Friday, December 26, 2014

Feels so Good in this Fortress

  1. Personal boundaries are guidelines, rules or limits that a person creates to identify for themselves what are reasonable, safe and permissible ways for other people to behave around him or her and how they will respond when someone steps outside those limits.

    Holidays are warm and wonderful but can also make dysfunctional dynamics shine brighter and hotter.

    I am thankful we have found our boundaries, really we've built a fortress. It feels so good. We have willfully removed anyone causing stress in our lives from our castle and locked it down. Sure it can be uncomfortable and upsetting; nothing compared to taking control of our lives like this.

    Jo has 100% responsibility for her children; they have not been bonded to Jason since he announced he'd had enough and Jo started a war, forcing her children to bear the biggest scares. They are beyond the point of no return...Jason did everything possible and is at peace saying goodbye. 

    With no more Jo, Peter has no way of knowing anything. Good bye Peter.

    Good bye to anyone with ill intentions.

    It did get worse before it got better. Who knew Jo would wrap herself in evil and execute a plan which could only be derived from the depths of hell. 

    Behind the safety and security of these clearly defined stone walls my mind and soul are free again.

    Warren is in the back seat of our very manly truck laying on two of our three dogs. We have to get back home so father and son can go on an overnight camping/hunting trip....The temperature is dropping..... We'll need to get some groceries before we go home....I love the way Jason is rubbing my leg right now....we keep smiling at each other....wonder what I'll do while the boys are gone....




Tuesday, December 9, 2014

It's been a while....

Hands down, this past year was the worst and the best of times for both Jason and me. This summer was the worst in either of our lives....and that's why I've had to put pen and paper down for a while. I need to have a semi-peaceful life in order to open the painful doors to write my story. 

Jason's sons have become so violent he had to abate parental contact to protect Warren and me. Their acute violent behaviors are beyond our abilities and facilities. Peter of course sides with Jo stating, in writing, that I am targeting a teenage boy that is hurting his own son. Unbelievable once again. Police detectives would disagree and have. So much has happened I am breaking my book into two parts: "The Cobra (Sociopath): Part I" and "The Pit bull (Borderline): Part II." After this summer Jo has earned herself a book. I can't put everything in this blog, but every detail will be in the books. And as my cousin said after our literal knock down drag out, "nothing is my fault." And "my 'stories' are not believable." Oh no, I was, at times, a horrible person. I was pushed to the edge of sanity once again and triggered to nearly the point of no return. It was not pretty. I was not pretty. It was that bad. I will be writing all the raw and dark parts. I could not make up what happened this past summer. It was simply a nightmare. I'm so glad I'm awake now. Jason and I are breathing deeply once again and Warren...what a lovely young man. We love him so much.