"Seduction of the Gun."
Thanks Kaydee, Limitless, Reinventing, Madluv and Offroad. This weekend is it and they will be officially moving Saturday. We took a beach vacation last week, but as nice as it was there was a dark cloud hanging over it as I kept thinking about what we would be doing once we returned. We got their new beds and mattresses and took them to their new home to set up, and took our dog to meet the landlords to see if it would work out. It didn't so I will be keeping the dog for now at least. XW offered to help me with the dog due to my work schedule and said she would come over and take her out and feed her every afternoon/ evening, to which I called her out on how she has not been good on her word in years and asked why I would want my XW in my house every dat. As much as I'm incredibly proud and happy for them I can't help but feel the sense of loss and compare that to the sense of loss I felt a few months after BD when I believed I had lost my family and so much more. For whatever reason I'm being triggered although the two circumstances could not be more different. This morning I was reminded about those days and the people here who helped me through them.
Somewhere toward the end of July/ first of August in 2011 (a couple months after BD) XW moved to her grandparents old house 40 miles away and the kids and I helped her with the use of her dad's truck. At the time I thought this was just a phase and that she would get down there and see how much she missed me and come back home. I didn't quite realize how much her lawyer boy OM was in the picture until she started going on about him during the trip to her new home and telling the kids what a great guy he was. When we arrived at the house and started unloading, then-S6 got hit in the head by the truck tailgate that then-D10 dropped and fell on the ground crying. XW didn't even acknowledge him or check on him until after I had picked him up and carried him inside. Even despite all this, all 3 kids decided they wanted to take her up on her offer to spend the night at XW's new house (the only night they did) so I ended up driving home alone and going home to an empty house.
Everything hit me like a freight train that night as I sat in the darkness of my living room. I remember thinking about how much I had been praying and how it felt like even God was not listening to me. I took out my loaded handgun from my room and lay it on my desk in front of me and just stared at it. I felt like I had lost my family and everything in the world that mattered to me, and that my life as I had known in was over despite my best efforts and having done nothing to deserve it. As I sat and stared at the gun I made the decision to end my life that night and picked the place I was going to do it. No one was there, no one knew and I had not indicated to anyone that I was planning or even considering it at that time. I picked up the gun to take to the place I was going to do it (not at the home) and started toward the truck, but decided to make one last post on here before I did.
I'm not sure what made me decide to do it, but thankfully since this forum is worldwide there were people active from other time zones who were on at that time and saw my post and commented immediately. My dear friend Shantilly Lace, Heartsblessing and I believe Stayed (she may remember) immediately started commenting and asking questions to get me talking. They shared their stories and offered support and understanding as they had walked that path before me. I messaged back and forth with them the entire night and until the sun came up the next morning, and realized when I saw it peeking over the trees that I had lived to see another day. I unloaded the gun and put it back in my nightstand and never picked it up again for that reason. This was not a cry for help as I was resolved that I was going to do it and it would be one and done, not an attempt, but the friends here kept me from it. I am a believer that God puts people in your life at just the right time and also puts us in other lives at also the right times. That night I owed my life to the 3 who cared enough to spend their night/ day talking to someone in another state and on another continent for at least two of them. That was the one and only night that I've been that close to the ledge and I've put safeguards in place to ensure I never go back there again. It's not a good place to be, but it does help me in my career and especially when dealing with clients in crisis.
I shared that last part for two reasons. First off, I know I'm not the only one who's been to that ledge and I know that the things we here have gone through are more than enough to put someone in that mindset so I want to let the newbies or anyone who's been there or may go there know there is hope and it gets better. It does. I promise!. The other reason is for my own healing as it helps me to put things to words so that my conscious brain can process them and work through them. It's both logical and illogical that my abandonment triggers are going off as I worked to help the kids get to this point and prayed that it would one day come for them, but our good old nasty subconscious holds many dark secrets that it just loves to let out at the wrong times. It will be okay.
On a related note, I'm very interested to know how many of my fellow survivors are doing so if you're reading this or have any updates I'd love to hear from you or about them. I know HeartsBlessing passed away a few years ago and I still stay in touch with Shantilly, but has anyone heard from Mamma Bear, Little Chief, Honour, Phoenix or others from that time period?
Peace to you all.
One day at a time.
Thundarr