Licking My Wounds, the Legion

This is another continuation post.  I know... it's getting old to not get the whole thing all at once.  This is the last one that is specifically part of the whole story of the Can in the Bag and all that jazz.  I highly recommend starting at the post in which I began to tell about this particular dead body and then mosy on over the the subsequent postS.

Perhaps this is the point!  Maybe my whole life I've been prepared to become Monster Girl!??  I mean, it's not been a bad thing.  Ever since I had the idea for FrankenMonster Marriage I knew I simply must be called Monster Girl here.  And I felt really quite liberated and powerful in a joyfully peaceful way.

But for weeks before knowing I needed to start this blog and become Monster Girl in my heart, I experienced pain more on than off.  And it has continued since, just not in the unmanageable and daily tearful way of the early days... before the empowerment of accepting my monsterness.  I literally cried every day for at least a week.  My poor kiddos. They tried so hard to do things to help me feel better.  They really are my gems!

It hurt so bad I wanted to hurt the outside of me to alleviate the inside pain.  I actually wanted to cut my hair off (bald) after pulling it out sufficiently.  I'm telling you what I wanted to do.  I didn't do it.  My hair is one of my few "pretty" physical attributes.  It is down to my butt, brown and is the only thing about my physical appearance that people ever compliment.  I'm really totally okay with that... it being the only thing peeps compliment... but it's also something about which I feel an attachment... I feel able to sort of hide in my hair.  And I just wanted to pull it out and cut it off to hurt me after I found my husband watching porn.

In addition to the hair pulling and cutting... I wanted to cut myself.  I've NEVER understood that behavior before.  I do now.  All I wanted to do was cut my skin and watch the blood roll down and hope that some of the pain inside would roll out of me with it.  Yes, I do realize this sorta really doesn't make any sense... but this is how I felt!!!  I didn't do, but I sure wanted to.

'Surely,' I thought and still feel, 'I'm hideous even with my hair.  Elsewise, he would not seek to view another naked woman instead of coming to me who lay a short walk down the hall.  Yes, I'm hideous.  My husband has proved it to me.  He would rather obtain an erection by watching another female than being with me.'  These and other horrible thoughts have run through my mind and tormented me as a result of finding my husband watchin porn.  Writing poetry about these feelings really helped.  I'm gunna share one next time.  I hope you like it a little.  It's raw me... not lovely, but really real.  And safe... cause I don't think cursing is helpful... it requires more energy and thought to describe in productive ways than to hurl curses regardless of the medium, in my opinion, anyway.

I still feel repulsive.  And we have had sex since all this went down.  I might, in a few moments during and/or immediately after the act, feel some bits of acceptance and attractiveness... but it goes away super fast.  I feel tremendous shame.  How could I not be enough for my man?  For surely, THAT is the problem.  I'm not enough.  I'm not pretty enough, sexy enough, smart enough, thin enough...  I'm not enough so he clicked into a movie to watch others have sex.  Never mind that I am totally available and waiting to have intercourse....

It's just too much.  There are all these thoughts and feelings and trying to express them doesn't convey the profound nature of the turmoil.  Words just fall short of capturing the essence and extent of how this has impacted my psyche.

I'll keep trying because I feel compelled to do so, but right now I need a break.  However, I do consider this the official end post to the Saga of the Cat and the Bag.  K?  I hope you feel some sense of completion herein.

REMEMBER:
If you know who I am, shhhh.  I need to live in anonymity.  Monster Girls like me prefer to hide in the dark because we are so very hideous.

To Build a Home

I have not been successful in building up my home lately.  I have been trying to get out of the funk and get back to focusing rightly, but I have to tell you, it's been nigh on impossible.  There are many reasons for this, which I will be sharing in future posts (I'm still trying to share the basics and just can't deal with it all at once, for crying out loud!).

There is a scripture that says something about a wise woman building up her home while a foolish one tears it down with her own hands.  I don't, honest to Father God, know which I am.  I'm trying to be wise, but my husband takes everything I say - regardless of tone of voice - as the other!  I know who I'm trying to be, but if my efforts are not perceived as they are intended... I'm not succeeding somewhere.  *sigh*

So... I'm trying to get things more balanced.  Instead of spending all my time looking for a job I can work from home, I'm trying to get some cleaning and grocery shopping in, too.  I'm so thankful that our pantry has been well supplied because our fridge was almost empty until today!  That made it possible for me to do some cleaning with greater ease, though.

This may seem small and silly, but I don't get enough time all at once to clean the fridge really well.  So, I decided to do what I could do.  I got a small-ish rag wet and left it on the difficult spots until I opened the fridge again later.  Doing that throughout the day enabled me to get my fridge really quite clean... Then I had a few minutes all together while I was waiting for Beauty Man to get home from work and I used that time to wash the bottom shelf (which, if that comes out the drawers must come out, too).  So, now a good bit of the fridge is all sparkley!  Yeay  for the bits that can get done throughout a day!

Next time, I think (hopefully Friday), I'll finish dealing with the Cat coming out of the bag.  ;)

Fun Reading Petaining to the Theory of Relativity

This post is specially compiled to jump from the little * next to THEORY OF RELATIVITY on the post: The Cat Runs Away posted March 6, 2012.  I am back dating this post so as to hide it for jumping purposes.

Rudolf Steiner's fun with Einstein's theory.

Stanford's Encyclopedia of Philosophy: Being and Becoming in Modern Physics

Early Philosophical Interpretations of General Relativitiy

MIT stuff

Fun to read.