Could you forgive and forget?

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We all have challenges to face in life. Some are wonderful ones that we keep as long treasured memories, others are stressful and I consider these challenges as ‘Learning Curves” to try and better understand people around us.

I have written in the past about domestic abuse. That this effects not only women but men too. I wrote about this as: Abused men When relationships turn bad. I wrote that post because I was thinking about my husband. In some of the posts I have shown us having fun at events or the Christmas in New York. I have even added some of his poetry, which many of you have loved and which he’s trying to turn into songs, putting music to them with his guitar. He turned to poetry and music to vent his past. He was in a 25 year abusive marriage. His wife is addicted to pain medications and alcohol. I say is because sadly she has been in and out of Detox facilities and Rehabs over the last ten years, never completing a rehab because she always had an enabling boyfriend, her relationship was a long one, roughly… 18 years by our calculations. My husband finally left 10 years ago, after pleading with her to stop seeing this man… but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to leave her boyfriend but yet she didn’t want my husband to leave either. th_depressed-man-11

Through the alcohol she became violent, very violent. He stills bears the scars where she scratched his face and drew blood. He still bears the emotional scars of her threatening him with a kitchen knife. For him and his children it was a terrible time and when my husband left the home, under the advice of Police, she couldn’t cope. His eldest move out and a year later he gained custody of his youngest. His wife went to live with her boyfriend.

Why am I posting about this today? Simple. Because last week after years of chemotherapy her boyfriend was taken into a hospice. The result of this was his ex-wife tried to commit suicide… again. The second attempt this year. Why? Because she has difficulty facing the future on her own. You see, all the partying, the alcohol etc has had one big side effect – Schizophrenia. She was diagnosed with this 10 years ago and has been on disability because of it since.

People tend to think of the side effects of being an alcoholic is kidney and liver failure – true. Also damage to the brain – true but combine this with other concoctions and you get Schizophrenia.

supporting handsIt is so sad to think that once a while ago this was a vibrant woman and not the one we see now. One we see suffering from auditory hallucinations, paranoid or delusional, disorganized speech and thinking. This illness also brings with it major depression and anxiety disorders. She will hear people not there talking to her. There will be moments where she ‘opts’ out of the current situation and don’t get me wrong this is not like PTSD where the mind crashes but we are fully aware of where we are, we just can’t get the thought processes up and running for a second, like a 2 second computer crash but we are here, no it’s not like that, this for her is a sudden total shut down, like she is asleep, then suddenly she comes back to life. Her speech is mumbled and at times incoherent, sometimes joining in conversations with the family, the next with herself. To make matters worse for her it comes with short term memory loss too.

When I researched it, to try and understand why she does the seemingly crazy things she does it started to become clear. It isn’t but it’s almost akin to Alzheimer’s, but sadly schizophrenics are depressed, very depressed and suicide is usually successful for them. It was for my husbands ex-wife last week but she was in the hospital, in ER and they brought her back. Now people who are supporting her are hoping and praying that she will enter a long rehab facility, at least two years, to become dry, to try and become a functioning member of society who can finally understand herself.Domestic Violence, Domestic Abuse, Pain, Sexual Assault

Usually family and friends desert schizophrenics because they lose patience with them, get angry at them. This leads to many homeless and living on the streets. His ex-wife’s family has deserted her… The only people who haven’t are a couple of her friends, her children and my husband… Let me repeat that last little bit for you, my husband. Even though he has scars from her, memories of her trying to drive them both off a bridge after a hospital visit, the beatings he took, the verbal and mental abuse over the years.

Trust me… He doesn’t forgive nor does he forget but if you needed one man to be there for you in the worst of times as well as the best, he’s there. A true and loyal friend, even when you’re an abusive ex-wife.

Do you think you could support someone like this? Could you? Think about it… Someone who physically tortured, beat and mentally abused you? I’m not sure I could to be honest with mine or maybe I would, because her situation is different to my abusers. I know neither of us hold any ‘ill will’ to her.

If I met my abusers I would still like to poke their eyes out with a wet ferret… Sorry that’s an old Yorkshire saying -  “It’s better than a poke in the eye with a wet ferret!” Seriously… would you want to tackle a wet ferret? No… You wouldn’t…!

Exciting times ahead!

Love, Happiness, Life, Joy

Love is the whisper of joy in the rain

All last week my inspiration went missing and I finally found it again Friday, which was just in time for the weekend! It was a relief as I had a party to go to Saturday night just around the corner of an annual Italian feast. There was the usual fare of zipoles and funnel cakes yum, with wild rides to help keep them down, lol.

I have to say it was afterwards which was the best, sitting around the fire pit. My husband and his old friends from school sharing stories from the past. It was a warm, balmy evening and the only thing missing were fireflies.

Sunday we ventured into NYC. Vin had always wanted to see the Intrepid, a marker he had wanted to cross off his personal ‘bucket list’ It took us 4 hours to make it around the submarine and the aircraft carrier, but he was disappointed Concord was closed. What can I say you win some, you lose some. I told him I had been on one before at a museum and it was like walking through a narrow bus and he hadn’t missed much, he said it wasn’t the point, oh well just tried to help! lol The Shuttle is due to open to the public later in June.

I was feeling good again, taking notes all day for inspiration. We finally ate at the Pig and Whistle. I had read somewhere that they did amazing Irish food of Shepherds pie and fish and chips, though the fish coating tasted a little like Italian breadcrumbs, a tad confusing but still after walking so much it was welcomed and their Irish coffee can kick ass!

We don’t often venture into Midtown, Lower Manhattan usually being our place of choice, but it was fun siting in the square outside Macy’s with coffee in hand watching the world go by as the lights shone brighter against the now twilight sky. It was a fun, relaxing day spent with my best friend. I rode home on the LIRR with excitement and feeling totally renewed and inspired for the week ahead, Yippee!

Then on Monday the storm started to move in, along with a migraine, now it was starting to feel a little like ‘What does a girl have to do to catch a break!’ The pretty rainbow sparkles slowly crept in front of my eyes… and I knew I was ‘toast!’ as Vin says.

I laid down and thought of the past week and felt bad. I hadn’t managed to keep up on reading my friends blogs. I hadn’t edited as much of my second book as I had wanted or written the 3 posts I had set myself to write, even my Facebook and Twitter suffered! RAWR! Not good, not good at all.

But then I remembered the good things that had come out of just chilling; I had managed to send ‘Broken Ring’ to Dennis Golden of the IM-SAFE Institute (www.im-safe.com), who work for women to have the right to go where they want to go and not live in fear. He has kindly offered to read and write a review for me! Happy dance.Domestic violence, abuse, rape, assault

Also, while Vin and I sat on the Town Hall steps Friday evening, in our little village chilling out, we talked about ‘Broken Ring’. Vin suggested that we should have a launch party in NYC. I was aghast! All I could say was “Really?!” He smiled and hugged me saying “Sure and a smaller more intimate one at our coffee shop hang out” We talked about getting posters made of the book cover and balloons in maybe shades of purple (Purple because it signifies abuse, rape and violence) with gold or silver too, with champagne!

How exciting is that?! :)

I also realized then I would have to send out press releases and invites which apparently should include my website… what website? This is my only one other than Facebook and Twitter… hmm… add to list, get a website organized… oh and another thing… a book trailer! Whoa I guess my inspiration came back! Hurray! And with a bang lol.

With Father’s Day coming up on Sunday and 4th July around the corner, editing and polishing my second book, the launch and various other events coming up I know I’m going to have to slow down sometimes and hit the beach too, because what is summer with out the beach!

So as I lay on my bed yesterday as my migraine had persisted, watching the rainbow sparkles in front of my eyes, I suddenly realized enjoy the sparkles because life is going to be too much fun to have time to enjoy them again for a while! lol

I want to say thank you for hanging in there while I disappeared off the map for a week, I’m catching up on friends blogs, Facebook and Twitter today ;)

And thanks Inspiration for coming back!

Just don’t hang out with SubtleKate’s too long again next time!