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Lost on the IF Highway

A bump in the road… October 9, 2011

Filed under: Just Life,Marriage,Spiritual — Lost on the IF Highway @ 3:09 PM

Well, I have royally screwed up this time.  M found out about the blog, and in doing so, he found out that I was still hiding things about my past…  This isn’t the first time my past came back to bite me in the ass.  Last year, he found out I had hid the truth about a guy I slept with right before he and I met.  And I’ve hidden guy friends from him before too (ones I didn’t sleep with).  It’s really hard to explain and probably even harder to understand….

In a nutshell, I grew up “in church” – Pentecostal.  There, I had a list of rules and a whole bunch of people dictating who I was and telling me exactly how to live my life.  When I moved away to the city for college, I lost control. I went really wild.  I slept around, drank (a lot), and even tried drugs.  I never wanted M to know any of that. By the time I moved back home (about a year before M and I started dating), I needed a fresh start. I wanted to leave my old life behind so I went back to church looking for someone to tell me it would be alright and hand me a list of rules that would help me feel whole again.  It didn’t work out that way. I was shunned, and there was no one willing to be my conscience anymore. I had to figure it out on my own, and it wasn’t easy.  I made some mistakes along they way.  When I finally let M into my life, that nagging feeling of emptiness and confusion finally left.  It’s not like meeting him helped me to figure it all out, but M gave me a reason to live. He made me want to be a better person, and he gave me a vision of how good my life could be.  From that point on, I wanted to just forget my past had ever happened.  I wanted to walk away from that part of my life, erasing it from my past. All I could think about was moving forward in my life, with M by my side.  It’s like repentance.  When you repent to God, He throws your sins in the sea of forgetfulness – He forgets your sins and you can start over as if they never happened.  That’s what I wanted for my life, and until recently I thought I was almost there – at the point where my past was gone and all I had to worry about was my future.

I was wrong. For some reason, the guilt of my past just got to be too much one day last month and  I published a post about how I felt my past was why we couldn’t have a baby. I was afraid I was being punished for my past, and for not telling M all about it.  I got distracted yesterday while tinkering with the features on the blog and left myself logged in. M came home and found it, and he not only read it, but he misunderstood some of what I said.  I told him the one story that I had been hiding all these years, about a night that I snorted some crushed up pills at a party and (could have) slept with someone, but I don’t really remember anything that happened after I did the pills.  He doesn’t believe that’s all there is to the story, with good reason.  This isn’t the first time I’ve hidden things from him.  It was my most shameful memory, mostly because of  the drugs and who I was with.  Don’t get me wrong, I was a slut back in the day, but my 8 people is not near as bad as some people.  However, this particular guy in this particular setting seemed (to me) to be the worst possible thing I could ever admit to.  That’s why it was the only thing I had left to hide from my husband.  Granted, I don’t even remember a huge chunk of the things I did when I lived in the city.  There were way too many crazy parties and way too much alcohol, but it would take me a lifetime to tell the story of every party and every stupid thing I did.  I didn’t think that was necessary.  I already knew when I got with M that he would never stay with me if he knew everything, and at the time, I didn’t think the past was important.  I am not that girl anymore. I know who I am now. I know what I want, and I don’t want that lifestyle.  I don’t want to be that person.  I thought I could move on with M in my life and forget about all of that.  It’s this damn baby issue that even brought it all out to begin with, the feeling that I’m barren because I’m being punished for my past.

M is really hurt, and he’s really mad about the blog, not that I had a blog as much as the fact that I hid it from him. I know we will work this out, because our love is stronger than this.  M is an amazing man with a huge heart.  I know he deserves better. I’m just trying really hard to be what he needs.  I’ve fought with those feelings of inadequacy for so long, and this definitely does not help.  I know I’ll never be as good as him, as good as he deserves.  That’s why I hid my past from him to begin with.  All I’ve ever wanted is for my past to go away so we can be happy together.  I wish he could understand that the girl I was and the woman I am are two different people.  The hardest part is that I can’t change the things that have already happened.  Hell, I can’t even remember everything that happened back then, much less change it.

I hope this doesn’t hurt our chances of participating in the BeeFertile study.  I’m not sure what will happen with the blog. That’s up to M, I suppose, but we really, really need help conceiving and this is our last chance.  We’ll still be able to send emails to BeeFertile to track our progress… Rain, Autumn, & Jackie -thank you for keeping up with me. I will find you on your blogs and let you know how to reach me if you want to stay in touch, just in case I have to stop the blog.

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2 Responses to “A bump in the road…”

  1. Jackie Says:

    It’s so tragic that you have not been able to forgive yourself for your past. I know it’s hard, I’m not judging you for it. We all have our past and even when we think we’ve accepted it, something will always happen to bring it back. I don’t know your views on therapy, but I think perhaps it would be a good time to get some of those feelings sorted out with a professional, whether through a psychologist or through the church (Even if you aren’t insured, many therapists will take you on a sliding fee scale if you ask). I know therapy has been a huge help for me – I wouldn’t recommend it otherwise. Please don’t think I’m trying to say you’re crazy – if you are, then I am too! lol.
    I am not religious, I do not know anything about the Pentecostal church or your personal beliefs in it. But I do not believe that you are being punished. Biology is what it is, and it may not even be you at all. Until you’ve been tested, it’s hard to say. I also don’t feel that you were any worse than most people during your wild years. Again, we all make mistakes, but you learned from yours. Isn’t that what’s important? Your past helped make you into a devoted wife and a good hardworking woman who is trying to live life without hurting anyone. It probably took your mistakes, and realizing that the crazy life isn’t what you want, to make you realize that M and your marriage and a family are your calling.
    I do hope that the BeeFertile study works out for you. I know what it’s like to feel as though you’re thisclose and have something happen to ruin it, and I don’t want to see you go through that. You absolutely deserve to be a mom, and I know you’ll be a great one. I also hope you can continue to blog. If not, it has been great “meeting” you, and I hope you can keep in touch!

    • Thank you, Jackie. I appreciate your comments and thank you for following me. It seems that we are going to try to work things out. M will probably never trust me 100% again, but just as I said, we love each other. Sometimes that’s all that matters. I hope BeeFertile will still consider us.


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