Three little things.

Three little things you may not know about me.

1• I use to believe that answers could be found in a bottom of a bottle.
Now I learnt/believe that not every question is answerable.

2• I’ve spent my life believing that I’m just not good enough, that I will never will be.
Now I can see that no one is perfect and that’s ok, that none perfect is actually perfect. That Perfection is in our little quirks.

3• I truly, wholeheartedly, believe that, we humans are all, one soul inhabiting two bodies and that you can only truly, fully be complete on finding the missing part of you!

Too much love to lock away

My friends have always told me that I have too much Love to lock away.
So when I was given the opportunity to look after my two cousins boys, one that I’ve had living with me for a good few years now and the other who moved in with me a just over a year ago, I never thought I could love them in a way their mother could.

Growing up in a loveless relationship with my step father, a hate hate relationship, a battle of wills and the hardship of a catholic following.
We really couldn’t stand to be in the same room and when we had no other option but to be, fear ran through me constantly, the fear of the belt across my bare bum or legs. Fear the maybe there was some truth, that his relationship with his so called god, has dictated how sorrowful my life has been.
He really did put the fear of god into me.
So growing up with such strong beliefs and what seemed like proof that you could only truly love your own child, has consumed my thoughts since before my Marly-Kate came into the world.
Her blood father was/is a waste of space, he has never had time or love for her but in truth I wasn’t and still am not that bothered, he was/is better off out of our lives.
I tried though to do the right thing, giving him more opportunities than I should have, to be part of her life.
It ended the way I thought it would, with not even a birthday card on her birthday. No contact at all. It’s the best way, I just hope she understands that she is better off without him.
Having no real male roll model in her life, isn’t how I wanted it but I’m thankful to say she knows no other way. She idolises her Grandfather Joe and her cousins and she’s happy with the love and friendship they give her.
She doesn’t go without love and to me that’s all that matters.
And she’s more than happy to low two, that we don’t need a man around.
She’s growing up to be a very strong willed incredible character and I’m so proud that the two of us have mastered that between us.

Anyway getting back to it.
So when my cousins boys came to live with me, fear ran deep that I couldn’t and wouldn’t be all they needed, that I wasn’t good enough for them, that I couldn’t open up my heart and let them truly in.
In truth it’s been hard at time especially when the shit hit the fan throughout GCSEs and panic attacks that tested us all to our limits.
It’s so very hard to watch a child crumble under the pressure and the need he felt to better himself.
No amount of words could console him in those moments. His anger would boil over and shit got real for a good hour or so.
But he got through it with a lot of support and love, love I thought I was incapable of giving him.
Those tricky moments only made our connection, our friendship and our bond grow. And even through in truth my heart is still very much broken, it aches with a different kind of ache.
An ache of true pride and love.

So can you truly love someone else’s child as they are your own?
I believe wholeheartedly that you can, because these two souls who entered Marlys and my home, when their lives were shaken to the core, have stolen (willingly) a piece of my heart.
The day they pack their bags and go their own way (uni is the plan for one, the other well he is content in staying with Marly and I until I guess he finds his soul mate and leaves to start a new life full of a different and wonderful kind of love) my heart will hurt the same as any mothers would.
love to me has taken on a different meaning.

These pages

Life has taken me on many different roads of discovery over the last few years.
I’ve learnt so much about myself, my character, my dreams, my understanding, but most of all about my will power.
You see, this space right here has been my run to, for when I needed to let all my sadness and happiness out.
It has been my safe place, a place where I felt I could express my deepest feelings and all those emotions that swirl continually around my head. A place I could truly show how very broken my heart and soul was/is.
A place I could grow, a place I could reflect and a place I could have/find a voice.
An unknown place. The place I needed to survive when trying desperately to heal.

Out of the blue, it dawned on me that maybe it wasn’t a good idea, that maybe it was holding me back from healing and moving on.

So with a heavy, shattered heart, I stepped away and took a break from my safety net.
I had to try and find inner peace and learn to communicate with the people who were wanting to support me in my darkest and longest years of my life.

So that’s where I’ve been.
I’m been trying my up most to heal, to learn to trust and open up. To find comfort in friendship and family.

But in truth, I didn’t do as well as I should.
I’ve become a closed book, that’s locked out every emotion, every feeling and every connection that I once filled these pages with.

In the smallest of ways it’s helped me but also failed me.
Instead of owning and dealing with all that I feel, I push it all down, smile and continue on.

And even though I’m in control of the hectic life I live, a life that’s pretty pleasant and mostly happy (we all have those moments that we want to scream blue murder) I’m not sure if stepping away has really done me any good at all!!!
Is it better to write it out and own those emotions or push them deep down and never deal with what I’m feeling.

I guess the next few weeks, even months will tell as to how much I once more fill these pages.

That dream

When a dream is so very vivid, all your years of soul searching and extremely emotional hard work, comes crashing down around you and you are left once again a shell of the person you once were.

And even though you were never completely fixed because a soul so broken can’t ever be as it once was, you’ve just learnt to somehow adapt to life as it is now.

But that dream, that breathtaking love filled dream, felt so real, was the most beautiful and incredible feeling you have felt since you’re heart and soul were smashed into a trillion pieces.

That’s dream along with its destruction, was worth it, so, so very worth it. 💗

Valentine

Today isn’t the only day you should show that you love someone. 
The other 364 days of the year are equally as important.
Tell your partners, your children, family members, and close friends you love them as often as you can, life is short and we never know what’s round the corner.

And if you can longer be with your one true love, whisper

“I Love You”

And hopefully somehow  they will know that you still do.