In memory of / mom and dad / miss you - tam

mom and dad :: wickham park, ct :: 1963 - 1965 ?

Remember when I was all full of The Ick?

Youknowwho’s letter was part 1. Part 2 was a brick I purchased at Wickham Park.

Wickham was an important part of my childhood, and I made a very specific point to hang out there for a while during one of my trips to CT. That’s when I found out about the brick program… I’ve had the donation form and that photo in my inbox forever. Just never ready to make my move, so to speak.

I have a hard time reconciling who I think people are with who they actually are, and that’s caused me a metric shit ton of pain my entire life. (That’s m-e-t-r-i-c newword s-h-i-t newword t-o-n. (Boy Wonder joke. I love our staff meetings!!!))

At any rate, Teh Drama between my mother and myself has been well documented in a thousand places, including here. It’s practically impossible for me to reconcile the woman my father loved with the abusive bitch I grew up with. So, when I was at WP, I kept thinking of this picture of my parents, which was taken in the Oriental Garden. I can’t say I achieved clarity or any closure while I was sitting there at the duck pond, but something happened. Maybe it was because of the squirrel that wouldn’t leave me alone. (J’s mom LOVED squirrels. It’s safe to say that damn thing might have been a sign from the universe…)

I saw the thing for the brick and I became obsessed with buying one. I even knew what I was putting on it.

Surprised the shit out of me.

I certainly wasn’t expecting the following handwritten note with the receipt:

What a lovely tribute to your parents. Our staff really enjoyed the photo you sent. So many of them have been here for decades and enjoy seeing what the grounds looked like “back then”.  The Director feels the photo was taken between 1963 and 1965 based on the plantings in the Oriental Garden.

Did you ever hear someone say they thought your mom looked like the actress Mary Steenburgen? I know the photo is kind of far away from her face, but that’s the first thing I thought of when I looked at it. What a great picture; they look very happy.

Thank you for your gift to the park in their memory.

Another bit of weight off of my shoulders.

Clarity, closure, and cookies, bitches.

That’s just how I’m rollin’...

Scabs are temporary. Pain is forever.

That letter I wrote last weekend to youknowwho was a long time coming…

It took a few life-altering conversations with two drunk boys, an emailed short story, and an outside conversation with the someone who makes me feel vulnerable.

I’m still not sure if I should kick one of those people in the shins or not. That smile I get greeted with when I see them always tempers the urge to shin-kick, so I guess I’ll never kick them. But I am annoyed. Maybe. Not really. I don’t know.

It really does feel like a weight was taken off of my shoulders. That much is fact.

I’m sure that now that the weight of wanting to reach out to him is gone, it will be replaced by the painful reminder that I opened this wound. Again.

That I can’t deal with his baggage. Again.

I don’t know how to find the strength to do this, but I will find it.

I’m so good at protecting myself, shoving people out of my life, locking the door behind them and letting them back in on my terms.

Putting myself out there, again, and allowing him unlimited access to me, again, is fucking scary.

There is no halfway - it really is all or nothing - and that terrifies me more than I can ever put into words.

I can tell you, these are NOT my terms.

My brain has been giving me signs for a long time that I need to get over this, over HIM, but at the same time, the universe and, more importantly, my heart, are giving me a completely different set of signs…

I think I need to get to Albany, find me a $1 PBR special somewhere, and let the two drunk boys tell me how to live my life a third time.

They’re a lot smarter than I am.

Maybe this is why I ship Violate so hard

I don’t think it’s possible to save someone from themselves… but you might be able to give them enough of a lifeline so that they can save themselves.

Weight off my shoulders

matt cohen (young john winchester) :: spn boscon :: august 2011

I love this picture - I was taking pictures during karaoke, and he stopped in front of me. Didn’t move until I snapped the photo. Then, I got a hug and he went to wherever he was going… I think that’s about the time he started dancing on the chairs with Chad.

Oh, happy memories…

J just walked in on me writing the following:

I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to write. I’ve known where you’ve been for a while now. (The state has an inmate search available on their website. Isn’t that nice of them?)

I guess I’ve been trying to come to terms with everything we’ve been through together and how I really feel like I failed you. Part of me feels like I did reach you and that, maybe, if I tried harder, you wouldn’t have pulled the stupid stunt that got you where you are today. Then, there’s a part of me that thinks you were so far gone that I wouldn’t have been able to do anything…

I’m so so so sorry I walked away from you again.

I know I’m a jerk for opening this wound up, but I can’t shake - haven’t been able to shake - the feeling that deep down, we still need each other.

I’m thinking about you. I hope you’re doing well (as well as can be).  I’m here if you’d like to reconnect.

Love, me

It’s not the best thing I’ve ever written, and I’m sure he’ll write back… I AM a jerk for opening this wound up. Especially now. Part of what’s been eating at me is that we do what we do and that it never gets better. We do still need each other. I know I’m not emotionally stable enough to handle the amount of baggage he’s carrying around, and it’s what makes me keep pushing him away.

I don’t want to do that anymore.

I can’t do that anymore.

It’s as simple as the fact that I love him. That I always have. That I always will.

There’s no running away from that.

The way I know to get you out of that slump…

Addicted - Spring Heeled Jack

When things are going down and you wanna pick it up
Why don’t you try and do what I do
The way I know to get you out of that slump is
To listen to music that puts a smile on your face
I won’t let you be down so you better start jumping
Cause you’re making me ill
No one says when they grow up
They wanna be an addict well, I wouldn’t have it another way
When things are going down and you wanna pick it up
Why don’t you try and do what I do
I know some days you get dealt a bad hand
So listen to music that puts a smile on your face
I won’t let you be down so you better start jumping
Cause you’re making me ill, no one says when they grow up
They wanna be an addict well, I wouldn’t have it another way
While your passing through my way give me some s-k-a
On my tonuue and in my veins, I wouldn’t have it another way
I’m only telling you once I haven’t told you before
That I can’t stand people like you, thinking the way
I spend my time is all a shame, you say we are all the same
But when you look at us you say that could’ve been me
If I just followed my my dreams,
I’d rather do it now and regret it later,
Hey I wouldn’t waste another day.
Why you tryin’ to rule my world, see the tables slowly turn
You’re the one whose wasting their time it’s all a shame
But when you look at us you say that could’ve been me
If I just followed my my dreams,
I’d rather do it now and regret it later,
Hey I wouldn’t waste another day.
Why you tryin’ to rule my world, see the tables slowly turn
You’re the one whose wasting their time it’s all a shame
You’re all the S A M E
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I had said in a previous post that Spring Heeled Jack was one of bands I listened to a lot during my “Dark Period”... Their music is bouncy, and I always do smile at the line “Listen to music that puts a smile on your face…”

By the time the song gets to the line, “I’d rather do it now and regret it later, hey, I wouldn’t waste another day…” I’ve completely lost myself in the song.

I’ve been in a weird place lately… I can feel the darkness creeping in, but it’s not quite depression. It’s loss and mourning and some other stuff I can’t get my head around, but it LOOKS like depression, it feels like depression, and I’m sure as hell acting all depressed, but I don’t know where or how to draw the line between depression and The Ick right now. I’m not sure if I should ride it out or adjust my meds.

While I’m getting out of my slump, I’m going to listen to music that puts a smile on my face.