February 23, 1997
JMF has been living elsewhere for almost a month, since he left. I persuaded him to go to counseling with me the previous week. It was a start even though the session felt flat. We scheduled our next appointment for my birthday.
The Angel Cards
The night before my birthday was a struggle as most nights were during this time. This night in particular was bad. Sleep was not my friend. I remembered that my Chicago friend had sent me some angel cards for a Christmas present. I had admired them when I was visiting her the past November. It was like her to remember and send me a set of my very own. I had not opened them yet. On this night I would open them. I wanted solace, anything to shed light on this crazy thing that was happening in my life.
So I opened my new pack of angel cards, handling them with reverence. I wasn’t rushing. I was ready to accept, ready to make sense of this craziness. I drew play, an angel playing on the beach with a red beach ball. I was stunned. I was mad. I thought these silly cards don’t work and here was the proof!
I began to gather them up and carefully put them back in the box. I was closing the flap on the box when I noticed that one card was in the wrong direction. Now I was just pissed. I pulled that card out to place it correctly and I literally gasped! SURRENDER. Yes indeed I need to surrender.
February 24, 1997
SL’s office was in Maryland. I lived in Virginia. Initially I was not happy about this drive but it proved to be a time of reflection and centering for me. Today it seemed like a thousand miles.
On this particular day I arrived early and made me some tea. To this day the smell of that tea reminds me of SL and her office.
And It Happens!
JMF arrives and we exchange pleasantries. He gives me a birthday card and a small box. He looks and acts sheepish. I can’t really read him. Maybe it is more like he would like to be anywhere but here. Anyway I unwrap the present and it is the smallest pair of amythest earrings. I thanked him. Later both the card and box would go in the trash.
SL came out. I remember getting out of the chair, feeling like I weighed a ton and was being led to the slaughter. My knee caps were literally shaking. SL begins to talk to me. “Have you ever thought of JMF having an affair?” What a laughable question! “Of course not! JMF isn’t that kind of person. No!” She asks in another way, “On a scale of 1 to 10, where would JMF fit?” “No way! A zero!” On and on this went and I began to feel agitated. Around the sixth attempt something inside of me shifted. I looked at JMF and then back at SL and back to JMF. “Did you have an affair?” He can only nod his head. He’s got no words. Now I am furious and this is the exact moment in time that I uttered the word f*#k. “F*#k you! F*#k you! F*#k you!” Sheepishly he says, “it wasn’t with _____ (a colleague of his).” I shot back, “Of course not. She has principles you f*#k head.” It’s just too bad SL didn’t count how many times I said this word. It was a lot. Just “f*#k you” over and over and over. Gratefully the “therapist hour” was over.
My New Word, My New World!
I drove to my friend’s house. Only the angels can answer how I arrived there safely. I literally collapsed on the floor at her front door and stayed on the floor crying for hours. My next memory is getting dinner for take out and arriving back at my home. I opened the door, shut it and leaned my back on the door as it closed and surveyed my home. I said, “thank you God. This is all mine.” Oddly I felt relieved, at peace. At least I had the truth. The past month was living a lie, a secret and secrets can kill you. Thank you God that I was alive and well. It was my birthday. I thought it rather fitting in that I had just been re-birthed. Thank you!
January 14, 2018
So I often think of that “play” angel card. It was on the mark and I just wasn’t ready for it that night but the seed was planted. That seed germinated over time and today “play” is in my vocabulary. Playing in the sweet spot! Living in the sweet spot!
Where are you?
Do you find it hard to find play in your life? Where are your sweet spots in the midst of sadness or loss? Write me about it! What do you find helpful to find the sweet spot? I’m looking forward to hearing your stories.
17 Replies to “The first time I said f*#k!”
Cool perspective of being re-birthed on your birthday.
Now I’m off to search for angel cards on Amazon…
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You won’t regret the cards.
F8#k is such a satisfying word when experiencing high stress. It seems to be the ultimate releaser of high emotion. At that moment it really has little to do with the sex act-but, rather, it is the crudest word you know. It allows you to just get that reaction to life out. Sometimes it is embellished by being preceded by “Mother.” But, I find it stands alone quite well. And oh, a string of F8#ks one after another…ah, so rewarding.
Some follow it with the word “You”. But, again-it is so strong it can stand alone.
Now tone of voice takes the F8#k to various dimensions. The tone is the icing to the foundation of the F8#k. It can range from wonder to extreme hatred and everything in between. However, you have to be cautious of over usage. Too much F8#k and it loses its impact.
And then of course, there is the audience. We have to be judicious when and where we use it. Some just can’t abide it and others can only abide it in the right time and place and used very sparingly. They think ill of us F8#kers if we use it at all. But give me some one who can appreciate a good F8#k being said when needed and you’re e my kind of person.
You are brilliant with your words. I concur and say AMEN! You are my kind of person.
Hugs. . .
I love the release that comes with moments when you just need to say F#*k! You captured that so well with your words- I was there with you!
PS- I have always love the versatility of that particular word! In different contexts it can be a noun, adjective, verb…
To my Unicorn,
The blending of our lives together will not present many obstacles. It has, I believe, already happened on a spiritual plane. That is why we feel so familiar to each other. It is a matter of allowing it to unfold. And me keeping my fix it complex at bay.
I overheard a conversation on the plane on my trip to CA,part of what struck me was “Truth is like poetry, and every one hates poetry” I guess what I’m saying is,you find true meaning in life by learning to accept what life throws at you because these are things you have no control over, coping and finding your sweet spots to appreciate life gets you through like you gave.
The truth is just live and let live,It’s easier said than done,but that’s the answer.You just need to surrender.
F@$%K can be liberating!