September 2, 1972

Today would have marked my 46th wedding anniversary. I can truthfully say that I do not miss JMF one bit. I’ve been reading in my journals from that time; getting back in touch with what happened, how it all happened. I believe that what I experienced was trauma.
I’ve never used that word or even thought about that word. I feel it’s a bit presumptuous to even think that I experienced trauma. Right? However I am choosing to think differently about this word now. The betrayal, the affair and the many lies were deeply disturbing to me. Agony, suffering, pain, anguish, misery. Yep! My world was turned upside down and I literally didn’t feel safe. Sleep wasn’t my friend and I would vacillate between intense sadness and rage. I would throw plates off of my deck. I’ll write about that later.
Today!
Now I have the great honor of training as a Conscious Discipline Certified Instructor and often mention my divorce and his betrayal in my trainings with the intention of helping. After a recent training, a woman came to me and slipped a note in my hand. My first thought was that I had offended her in some way. I asked if I could read the note with her. Thankfully she agreed.
My heart stopped beating and I held my breath as I began to read her note.
“I know you didn’t come here for this. Yesterday I was in your class and you mentioned that you had been married and your husband (now your ex) cheated on you. My question: How did you heal beyond it? How long did it take you?”
Well those questions have lingered in my heart and brain since that day. How did I heal beyond it and how long did it take? Well here’s the news! I am not healed. I choose to work on it each day. It’s a journey. Some days are easier than others. Some days I don’t think about JMF. Other days I think a lot about JMF. It’s been 21 years and somedays it feels as though it was yesterday and other days it seems as though I was never married and it wasn’t at all real. Today is one of those days that I feel the reality.
Perception is a funny thing. I can fall into moments of “he is a dirty bastard and he must pay” or “poor JMF. Blah, blah, blah!” But that focus is not helpful. The focus should be on me, not him, which changes the direction of the energy. I have a choice. I can choose to be a victim and then act as a victim or I can choose to be set free and write my own story.
So I continue writing my story each and every day. If I think about JMF I can wish him well with about 60% authenticity. Folks this is progress from finding a journal entry recently that expressed my desire to shoot him! This is progress. I can only aim for 61% and then 62%.
So back to the questions. How did I heal and how long did it take?
I continue to heal through journaling, surrounding myself with friends that encourage me and lift me up. I sought professional help and made sure that it was a good match. I read and read and read more books that lift me up. Harriet Lerner and Brené Brown.
And then there is music! I love music. Here’s a song that saved me in 1997 and 1998. This song actually happened to me! Thank you Gloria Gaynor.
Make sure you scroll to the bottom for today’s song. The focus has changed. Thanks Demi Lavato! I’m not sorry!
At first, I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinking, I could never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights thinking, how you did me wrong
And I grew strong and I learned how to get along
And so you’re back from outer space
I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed that stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I’d known for just one second you’d be back to bother me
Go on now, go, walk out the door, just turn around now
‘Cause you’re not welcome anymore
Weren’t you the one, who tried to hurt me with goodbye?
Did you think I’d crumble? Did you think I’d lay down and die?
So where am I today? I’m not sorry!
Now I’m out here looking like revenge
Feelin’ like a ten, the best I ever been
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt
To see me like this, but it gets worse (wait a minute)
Now you’re out here looking like regret
Ain’t too proud to beg, second chance you’ll never get
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this
But it gets worse (wait a minute)
Now payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I’m the baddest
You fuckin’ with a savage
Can’t have this, can’t have this (ah)
And it’d be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Being so bad got me feelin’ so good
Showing you up like I knew that I would
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Feeling inspired ’cause the tables have turned
Yeah, I’m on fire and I know that it burns
Baby, fineness is the way to kill
Tell me how it feel, bet it’s such a bitter pill
And yeah, I know you thought you had bigger, better things
Bet right now this stings (wait a minute)
‘Cause the grass is greener under me
Bright as technicolor, I can tell that you can see
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this
But it gets worse (wait a minute)
Now payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I’m the baddest
You fuckin’ with a savage
Can’t have this, can’t have this (ah)
And it’d be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Being so bad got me feelin’ so good
Showing you up like I knew that I would
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Feeling inspired ’cause the tables have turned
Yeah, I’m on fire and I know that it burns
Talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby
If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby
Oh yeah
Talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby
If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby
Better walk, better walk that walk, baby
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Being so bad got me feelin’ so good
Showing you up like I knew that I would
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Feeling inspired ’cause the tables have turned
Yeah, I’m on fire and I know that it burns
Payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I’m the baddest
I’m the baddest, I’m the baddest
You’re doing great, sweet pea. I took a kitchen knife to my ex-husband’s girlfriend’s photo (who he married the first day after the waiting period was over after the divorce), then went on a stabbing spree to the furniture. Especially the bed.
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You are heroic!
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Music is so healing! So much fun being your back up singer at TOT: “I’m NOT sorry!” 🙂 As you continue to heal and share your healing, you are making it just a bit easier for all the others on their journey.
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