Posted by:
Breeze
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Date: June 03, 2017 02:38AM
This evening, I was lying on the cool grass, watching my little grandchild play with the dog, with the setting sun shining onto her curly hair like a halo, and thinking that this moment--and so many other moments like this--are what life is all about, for me. All my life, I wanted children, more than anything else. Everything was for them--my education, my career to support them, my absolute devotion--so I would always be there for them. I had a lot of adversity. I had been tortured and beaten as a child, and I always had to overcome my terrors, and the sense of isolation, that comes with PTSD. I had a brief temple marriage to thug who beat me, and after 14 months and many ER visits, I divorced him, and got all the blame for being "flighty." I married an old boyfriend, whom I thought had finally grown up, but he had not. We had children, and after that, I got an incurable disease, which will caused me pain, for the rest of my life. My husband abandoned us, completely, and has remained a stranger to us all, ever since. I worked very long, hard hours at my career. The Mormon cult didn't approve of single divorced working mothers (or any other females, for that matter), and the cult members bullied me, and abused my children. When my children and I left the cult together, our lives changed dramatically.
I know what you mean by wanting "concessions." I think this will be a good thing for you to do, Cludgie. There are many ways to do it, as other posters suggested. Aren't you married? You might not want to leave your wife for months at a time, but you could take short jaunts to visit destinations here in the USA. Make a hobby out of finding deals, collecting sky miles, etc. Look into getting time shares. Traveling in America is safer than most other places, right now. Ireland sounds wonderful--so go there, but for a couple of weeks, and not 6 months. Then, you can go to Italy too, for a couple of weeks. Go both places!
I have had much, much more than "concessions" for being tortured in the cult, and all the other awful things. When I feel good, I go on short trips, usually to the California coast, where I used to live. I visit my brother in Seattle, and another brother who lives in Sonoma. We have also been on side trips together, to Canada, Catalina Island, Yellowstone (to stay at our relatives' ranches near there), and New England. We've been to San Diego a few times, as it is less expensive than San Francisco and New York--but we had to go there, too. We drive, mostly, and fly and rent a car, if it's too far. This is how it's been for us--about two trips a year, with whoever of our kids wanted to come along.
I'm not yet retired, but I feel I have more than made up for the lost time in church meetings and rehearsals, and doing both the mother's and the father's jobs, and working all day and coming home and lying in bed in pain, until the next day of having to do it all again. Tonight was one of those nights with no pain at all.
If you learn to steal the moments, you will find joy. Learn to love solitude. After a bad day, I take off up the canyon with my dog, for a while. People like to go fishing, golfing, camping, canoeing. My son and his family likes those razor vehicles. We share a cabin up in Brighton.
My point is--I'm getting all this wonderful pay-back time, right here in Utah! My children all live within a few blocks of me, so I get to see them all the time. I can also help out. I still work, and won't retire for several years. I do volunteer work for research for the disease I have. Great improvements have been made in treating the condition, and in managing the pain.
It was especially fun to take back time--and money--from that hoax cult. Not one more dime! We won't do business with Mormons, because they pay tithing to support that cult. So, of course we don't go to City Creek Mall. We don't go see the Christmas lights on Temple Square (we know of places much more Christmassy than that). Like Cludgy, we don't go to Provo or Orem. My kids had to play some sports on the BYU campus, and they hated going there. Funny, that we have the same consessions as Cludgie, and we live right here in SLC.
Sorry to ramble. I feel that the kids and I made our statements, had our rebellion, enjoyed pay-back, kept our "concessions", while happily living in Utah. It can be done!