One chapter ends……a new one is left to be written.

The air is cool and crisp in my tiny uptown apartment, I shiver a little as I put my feet on the floor. Rubbing cullen’s fuzzy little head, grabbing my phone I look at the date it’s October 22nd, 2010. I grab the bottle of baby aspirin, pop one and chase it down with water, looking in my fridge I grab an apple and head out to Calhoun with Cullen. Today is the one year anniversary of my Pulmonary Embolism and infarction. A day to be thankful for, so many doctors have told me I shouldn’t be alive, but here I am. I’m not sure why God chose me to save that day, but he did.

As I walked around the lake the memories of that day started rolling across my mind. I remember driving to work the pain was bare able at first, I just ignored it, and kept on driving. Soon the pain went from annoying to extreme, still I didn’t worry, and kept driving. Then my arm felt numb, it felt like someone was choking me, I could barely breath. I made it to Lexington parkway and decided to head back to wood bury. I do not remember that drive to woodwinds some how by the grace of God I made it. Once there I collapsed in the security guards arms, next thing I knew I came to with a nurse telling me he was going to cut my clothes off. I had wires coming from everywhere and heard the beep beep if the monitors. They were sending me to CT, and there it was a blood clot in my lung blocking the main valve to my heart. I was in serious trouble. They went to work, surgery wasn’t an option, as it may push the clot through my heart and into my brain. I was given a high dose of Heprin via iv, clot busters were injected, pain meds were given at my command, and I would be staying for a while. This would mark the first day of the worst year of my life. God he really through me for a loop this year. Yet I am thankful that it happened because with out the pain, I would have never of danced.

One would think having your wife almost die on you would strengthen your marriage. In away it did, yet Scott wouldn’t give up his “life style” for me. He never learned to cherish me and the time we had. He finally decided that we should have a baby, yup he decided it was time, when the clot was gone from my lung, we would start trying. We found out after Christmas that the clot had dissolved and started trying for a little bear if our own.

In April we found out we were expecting, I was over joyed and thought this was my calm after the storm. Yet this was another storm that I would weather with strength and grace, little bear died in May. I had created life, yet god took it away. This took some soul searching on my part. I blamed myself for the longest time, I thought I wasn’t good enough or fit enough to be a mom in gods eyes. Yet one day it dawned on me, there was nothing I could do to prevent it, I can’t change it, and nothing no matter how much I prayed and wished would bring little bear back. I am still a mom, my baby is just in heaven and one day I’ll see him.

Blood clots, child loss what else could god chuck at me. I had a few car accidents and the prius got broken into. I felt like this cloud was hovering over me, that god had a personal vendetta against me. I thought I was on his official “shit list” because bad stuff kept on occurring. On top of this bad luck my marriage was fading, I was in love with a man who would never love me or want me. Some would tell you my marriage was over before we said I do.

I met a new friend and we were talking one night, he was telling me about his failed marriage and that it went on and on because no one wanted to make the call. He looked at me and said “it all comes down to a judgement call” that’s all I needed to hear. A week later I walked out of my marriage and never looked back. It was hard at first but with each passing day it gets easier.

So in the summer I closed the door on my marriage and ended a friendship. I am glad that I ended both, without doing so I wouldn’t be the woman that I am today. I have reveled in my new found independence, traveled, and got a new dog. Constant chest pain reminds me that this life is a gift worth living.

With the fall came change, I walked away from a job I hated and never looked back. It’s funny every time I face a decision I think of what he said ” it all comes down to a judgement call”, who is gonna call it first. I’ve decided to finish what I started and head to law school. Hey some people buy hummers, others take trips to celebrate their new found freedom after divorce, and well I am applying to law school.

So today closes the door on the worst yet most amazing year of my life. I pray that the next year is filled with blessings and a ton of good luck. No bad thing allowed. I am a survivor, a survivor of a pulmonary embolism with infarction, a mama to a baby in heaven, and a young divorce. I am closing this chapter toasting it with a glass of wine and never looking back, as I have a new chapter to write.

Just a stone along the path

Bless the broken road that lead me to you. You are just a stepping stone along my path, I’ve pocketed the lessons, and tucked away the memories of you. My mom was right she told me not to marry a man that would throw away my dreams and stash me at the bottom of the list. For five years I felt empty, like a failure, because I ditched my own dreams for you, you promised me something better. That something better never came, you just brought me pain and misery.

So now Im left to travel my broken road, you are tucked safely in the past, the mission is clear, the triumph is near. I am going to take my dreams out of the boxes and see them through to the end. Just like a gardner nourishes his tiny seeds until a beautiful flower blooms. I am the gardener of my destiny sewing the seeds of my tomorrows.

The only thing that stands between me and my dreams is a nasty little thing called the LSAT. Strangely I will be taking the test on the day I was suppose to give birth to little bear on December 11th. I think I will take that as a good sign. A sign of hope for a brighter future where all of my dreams are realized.

I learned a valuable lesson: Never give up your dreams for a man, because in the end he will never be worth it.

Reflection

In ten days it will mark one year since my pulmonary embolism, the journey is almost over. October 22 2009 marked the beginning of the worst yet one of the best years of my life.

It’s funny when we are young we think we are invincible, that we are going to live forever and never worry if this day is our last. Our lives can change within seconds and every second counts because it could be your last.

There are moments where I am angry, moments where I mourn the life I use to lead, and then there are days where I revel in the sun. I try not to think about the fact that this could have been prevented if only the doctor at Alina would have listened to me and did a simple blood test. Yet on the same coin, I wouldn’t be the woman I am today if I hadn’t been brought to the brink of death and back. I will be forever in debt to the staff at Woodwinds health campus and Dr Anderson, with out him and his quick thinking I wouldn’t be here today. I am eternally grateful for this second chance at life, grateful to be that one out of six who survived.

Loneliness closes in like the darkness over takes a room

There are days where I long to hear the laughter of a child and the crazy barking of my three amazing dogs. Days where I wish I would step on a Lego trip over a transformer all while yelling at Nylan to clean his room or eat his dinner. Days where I miss coming home to a smiling child and a somewhat loving husband. But then I remember that is in the past and I need to move on.

I come home each day to a quite uptown apartment where my muppet like dog eagerly greets me. He doest bark, he just runs around in silent excitement that his mama is home. It’s funny my schedule use to revole around a six year old, a home, and my husband. Now it’s just me, me and Cullen. I no longer have to beg a kid to go to the store with me, worry about dinner or if everyone has clean clothes to wear. I guess this is life after motherhood.

I spent five years of my life being a wife to Scott and a mother to my step son. I’ve had to learn how to be alone, to be single, and exsist. I’ve lost friends mostly married ones, gone are my days of play dates and mommy’s night out. Those are long gone. I am grateful for the friends who have stayed and the new ones i’ve made, they’ve taught me it’s ok to feel lonely at times.

Loneliness creeps in like darkness taking over a room. There are moments where I wish I had someone around. Days where I wake up freezing and roll over realizing I only have my fuzzy dog to keep me warm. I miss the snuggles and late night giggles. The inside jokes that only your spouse understands. But then I remember why I left and feel determined to move forward to find my new mr man. Right now I kind of like being a little lonely, it reminds me to keep my heart open for some day love will fill the room instead of the darkness. Because in the end love conquers all!

Leaping without a place to land

Quiting = Admitting Failure.

I have never quit anything in my life with out a plan to land on. On Friday I walked a way from a no win situation. I hate my job at the firm, collections wasn’t my thing, in felt bad for some of the folks, and questioned the process to much. I still don’t think it’s right to sue an 85 year old person for $1,000.00. just because the client wants us to proceed on more accounts. In this case the beauty of the law is twisted and distorted to suit the needs of the greedy. True, there are folks who run debts up on purpose and bow out when it’s time to pay……those folks deserve to be collected on. It’s just that whole industry made me feel dirty and horrible about kicking folks when they were down.

So on Friday they brought me in to H R and gave me a line of crap. They almost made me cry, it was a warning that I was going to be fired with in the coming weeks. I went back to my cube looked around and said to myself “Bear you hate this job, you hate having to walk on egg shells and well it’s time to hand in your chips and cash out.” my supervisor was surprised when I quit, he really didn’t know what to think and eellike Kirsten was pissed that she didn’t get the glory of shouting your fired. That’s right I beat both of you to the punch.

I cried a little in the elevator mostly because I was revealed that I didn’t have to work at the firm anymore. But a little because I was scared shitless and was now caught with my big girl pants half down. My family was glad that I quit and asked me why I hadn’t quit sooner.

So now I’ve joined the hundreds of unemployed workers. I think I’ll be all right. I have faith that a job is just around the corner and that my faith will see me through.

The dating game

I’ve dusted of my shoes, put on cute outfits and have stepped back into the dating world. It’s weird going on dates when you are a divorcee. Some men assume you are looking for a quick way into marriage and single dads flock to you. I vowed never again to put a child through divorce. It was hard on Nylan and mostly it’s hard to walk away from a child you may never get to see again. I am not ruling single dads out, I am sure you are all great, it’s just I can’t do it again, the pain was to hard to bare.

I’ve met some great guys over the past couple of months, some are best left as friends and others fall to the wind. I’ve had dates filled with great conversations and others filled with awkward moments of silence. I just keep reminding myself roll the dice and move your thimble on the board. If it doesn’t turn out, you can always go back to start and roll again and again until you find go.

I was pleasantly surprised recently. I committed a girlfriend no no. But since I am not on speaking terms with this girl I thought what the hell i’ll go for it. I had to remind myself to not form an opinion based on what she had told me prior. I did this once before and my assumption was so far off, it wasn’t funny. Anyways I informed said date about this 9 degrees of separation. He said she wasn’t memorable, with that out of the way we met up for drinks that evening. I tell you some days Minneapolis is to small. I was pleasantly surprised, he wasn’t at all like she had described, he was very polite and darn right fantastic. Finally some one who is more deaf than me!

I don’t know where this is going, but I am going to keep moving my thimble across the board and play this game out. If it ends, it ends. At least I enjoyed the journey, picked up my thimble and went back to start.

Living and thriving on my own

For the first time in my 27 years on this planet I am on my own. I don’t count living in a dorm or having a bed in a sorority house as living on my own. I’ve always had someone whether it be my x husband or my parents looking out for me, making sure my bills were paid, and that I had everything I could need or want.
I am living in an apartment for the first time ever. It was an adjustment going from a 3,000 sq ft home to an 850 sq ft apt, but I’m making it work. I’ve come to learn it’s easier to clean, yet if something breaks I have no idea how to fix it. But I’m learning, my friends are showing me the ropes and I think I am a quick study. I’ve even learned how to check my oil too. Quite impressive for me, I’d say.
At first when I got a divorce, I was a fraid of the unknown, I had no plan or a place to land. I just knew I had to break free, no woman deserves to go through what I did. My single life started out a little erough, I still don’t understand the whole situation, nor do I think I ever will. But that situation helped me see a friends true colors, well needless to say I don’t speak to them any more. I haven’t spoken to my FWB in a while either. Oh well such is life, men come and go, some leave an impression on us, others fade like the wind.
I also managed to get sick. Nothing shocks you back into reality like a good health scare. Leave it to the mayo to figure it out and put me back together again. So I am healing and thriving, and thankfully I am still capable of having children. Yay!
I’m slowly easing my way into the dating scenic, I’ve been on a few and I’ve forgotten how much a first date is like a job interview. It’s funny having to say “yes, i am divorced” on a first date. But, hey who isn’t divorced these days right.
Speaking of interviews I am working on my law school applications. An I am super psyched that I do not have to retake the LSAT, I don’t think I could pull a perfect 180 out of my ass again. I am a late bloomer, but I am ready to go now and to show the law community how awesome i am. After all do you know the correlation between abortion and slavery? I do:)
I am excited for what the future has in store for me. Greatful for my true friends who know, love, and push me to become better. I’ve lost a few along the way, but they were only meant to be in my life for a short while. Two gals catering is taking off and my pure romance divas have been a life line of support. So I can honestl say that living on my own isn’t so bad, I am thriving and surviving. Go bear go:)

9 degrees of separation

It’s funny how life goes and how we realize the importance of 9 degrees of separation. The other day I was talking with a friend and he was telling me about this girl who turns out I knew two people that knew her. An well that was drama all on it’s own. I was given one side of the story and was told that this girl was crazy. Well maybe she is or maybe she’s not. I have never met her so I am not one to judge. So I heard two sides to this story, two different perspectives on who this woman is. So instead of making a decision based on their opinions I took to the web and read her blog.
An from her blog she sounds like a strong and amazing single mother. If I met her I would probably like her, which would not sit well with one of my friends. But that’s life you can’t please everyone or listen to everything you hear. You have to form your own opinions about people and well for me, I like this girl.

Independence Day…….

Today is July 4th, today is the day I am moving all of my stuff out of my suburban home and taking it to the city. Today I am taking my independence back. This is my first holiday alone, my first one as a singleton in five years. I won’t get to see the joy on Nylans facenas he watches the fire works explode in the sky or his excitement when they are shot off in his driveway. There be no BBQ this year, there will be no hand holding or dogs cowering I fear as the loudest boom rolls across the sky.
It’s a day filled with tears and joy, a day I will remember. As my friends gather at the red house to help me put my life In boxes, dry my tears, and help me sort though the memories of the pastmfive years. I am only taking Freckles with me, leaving Mystra and Hazel to help Scott cope with the fact that he realized his wrongs a little to late as he watches the best thing that ever happened to him walk out that door one last time.
Today I am taking my indendance back! Divorce isn’t an end, it’s a beautiful begining!

You will always be my son…….

Nylan,
Right now you don’t understand why I left you and your dad. I can just hope that some day your dad tells you the truth and that you can lean from his mistakes. Just know that I stayed married to your dad because of you. I gave it my all, I did everything I could to make it work, because I wanted you to have a home and a family.
I loved you from the moment I saw you and knew that I was brought into this world to raise you as my own. I did everything that a mother should do, even you said yourself that I was more of a mom to you than your real mom. I love you and will always love me with all of my heart.
I kept the sinking ship going so that you could have a home, a place to call your own, and a family that loved you. I am sorry that you saw us fight, that you saw my tears, but just know that you were my only source of joy I had. I would count Down the days until your next visit, longed for summer to come. Your face would light up with joy, your eyes filled with wonder, as you explored the world around you. We baked, we played, we shopped, we explored, these are the happy times I will always remember. I just hope that when you are old you will find comfort in the memories I helped you build.
Your dad doesn’t want me to see you again, if I could I would, you were my life, my beautiful boy, you were my life, being a mother defined me. I just thank god that I got to be apart of it, though our time together was short, know that you were not the reason I walked away, it was easy to walk away from your dad, but it hurt like hell to walk away from you.
Nylan I love you today, tomorrow, and always. May God treat you king, and bring you everything you deserve in this world!
Love
Nannie