This week gave me a little glimmer of hope for my kids. Pooh had therapy, to my amazement he spoke again in his words the trauma he experienced when he was in middle school. The therapist worked her magic with comforting words. Honestly, I drew a blank what she said, but plain as day all I can remember is Pooh saying, “I’m confused, trying to forget.”
My heart broke because he was obviously dealing with a lot. But he made such a break through. The therapist let me know he completely understands what’s going on around him but communicating it back is where he struggles.
When we left the office, Pooh must have felt relief because as we went out the door, he yells with his hands in the air, “Wow I did it, I good boy, all feel better.” Regardless of the people walking by and the stares I just smiled and let him have his moment.
Pooh started Summer school, so it was time to figure out what to do for me. It took a couple of days to come up with something good. I wanted to make it out of the ordinary, and with Pooh’s breakthrough, a tattoo seemed like a perfect idea. Husbands or boyfriends may walk away, but I will always be a warrior for the kids. The heart represents Jenny, and mental illness and Pooh is the puzzle piece. I like it because It has caused people to ask questions. Pretty proud of it too.
I finally got to take the kids swimming. It was along time coming since everything happened last year. It was nice to get away from everything even if it was a few hours. I tried to hold back tears as Jenny offered to take Pooh on her back and guide him around the pool. He flapped full force as I could sense he remembered she use to do it when she was younger. It was great seeing them connect like they use too.
Now I’m working on moving the kids and myself out of the house. I have an appointment to get a Direct Loan to buy a home that goes by my income. They don’t see it to be a problem, so I’m praying this works out. Seems like my soon to be ex-husband has already moved on and is out a lot. Also realizing I’ve been married to a narcissist the first rule of thumb no contact. We don’t even speak, and I already feel better. But I think the kids and I won’t heal till we are out and away from all the triggers.
College has started again and no math classes Yay! The two I have are more learning communications and body language. These classes are more up my alley.
I hope everyone had a great 4th of July. Thanks for reading
1 John 2:19