Then there was the time that I lost the game for us. I was up to bat and still sucked at it. I don't know if I ever got good. But there was a lot of pressure from both teams of what to do. To swing or not to swing. Both teams were yelling at me. Voices coming from every where of what to do. And who did I listen to? Not my team, not my friends, not my coach. I listened to the opposing team. I listened in essence to the enemies. I realized Thursday what that means. I didn't trust those people who had me in their care. I don't think it was "them", (the people on my team that I didn't trust), but the main adults in my life. I'll leave it at that for the reader to figure it out.
Or maybe I was just stupid. Just not mature enough intellectually yet, or maybe both? But that is how it's been really. I've been afraid to trust God, because of what he would or would not give me. I got over that pre-marriage, but I'm trying to figure it out now, not knowing what words, what blessings, what promises to still put trust in or what to ignore and lay aside. Lay it aside because I screwed up and screwed up badly, altering the course of my life.
It's sad really to be at this place at 40. But all I can do is to keep on keeping on and work on getting out of this mess that has me crying at strange times due to strange memories, because I can't compartmentalize. It's all related, all tied together. What's happening now, with what happened at 15. I just want it to go away. To be saved from this all. But even the financial salvation would still leave me with me and he questions of WHO am I? and What is my life's mission? Am I a failure? A looser? If not, show me. Show me how not to be. And please make it easy, because it's been so hard and sometimes I want to throw in the towel, and not try anymore. I want to give up. But I don't because I have too much knowledge. And that is what keeps me here, trying, going to church, teaching the kids in Sunday School, trying to pray and to read my scriptures. Hoping that the cloud will clear and the light of who I am will shine through and I will find that I am valuable and there was a purpose to this. A REAL purpose. More than just consequences. Is that possible? Is it possible to feel real after a divorce? To feel real when there is no one love in your life? To feel real when you are single and most often alone?