in total understanding of the elasticity between atoms, and quarks, and such.  I could understand one thing though.  The elasticity of two people who love each other and when they are apart, the feeling becomes stronger.  A bit of psychotic love… depending on whether its a desire, or a want, or a need, or love period.  Is the distance when in love perceived as inticing? or is it pleasant because of the distance? or is there a true longing to be back together, like the elastic that my daughter was talking about? … I don’t think I had the elastic band feeling ever… with my ex husband.  Did a bit with my ex-boyfriend, but that was different psychotic love that will get to later after I’m over my ex husband story.

I liked him being away.  I liked him gone.  I felt free.  His long trips made me happy.  I did love him psychotically, but his presence made me feel diminished.  Small.  Ugly.  Nothing.  He never could really fulfill my need for just love. I didn’t want expectations.  I wanted a friend.  I never had that with him. YET, when he was away, he wrote me the most beautiful letters.  Back when we wrote letters.  And I missed his written word, that I never got the same emotional level in person.  I think I fell in love with the writer, but the person behind the writer was not the same.  We started our relationship in letters, ended it in words.  Maybe we should have written letters to each other more… 😉  All good though.  Glad to be with me today.

I don’t hate him.  Sad he kind of stole my beautiful youth in a way, but funny thing is I still feel young enough to enjoy what is left of my life.  This because I have built a beautiful world of family and friends around me that allow me to stay feeling young and happy and secure.  I also love myself more then ever.  Definitely not psychotically… LOL… but really in a good way.

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Finding Home

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I wrote about the last post regarding not knowing where home is.  So with this song I moved and left all my family and ran a business.

I have to admit it was so exciting moving to what I THOUGHT was my new home.  I bought a business and was “moving away from” the pain, the hurt, and I WAS on my own and going to my “new home”.   I played this song on my journey to my new place.  I believed wholeheartedly that this was right for me.  I didn’t do it on a “whim”.  I had several people, including my parents, come by to see if I was making the right choice of buying an Auto Repair Shop in a small town 2.5 hours away from homebase, but only 1.5 hours away from parents’ cottage.

I distanced myself from pretty well everyone human though in close circle mind.  It was like coming home to a place where I belonged.  Small hobby farm, chickens, donkeys,  goats, dogs, cats, chinchilla.  I was in my glory, filling my life with animals, and business, to deter my thoughts of my children choosing to live with their father, my parents and sisters not understanding the whole disturbing reason for my leaving my ex, no support or understand.  It was alienation.  And I LOVED IT. Not alienation.. the getting away from it!!!!!

I had a hard go at the business side of it.  Three years later lost my business, but I have to say with a HUGE smile, I am so happy I did what I did even if I lost my retirement investment.  It was more then awesome.  I can’t say it was “home” but it was and it was mine and I loved the visits, however brief.  The ones that meant the most to me were my youngest son who chose to hang out with me for a couple of weeks in the summer, and my nephew and his wife who came by while Ross was trying to recover from cancer.

What is Psychotic Love??? ones you  have for your stupid ex… or the one you have for the ones you personally cannot help but love psychotically, like your parents, your children, just some people who walk into your life?

Psychotic Love to me, is your transference of UNCONDITIONAL love … and that’s not bad at all, but where it does become Psychotic Psychotic love… which might be our new term now, is when you love unconditionally, and they don’t back, or have expectations you can’t live up to, or  put you down… and you still love them!!… YIKES

My previous YIKES was that that can happen with so many peeps around you including your children~~ !!!

Okay, next post… to Daughtry’s song, because this one is already long enough… and kind of a therapeutic, realizing… this is psychotic… just thinking about the scope of all of this!!!

I’m Going Home

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I felt alianeted when my last child left me to be with my ex husband.  I don’t blame her, but it was then time for me to find another home.  The problem is that I never really had a “home”… I moved so many times that I don’t know that I will ever find that “home”.   So this song means a lot to me.  My eldest son introduced it to me and after listening to it I will tell you my thoughts of what all still comes up. Next post will give the story of this song.