Last night I slept for ten hours. I
can't remember the last time I slept that long. I think it is
exhaustion. Emotional exhaustion. Sometimes it feels like this whole
situation is unreal. It doesn't feel real. I wake up in the morning
and there is a split second before I remember. A split second when I
feel like a normal person with a normal life.
I learned how to fire a shotgun today.
How to load it, pump it, pull the trigger. I've always hated guns. I
still do. I hate the gun laws in America. The idiocy of the NRA. I've
never even wanted to touch one.
But today I gripped the gun like I knew
what I was doing. I fired off several rounds. I didn't wince or
hesitate. The man instructing me watched and raised an eyebrow. “Wow.”
I was talking on the phone with a
friend today. She was telling me about a mutual acquaintance,
describing to me this woman's difficult history (abandonment,
divorce). It was sad. It occurred to me then, as I was listening,
that this is how people talk about me. They tell my story in
hushed voices, when I'm not in the room. I'm that woman. The
one with the unfortunate past.
Later that day, I was sitting on the
couch reading. Anna came and sat next to me and started telling me a
story about what one of the cats did (yes, the cats are with us).
Midway through the story her voice trailed off. She stopped, smiled
at me and crawled into my lap. I wrapped my arms around her and just
held her. I took in her slender arms and the hair falling out of her ponytail. In that moment I was overcome
with her beauty, her utter perfection.
I have a beautiful dream for my future.
I always have. The fact that it's never unfolded doesn't dampen the
hope. I still believe in that future. Some days I can almost reach
out and touch it. Other days, like today, the weight of the present is just too
great.
A family member wrote me tonight. She
said please write me back so I know you and the kids are okay. She
said she watched my blog because she knew as long as I was posting, we were
okay. So I sat down and wrote this.
Tonight we are okay.

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