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     A little girls letter  watch the video attached to this link.   Addiction and alcoholism will come intto a family to create to...

Saturday, March 19, 2016

The great destroyer

    

A little girls letter watch the video attached to this link.



  Addiction and alcoholism will come intto a family to create total destruction.  I spent countless nights, weeks, and finally years begging and praying for God to give me back the man I thought I had married.   I gave up on praying for our marriage.
       I found myself trying desperately trying not to hate.   But I hate addiction.  I hate what it's done to my family.  I hate what it has done to my kids.  
      It has been almost a year since a group of "addicts", including my step-daughter, tried to bash my head in while my husband watched with a "gun" pointed at his head.   The physical, mental and emotional effects of that night haunt me to this day.   The same people that were involved in my attack, murdered my grandson's daddy this past December.     
      The evils of addiction and alcoholism are long lasting.   I have always thanked God for not having an addictive personality.  I praise God for bringing my son and daughter into my life, causing me to focus on being a great mom and provider instead of finding the next mind numbing substance.  
     We have lost so much because of addiction.  Our house, my car, all of our money, furniture I had to sell to pay for food and medicine.  Although I lost my job because of my illness, my personal life problems caused by the addicts in my life surely didn't help keep my focus on the days I was able to work.   My life's work was destroyed.  My credit is ruined.  
       I've given up on trying to help my husband and step daughter "see the light".   I've given up on believing I could shake them back to reality.   It's amazing to see how much has changed in my life the past three years.   I've given up on arguing with my husband because he can't remember what he said or did.  I've given up believing I could do anything to save them. 
     I have learned, and accept, that I am truly powerless in being able to change the circumstances in my marriage and life that have resulted because of someone's addiction.  
     If I did not have my faith to cling to, I would not have survived.   But unfortunately, even with great faith, families don't always survive the consequences of this evil.  
      Addiction injures, kills, and destroys people, marriages, families, and communities.  The destruction that alcoholism, and addiction causes is far reaching as well as long lasting.  
      

The link to "A little girls Letter" https://www.facebook.com/xamazingx/videos/245418432465936/

Monday, March 14, 2016

Renee Lyn: And so it begins.... Again

Renee Lyn: And so it begins.... Again:      I started this blog back in 2012, as my youngest child was ready to leave the nest.  When I began writing I can now admit it was anoth...

And so it begins.... Again

     I started this blog back in 2012, as my youngest child was ready to leave the nest.  When I began writing I can now admit it was another attempt on my part to avoid the obvious complications developing in my life and marriage.   My attempt to conceal the troubles I knew were approaching, and to continue with the one flaw I was so good at nurturing, Denial. 
     In the past several years, I made a few tries at writing,  but  reliving even one event proved to be more painful than it's original.  ( just now I realized it was my way of continuing to avoid acknowledging the situation exists)
     To remind you, just in case you had forgotten, or never have read anything I've previously written; my grammar sucks.  I don't speak English well, and I certainly don't write any better than I talk.  One of my flaws That is much easier to accept.  Sad part, English is my first language.  Also,  I tend to "chase rabbits".  I go off topic.  I may even start telling one story and finish with something completely different.  I write just like I talk.  When a thought comes into my mind I immediately share it for fear It may never be heard.  Because if I have to wait for the perfect opportunity to share, I'll forget.  This amazing trait of "forgetting, or not remembering"  has been compounded by certain events in the past two years I will discuss another time. 
     Today, I am not trying to share any life changing words of wisdom or revelations that I've had as a result of the changes in my life.  It's just my way of slowly, very slowly, trying to rejoin the human Race.  

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Easy to talk the talk; especially when you haven't walked the walk

Before I begin this blog is not directed at any one particular person family member or friend. I include myself along with everyone else because I am just as guilty. 
Funny thing before I was married I was one of those people that said if my man ever tried to lay a hand on me, if my husband ever tried to abuse me I'd kill him. No man will ever lay a hand on me. I will never let a man tell me what to say and what to do.  I was raising two children putting myself through school I was a force to be reckoned with.  I had spunk, fire,  determination and I was fierce. I was content and I was proud. No man would ever control my life with money or anything else.  I was going to  maintain control.  I was going to be in charge. I used to bounce out of bed four  o'clock in the morning, happy to greet the day, ready to see what new thing I was going to conquer and accomplished next.
Graduated from college while raising two children under the age of five by myself. I was the first person on my mother side the family to ever graduate from college. Only did I graduate but I graduated with honors every semester I was on the Dean's and chancellors list straight A's except for the last semester I had to  student teach. I received my first teaching position at an incredible school.  I had amazing mentors.  I bought my own home by myself.  I even bought my first car by myself, it was used but it didn't matter.  I did all this on my own, only with the strenghth and persistence given to me by the grace of God the father. 
   You can imagine my shock to discover one day after 15 years that I had found myself in a place I never thought I would allow my  myself to be. 

    I had spent years telling women to leave.  I had spent years helping women, talking to women. I remember always thinking to myself, how can they stay with someone who obviously doesn't love them?  I can even remember thinking how weak they must be to think so little of themselves. How can they not see they deserve better?
   
   It wasn't like I hadn't had those types of experiences myself.  I had many boyfriends that didn't think twice about giving me black eyes, pushing me against walls or shoving me, slinging me around, and  shaking me trying to "put me in my place".  But I always had that confidence and belief, I don't need to take this from you.   I would Break up that person that guy and eventually find someone better.  The thing is when I was in high school and in college, I had a home.  I had a mother, a father, a brother, a family, my support system. I knew I wasn't going to be alone. Things to distract people to help me. Even though I never admitted to any of the abuse.  I lied to cover up the bruises, the black eyes because I just didn't want to have to deal with all the it old you so's. 
    
   I can remember countless times jumping in between two strangers because I saw some guy,always much bigger than me, slinging some girl or some woman around trying to beat the crap out of her. I wasn't afraid I wasn't scared. I was on a mission. I would give my speech. I would tell them my story, pray for them, but you know to this day I don't know what happened to any of those women except for one. 
   This is where we as a human species fail miserably. Whether we have someone we know coming out of an abusive relationship,an alcoholic, someone trying to beat some type of addiction, we are the reason why most don't succeed or live. 
     As I said before leaving an abusive relationship, getting out so to speak, of the physical house, is not the most difficult step. But it is the first step. What makes taking that first step so hard for the abused person is  knowing and understanding that the real struggle begins next. 

 I have a friend who said  the night she left her abusive marriage was easy compared to what Would happen in the following months.  The night I left it was as if something or someone had taken over her body. I felt as though I was still dreaming cannot like it that was a pillow and a couple blankets. I felt like if I could just get a decent nights sleep where I felt safe I couldn't wake up think clearly and make it work.  Ironically the night I decided to leave, I thought I was just leaving to take a break, in fact I wasn't thinking at all. I could hear in my head was get out now, get out or you never will. The night of my "great escape" was the day before the 22nd anniversary of my best friends murder. 

   I can remember sitting at the stop sign at the end of the road thinking what am I doing, where do I go?  I couldn't think. I felt like I was in the shop and I had this numb tingling sensation all over me and not the good kind. 

   I all of a sudden had friends family and loved ones show up at my daughters telling me how much they loved me,supported me, and how they would be with me every step of the way. 

   Now this is where gets painfully real. We failed to keep up with the research.  We fail to read and inform ourselves. It is the secrets,  the lies, and our ignorance that give the abuse the power over the abused. 

  Believe it or not Gov. Bobby Jendel supported to bills when he discovered that the state of Louisiana was the leading number one state with the leading cause of death for victims of domestic violence. 

     Yeah this is where our true lack of knowledge comes in to play.  Everyone says he took that first debt that's the hardest part but that's a lie. As an abused person we know leaving is easy it's what comes next that's the most difficult. Where we fail these women, where we are responsible for their pain, suffering, and even in most cases death, is what we do next. Or maybe I should write what we don't do. 
     Now I apologize to my Christian friends but I know of no other way to word this what I'm about to say next. We have got to get rid of this crap stupid idea that the abused victim has to do everything on their own. This and I apologize for my language bullshit mentality of telling and abused person stop being depressed get up put your big girl panties on and go follow restraining order is crap. 
   If you stop and think for five seconds if an abused person had the courage, that inner strength, that ability, that belief in themselves, do you honestly believe they would need you to tell them?  Sometimes tell a person who is being abused to get the hell up and file charges and you take your life back. One second were telling them we're here for you we support you will be with you every step of the way. God for bid that person actually call her put out a cry for help and say I'm scared will you come with me. That's when we say no you have to do this yourself. 
   That is a load of crap. 
    Stop for at least 10 seconds and take into account that these abused women, and some men, have spent years, and in my case 15 years at first being built up and to believe they were loved and honored and cherished and the most important thing in their spouses life. My husband even told people that I saved his life and is constantly proclaiming how grateful and blessed he was to have met me. I felt as though I can do anything I had the most self-confidence trust faith and believe in myself I had ever had in my entire life. Then the switch is flipped. And then the abused person spend years hearing how difficult it is to love them. Hearing how they make it impossible for anybody to want to be around them or love them. Thank for 10 seconds that the abuser has spent months and even years ripping apart every ounce of courage, self-esteem, belief in themselves, and made the abused person feel as though they were worthless.

   Where the hell is the strength, courage supposed to come from? Oh but oh no we with one sentence by telling someone get up off your butt and take control of your life you have to do it yourself are going to wipeout years of control and manipulation by the abuser. Abusive spouses put a lot of time into making sure The abused feels helpless and alone       When we tell abused woman you need to stand up stop playing the victim stop letting him control your life. From my personal experience, if I believed I knew how to do that after 15 years, I sure as heck don't need someone who has never had to live my life.  Someone who had never experience the pain I have suffered.  Pain at the hands of the person I loved with all my heart,  vowed to spend the rest of my life with, and I believed was my soulmate, The person I truly believed was sent by God. 
   
  How do you expect a human being to turn off love for someone they invested months or years of their life.  You have to understand with Domestic Violence, if the person being abused could do everything on their own they would've done it. Some how we think by  telling them to grow up, get off their ass and do what they have to do, is the magic formula.  I'm guilty of this too before I found myself in a similar situation. I said this many times, but I was not living the life and I had no right. What do we think the abused person's going to say oh my god why did I never think of that?  Oh that's right I remember. I have no self-esteem, no self-worth and my husband or partner, told me no one would care and I would have to be on my own. 
      The worst thing we do to someone that is in an abusive relationship or marriage we abandoned them when they need us most. 
   I had a friend tell me that her family and friends with completely disowned her because she wouldn't leave her husband.  Victims of domestic abuse are brainwashed controlled and convinced that if they leave no one will help them.  Victims of domestic abuse are made to believe that the only person that will be there for them ever is the  abusive person themselves.  
   
      This is where we really need to stop and think take 10 minutes to think. 

      This mentality of telling and abused person that they have to do this on their own, that we can't hold their hands, and we can't take that step for them, is garbage. 
      When and abused person or woman leaves and abusive relationship that is when they need us most. Tell them call me if you need anything because if they really believed they could do that then don't you think they would have done that while they were with the person that was abusing them. 
  
       All we are doing is proving the abuser is right. The abused victim finds themselves alone with no idea of what to do next. She is scared to leave the house. She is scared to seek an attorney. She is scared to go to the grocery store alone. 

      Some abuse victims have been so isolated for one reason or another from society they're terrified I don't know how to speak or act in public or around other human beings. They lived for so long having to worry about every word they said everything they did, because you never know what could set the abuser off. 

    My friend told me about how her support system she thought she had, was there for her about as much as they were there for her when she was with the abusive husband.  She told me about the many times she laid so sick in bed she couldn't get up to get medicine or food and sadly the only person that ever checked on her was her abusive spouse. 

  She admitted that she had to stop excepting invitation years ago from family and friends because she didn't want to be get accused by her husband cheating or doing something inappropriate.  I did notice she seemed to disappear for years I never heard or saw her I didn't even think about her.  She told me she thought that once she left the abusive husband,  she was going to prove him wrong. She wasn't going to be alone any more, she was going to strong, she had a support system, she had people who loved and cared about her.   They were going to stick by her every step of the way.  
    I mentioned earlier that The night I left my husband because I saw that our problems were getting dangerously worse and not better, it was the night before the 22nd anniversary of my best friends murder. 
    My best friend had actually left and divorce her abusive husband. She was on her own, raising her children.  Howevef, they shared children. Which meant she still had to have some type of interaction and maintain contact with him.  I remember the Christmas before she died. She didn't have enough money to buy her children the clothes they needed or to give them a proper Christmas. I work in the mall where she came by her children and he walked up behind her. She was all smiles and happy telling me about how great he had been helping her buy Christmas presents for the kids. I remember feeling so uncomfortable and just thinking to myself this isn't right. Something just didn't seem right. I don't remember if it was the same night or soon after, but she had decided that we were going out with him. He said I'm paying it all on me.  I've heard that everybody believed he was a great guy and would give the shirt off his back from the first time I met him it just didn't seem right.  Even though he was smiles and appeared to be very helpful I always felt very uncomfortable around him.  Christmas came and went. New Year's Eve she and I both found ourselves stood up and dateless. We decided to heck with it will just be each other's date and enjoy the new year. I must inject we were just friends it wasn't a real date.  The next week with my son's second birthday. By this time my friend had started building up a business of her she was starting to make good money and get plenty of clients. She was able to get enough money to buy a vehicle she just didn't have enough money to pay for car insurance. 
    I could go on with my details but this is the point at which an abused woman is still tethered to the abusive spouse.  
     Sad to say Louisiana right first number one in domestic violence related deaths among women. The major percentage of death that occurred happened after the woman left. After restraining orders and divorce papers had been signed. And in my friends case she had been divorced for quite some time.  One of the  major steps and abuser takes is to destroy the finances of the abused person.  And so even after divorce and abusive spouse can still continue to control and abuse and even kill. 
    And that's what happened to my friend. Every time she would start to pull herself up to stand her own 2 feet mysteriously something would happen that would knock her back down. 
   Remember the vehicle she had finally been able to save up and buy. Mysteriously someone reported to the police department that she didn't have car insurance. The policedepartment showed up and took her tags. She needed the vehicle to go clean houses to make an income to build her business to stand on her own 2 feet.  I couldn't drive for her that day because I had to go to work one of my many part-time jobs I tried to be successful at the failed. No one was either willing or able to help. She felt she had no other option but to call him. He came over and said he would love to help her all she needed to do is go with him he would get her insurance and bring her back. I asked her just doesn't feel right something just doesn't seem right. She even told me she suspected he was the one that had called the police. I remember she said RenĂ©e what else am I supposed to do what choice do I have.  The next time I saw her I was giving the eulogy at her funeral. 
     Thank God our governor realized that just leaving an abusive marriage does not keep a woman safe. Getting a divorce getting on with your life all abused women know that this is when it is most dangerous. 
    This is when the  truly abusive husband or spouse has nothing left to lose. This is when all the threat of death become real. Is there no longer threats they become actions. This is when an abused woman's life is most at risk. 

     I know we have been trained in the past 20 years to believe that sometimes tough love Toughlove that's the way to go.  In case of women who are being abused that is the worst route to take. Ignoring them dismissing them from your life you think that's going to make them say oh my god what am I doing that's the problem.  They've been getting tough love all this time.   But it's called abuse. 

    We don't realize at the time and we think we know what we're doing and we think we have the person we love's best interest at heart. But what we are really doing is showing the bees person that every single thing their abuser said to them is true. 
  
    I challenge you to get on the Internet or get a book or scientific journal do your homework and research. As far as we have come as a human race we are still in the dark ages when it comes to helping someone who has been abused. The last thing and abused woman or a man need is to be alone because that is when they are the most at risk. This is where the abuser becomes the strongest this is the time where the abuser isn't more control then before. 
   And it's because of us. We are supposed to be the family friends and loved ones that care about this abused person. And our actions only make the abuser stronger and gain more control. 

    And abused woman or man or child needs love compassion understanding. I know in my case if I want to be criticized, judged, questions, or yelled that I just go back to my husband. I mean I may have peace and freedom away. But I am completely alone I have absolutely no one by my side today.  The worst part is the only person that called to invite me to spend Easter with them what's my husband and his family.  

   You know I have been told by many people that claim to love me that no one wants to help me because I've cried wolf too many times and I keep running back to my husband. But like I said at least I know with him where I stand. 

   We are the reason that Louisiana's number Wednesday for Domestic violence related deaths among women. And as long as we keep this uninformed ill-equipped wrong way of dealing with the situation,  those numbers will continue to grow. 
    One in three women between ages of 16 and 24 have been victims of domestic violence with a spouse or boyfriend or partner or significant other. 
    This "tough love" is the stupidest most ignorant ill advisrd approach to take. When you tell someone you love who is been abused by that nobody wants to support them because I keep going back you are confirming every horrible vicious things that abusive person has told them that for years. At that point when we do this, we might as will dig the grave. 
       If you truly love someone that is in an abusive relationship don't sit around waiting for them to call you if they had the ability to do that and reach out for help, they would. 
    Tonight call  or send a text saying hey I'm praying for you today. Makes us just as guilty. 

    You can be the most generous,   kindest loving person in the world. But to kick a love one out of your life when they are going through the worst time of their's.......
  How many of you right this second know for a fact that someone you love isn't safe and isn't lonely. 

   This garbage and abused victim having to do it all on their own is ignorance. 

   It's sad to say that I have found more compassion and understanding and help emotionally from complete strangers. It's even worse is that most women are the least compassionate when it comes to helping a woman recover from Domestic Abuse. 

Monday, March 23, 2015

Featuring Other Artist

This page will not only serve as a way to present my work but is also a way I plan to display and introduced artist and others with artistic gifts. Studies have shown that many children have been misdiagnosed in their early school years as having ADD, ADHD, and even bipolar disorder. When in actuality they're learning style is through artistic expression; such as dancing, music, art, photography, any other various forms of artistic creativity.  I have multiple purposes for this page and future website. One is to pursue a career in which I am able to help  through my passion, which is various forms of art, but also to give an opportunity for those who share the same interest,  to show their amazing talents and abilities.   I will continue to add different projects I have already completed.  I will keep you informed of upcoming events. Most importantly highlighting local artist and talent. 

Friday, March 20, 2015

Renee's Designs and Fine Finds

This is a temporary like to my Facebook page "Renee's Designs and Fine Finds" until my web page has been completed. 

Sunday, November 9, 2014

I've gone and done it now

When I was much younger, I couldn't wait for the next big exciting thing. Always rushing into new ideas and challenges. I can remember when I had a good night with friends not wanting to go to sleep because I didn't want the fun and excitement to end. Afraid that the next day would not bring the same amount of joy and excitement. 
  Then I became a mom. Never a dull moment. Sleep became a luxury not a dreaded event. But the thought of waking up the next day was greatly anticipated. Wondering what new amazing milestones my children would accomplish next. Working multiple jobs to provide, going to college full time, and most importantly being the most amazing mom I could possibly be with very limited resources. 
Surprisingly, the times that seemed the most bleak to this struggling single mom, turned out to be the happiest memories my now adult kids have of their childhood. 
    Junk food Sundays, movie and pajama day, or the time the Easter bunny saved the best children for last. This was the time I was so busy making money to pay the Easter bunny that I forgot it was Easter Sunday. Thank God for a quick idea and helpful friends to destract my children.  We were able to come up with the most incredible story about gas prices, time change, and weather conditions not allowing the Easter bunny to get to the most important children until late in the afternoon. All children wake up to their Easter surprises, but only the most special children would have a wonderful surprise waiting for them when they would return home in the evening. Similar events took place with the tooth fairy, Santa, and even Halloween. Being a single parent is hard enough, but turning the ordinary into extra ordinary with no financial backing takes talent. 
    I worked so hard to provide for my children in everyway possible. I had become so talented at my job that I was able to turn a boring college book on childhood behavior and make it sound like the best fairytale ever told. Although many would argue that most college books we are forced to read are fairytales. 
   Today, even though my baby will soon be 21, I pack all that up and put it away. Possibly forever. The closing of a final chapter on a journey that has lasted 24 years in the making. Due to circumstances beyond my control, God has chosen to send my life spiraling in a whole new direction.  
   Contrary to when I was much younger, I'm very scared and nervous about what the next day may bring. 
    God carried us through all those years of hard work and preparation. But for what?   In the next three days, I will pack up my house, my career, and my life. One minute I'm scared to death, and then five minutes later I'm excited at the possibility of....? 
      Just breathe.......
  One day I was looking at a classroom of students, struggling to breathe and begging God to keep me from passing out and scaring them for life. It was then that I thought, what am I doing,  I'm killing myself for what?  I wasn't doing any good for anyone. Not my children, not my students, not my coworkers, not my broken marriage, and certainly not myself. My children are now grown and providing for themselves and their own families. Yet I couldn't be there for them because I was using up all my energy for my students just trying to breathe. So what are you doing?  Who are you helping?  What difference are you making? None.   
   It took the lost of my breath, my health, to open my eyes and step back. Get my priorities in order. Time to put my ego in check.  
   What are we living for?  Each day we get up, and rush around life, for what? Almost a year ago, I walked away from a car accident no one else has ever survived. My wake up call, or second chance. You know the whole "God's not done with you yet" life event.  I must be completely hardheaded. Probably the most hardheaded person on the planet. Because it took a series of very unfortunate and possibly fortunate events to finally get my attention. 
  So now I have placed my entire life in God's hands. I would be completely lying to you if I said I trust him whole hearted let. I'm terrified. I'm thrilled.  Anxious. Excited. And even sometimes angry. But he had given me absolutely no choice but to put my complete and utter faith in him. 
     And I'm procrastinating right now because I'm writing this blog instead of getting up and doing the things that I need to do to move forward.   
    Have never really had much faith in people but god.....well....

     What are we here for anyway.  This life is not the end but the beginning. It's what happens after this life that is eternal. That's our goal our purpose. Our final destination. 
     Life's not about owning a house or having this massive, impressive career or title.  It's about listening and following God's plan to get to our ultimate goal. Life internal. So what if I struggle to breathe every day.  So what it sometimes I can't even get out of the bed to get dressed.  It's about having my baby call me all excited about the conversation she had with her school advisor and how all her hard work is going to pay off. It's about my oldest still struggling to find his way in life and not letting it bring him down, but instead finding the possitive in it all. No matter how big or small. It's about watching my daughter being an incredible mom with a lot more wisdom than I had at her age. It's about that incredible 4 tooth smile I get from my grandson when I wake up and see him standing at the foot of my bed ready to greet the day.  Amazing how the smile of a child can make anything seem possible.  
     Life's about eternity.
      This week we buried my husbands mamaw. She was 93 years old. She raised two daughters and grand children. She lost her husband over what, 40 years ago and never remarried. She waited. Waited until the day she would be with him again in heaven. She got it. She had the secret all along. Life is not about the here and now. Life's not even about the journey. Life's about the destination.  My husband and I cried not over the fact that she was gone, but how she was able to be with her husband again, and Craig's son Tristin. I think we were jealous not sad. There were tears that day, but I think the tears were for the times that have gone past, the regrets of not spending more time with her at the end. Tears may come now and then not just because we miss her but the joy of knowing she will have no more pain. She is young again, whole, healthy, happy and with the people she loved and that loved her. 
   
      In an attempt to relieve my worries this week, my husband rented the movies "Heaven is for Real" and "God's not dead".  Eye opening movies.  Will put this whole life thing into perspective. I recommend you not only watch these movies, but buy them so when your beginning to doubt, or are having a little pity party for yourself, you can get a reminder that this too shall pass.

   Now I will get up, take a breathing treatment, get dressed, and close one chapter of the story of my life. Or is it the beginning of a new chapter?  God knows. 
     
Always remember as Trent Shelton said, bad chapters can still create good endings. 
  
God is good all the time. 
And all the time
God is good. 

Monday, September 29, 2014

Fast forward to where I am now.

   All I wanted Craig to do was let me stand by his side as his wife.  I don't need to say anything.  All I've ever wanted was to stand by his side as his wife.  I have begged him for years to do this and he doesn't want me anywhere around when he talks to his parents or Katlyn.  I've always wanted Katlyn to be a part of our family. I have never excluded her and I love her and the baby as my own.  This has nothing to do with saying bad things about Craig.  After all these years I thought I had proved myself to be a good person, wife and mother.  Now I know anything I do will never be good enough.  14 years of marriage and trying to be a good wife, mother, grandmother and daughter -in-law wasn't enough.  To believe for one second I would ever do something to hurt Craig. Everyone wants me to be the bad person to justify their actions but I never get an apology. I gave up my family for my husband and marriage. Why would I do anything to hurt HIM.  I'm not to blame. I've tried.  
  I started writing a blog about the journey Craig and my marriage has taken the past few years.  I made sure he approved first before I posted anything. What started out as a story with a happy ending quickly turned to disaster because people chose to think the worst of me. 
  We were in love again. Feeling like we could face the world together. Willing to forgive all the wrongs that had been done and all the pain that was caused. I know with all my heart two people were never happier than he and I this past summer.  
   This is truly a sad event. The breaking up of a family is never good under any circumstances. The day the baby was born a little over a year ago was the point where everyone came full circle. All of the family finally came together and united excited about a new beginning. A promising future for all of us. 
   Jennifer, and I helped Katlyn bring that amazing baby into this world. Second only to the birth of my own children, the single most incredible event oft life. I feel so blessed to have been a part of it. A moment that will bond the three of us, women, forever. 
  I will continue to write our story in hopes that some other couple can learn from our mistakes. 
   The first most important key to a successful marriage, which in turn leads to a blessed and productive family, is God 1st, Spouse 2nd. Not the kids, or the job. Not money or a nice house, car , etc.  A GOD centered marriage leads to a GOD centered family. A family that stands up for one another no matter what, and a family that can face a any adversity and survive. TOGETHER. 

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Why I'm still hiding from life

My story is just beginning.  Like one of the nurses at the behavioral health facility told me, "can't wait till your book is turned into a movie on life time",  I'm taking his advice and writing about my incredible year.  I am so happy to see that God has so much faith in my abilities to handle different situations.  Although I feel blessed to have made it this far, I'm afraid I haven't lived up to his expectations.  I have failed on so many levels.  I have not presented the Christian attitude as I should have. I'm also ashamed to say that on more than one occasion, I did lose all faith and hope.  Well, not all faith, but I did have a very stern discussion with god more than once.  I am grateful that I serve a loving and understanding god.  I am also thankful that Jesus knew how I would react and chose to be a living sacrifice for me anyway.
  I have questioned more times than I can count, why God chose to save my life that incredible day in January.  In fact I'm still struggling to understand his reasons.  I may never know the why or how, at least not while I'm still here on this planet.  I do know there must be a reason, but as the days continue come along, and one more tiny little disruption decides to rear it's ugly head in my life, I feel I am turning into a bitter person.  I have felt true hatred for the first time in my life this year.  Something that I could never believe I would feel.  I've had run ins with people I didn't particularly care for or respect.  But I have never hated anyone.  I am still struggling with that little situation daily.  And yet, as I am presented with one more complication this person has caused in my life and in the lives of the people I love, I only can find more reasons to "hate" this person.  I have struggled to find one reason, any reason, to have any sympathetic feelings towards this person.  Trust me, I have tried, and tried.  So again, I ask God, "why?"  As each trial and tribulation approaches, I've only made the Christian way of thinking look like a joke.  I can't bring myself to pray for my enemy, at least not to have blessing bestowed upon them.  Why?  I am only presented with was seems like a new test daily, and I continue to fail at each and everyone of them.  So again I ask. "WHY?"
    

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Cameron's Corner: Why I've been hiding from life.

Cameron's Corner: Why I've been hiding from life.:     I don't believe in fairy tales anymore.  In a single moment, my life changed forever.  In ways I could never imagine.  Its hard to b...

Why I've been hiding from life.

    I don't believe in fairy tales anymore.  In a single moment, my life changed forever.  In ways I could never imagine.  Its hard to believe that decisions we make can send us down a path that were not as prepared for or mature enough to handle.  This change is something I never thought would happen. I knew something was different something was off, but I had no idea that this was the reason.  I like to say I never saw it coming. But didn't I? I now believe I chose denial. At the time seemed like the right approach.
   Later in the year, an insane, out-dated psychiatrist went as far as to ask me what I wasn't doing right to cause this to happen? What was "she" able to do for him that I couldn't. (How would I know? I wasn't there when it happened.)
    Isn't that what everyone in a situation like this ask themselves a million times? What could I have done, what did I not do?  What is so wrong, so terrible about loving me? 
   Why wasn't I enough? It was more than enough for me. Sure I could've used more attention. I would've loved to see him show me that he cared a little bit more.  It wouldn't have taken much.
   For years I knew something wasn't right.  I would beg him to tell me what was  wrong. Let me fix things.  His used all the typical  responses; "You know it's you it's not me, I'm happy it's not my fault you're not happy, must be your hormones, (loved that one) maybe you need to go see the doctor so he can give you something because you're unhappy. I'm happy, I'm fine just the way things are."  
 I was afraid I was wanting more than any one person could give.  And to now look back and remember how I was afraid I would be the unfaithful one because I was so lonely. Afraid to leave the house without him. A prisoner of my own doing. 
 I prayed for the truth. I heard God's voice in my head asking me "are you sure you're ready for the truth, because youre not going to like what you hear?"
 Reminds me of that saying be careful what you pray for. ... 
   I did get the truth and God was right. I didn't like what I heard. 
  Saturday, August 31st, 2013. My "D" day.  My husband was sleeping. I was in the new TV room. Our youngest had moved out and we were without children to raise for the first time since we met. When we married, I had two, a son and a daughter and he had a daughter of his own. I prepared myself knowing that things would be different. When the kids were grown and on their own. But no matter how much you prepare or how many books you read, you can never be ready for what happens when your "fairy tale" marriage turns out to be a nightmare. A bad dream you can't wake up from no matter what you try. 
 I looked up at the new loft bunk bed my husband built for our unborn grandson. We were going to be the coolest grandparents on the planet.  The room was really starting to take shape. There was the wall I spent hours creating. Picking the perfect pictures from several 1940s TIME Magazines to make a unique wallpaper just for that room. 
  I was so happy. 
       Happy. 
   I remember sitting there thinking how blessed I was to have a husband willing and able to build the things that I made up in my head. I just loved spending time with him.
   That was one thing  my husband and I could always do. We really enjoyed the time when we spent alone together. He was my best friend.  The day trips we took together, unforgetable.  When we had obligations, we would always find a way to enjoy the trip, just the two of us.  Of course he was closed up in a car with me, so I had a captive audience. He didn't have any choice but to listen or pretend he was listening. I didn't care he was there. 
   While looking at what we had put together, I turned my head and there was my husbands cell phone. He had clung to that phone lately like it was his lifeline. He never went anywhere without that phone attached to him like a second skin. He didn't have it with him.  I had a little devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. One telling me to look at his phone and the other telling me not to.  So I chose  to pick it up and bring it to him. I knew that he would wake up soon and need his phone. At least that's what I told myself to justify my next action.  I didn't want him to be late for work. I'll just make sure his alarm is set on his phone. Yea, right. I have since learned that looking through his phone only brings me heart ache.   
    I picked up the cell phone, held it in my hand and I started to walk out the door. Then I froze. I heard that voice in my head saying" are you sure you're ready for the truth"?  You're not going to like it. I  looked at the cell phone, And started to investigate. (This is the part that you don't want to do, the step that you don't take Unless you're  prepared for what you will find. We all know that when you go looking, and you will look, you're going to find something.  We usually don't stop until we do. Then at that point it's too late. Your life is changed forever. At least the life you thought you had , would never be the same.)
  I now regret this but I unlocked his cell phone and I saw all these apps I didn't recognize. Tumblr, stumbler, and others I had never heard of before. They where in a social media folder. (Still didn't get it.)  I didn't have a clue what would happen when I opened each one. 
   I guess there was 4, 5, maybe even six altogether. There before me were the pictures of barely clad women, naked women. I remember Getting that sensation, that feeling that's surged through my body, the same feeling I have right now as I write about this.  Like a  hot flash and a tingle (and not the good kind) all at the same time. Here I saw women with perfectly shaped bodies. (Gravity obviously had not taken over on any part of them yet).  So this is what's wrong?  this is what I'm not doing right? He has to look at other women because he doesn't want to look at me? 
(I now know this was never about me. Don't ever think your not enough. God made you, a beautiful creation.)
 I was frozen staring at the wall, his cell phone in my hand, and on the screen, a picture of a half naked woman. He came into the room ...
  It was like he couldn't get the words out fast enough, they were all coming out at once. His voice sounded like a mumble. It was that moment I realized my life had been a lie and I would never look at my marriage the same way. 
                                                 EVER
   I know your thinking, big deal all men look at Victoria's Secret and other questionable magazines or websites. Most people believe it's a man thing, that all men do. It's harmless, right?  My response is No. It's not normal. Don't ever believe this is something all men do. They don't. When you are in a real God centered marriage. You are the only woman your husband will want to see. 
  Well, I should have stopped. But it was worse than I thought. It wouldn't be long before I would know how bad things really were. 
     I don't remember much after that only a lot of ugly words toward each other. Mine to hide the insecurity and pain inside. I have this horrible way of lashing out when I'm hurt. 
   We had just gotten  back from the beach a few weeks before. Our First real vacation together in over six years. First time away together, in I don't know how long.  While he went to work that night, I would run away to the last place I remember us being happy together.  I would run away to the beach.  I could sit on the beach, read my bible, pray, and God would help me realize that everything would be fine.  I would find the peace I was looking for and see that I was making a big deal over nothing.
   Why did it take so long to get out the house that night?  It felt like if I did walk out the door my world would never be the same.  I was scared? But I made myself do it. 
   Little did I know that I was about to start on an adventure I never though would happen.
 
  My life did change at first for the better.  It didn't last long. I was given a precious gift only to have it crushed, and by the person that had vowed to love me till death us do part. 

   I started this blog almost a year ago. Not long after the "grand confession" as I call it. In three days I experienced the most beautiful incredible moment of my life and also the most heart wrenching moments of my life. 
   Quick version. Renee's biggest fears. I saw, experienced and I SURVIVED. 
  The details in another blog. 

Thursday, November 28, 2013

I'm just MAD!

Ever have one of those days where you are just not in the mood?  For anything?  Tired of the same thing day, after day, after day, after-I think you know what I'm talking about.  And it's not because of harmones or mood swings, or any other "female" condition some "man"  made up because he doesn't want to say "I don't know honey, sometimes I just do stupid things". 
I've been going through stages in my life the past few months.  Many highs and a whole lot more lows.  I've been through the disbelief stage, the what did I do stage, the I'm gonna show everyone I'm stronger than I look stage, also the non-stop crying every morning and every night stage. 
Now I'm in the I don't give a rat's _ _ _, I'm pissed off stage!
I try to put things in perspective.  My children are safe and healthy.  My grandson has a fantastic mom and dad that loves and cares for him.  I am also aware that there are people and children suffering somewhere, alone.  And I do care and pray for them.
But enough is enough already.  Why do I have to do this or do that to fix what I didn't break.  No!  I'm just MAD!   MAD!  MAD!  MAD!


The best part it's ok.  The bible says we all get sad, hurt, angry, and down right MAD.  We all have these emotions, that's what makes us human.  It's wether or not we let the anger control us or we control it.  Your reactions are what you are responsible for not being MAD. 
Even if you think I don't have a right to be, think of one of my favorite quotes from the show (80's) Designing Women, "You know why my problems are more important than yours?  Because they're mine!"     

Saturday, November 23, 2013

The road less traveled....

I love that poem ... And I took the road less traveled.   But today, it just doesn't hold the same meaning as if did before.  You can never truly know what lies on the  road ahead of you, yet you choose the path and it's direction everyday.  When you wake up and decide your going to reach out to a friend or family member you haven't seen in a while, just because.  Or when you wake and decide hey it's Saturday, I just gonna get back in bed and watch old movies all day.
The decisions we make everyday no matter how big or how small determine length and width of our path.  What we can't control, or choose, are the directional decisions of others.  And when their path crosses, invades or cuts off our path, we are left feeling either confused, blessed, wounded, relieved, loved, or unwanted.  
   Then there are the "bumps" in the road.   What does that mean anyway?  Do "bumps" in the road, or on our path necessary indicate a bad thing?
     I wonder what road lies ahead of me today?  I've learned very recently that what path we think we're on, isn't always the path we are on.  And it's definitely not the path we should be on.   
  Walk your path today knowing that god has made way for you.  He's filled in the potholes, removed all the rocks, sticks, fallen down trees, and smoothed out all those "bumps".

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Project loft part three - the build.

Here's what we have so far.  Didn't count on hubby being sick two days.  I'm thinking about finishing all by myself.  What?  I know how to use a drill and I have my own purple tool kit.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Baby Shower with a 1920's Twist -Decorations

Katlyn (Mommy-to-be)

Mickey (Daddy-to-be)
1920's Themed Baby Shower- The decorations.
The table scape is a mix match of antique china and serving trays.  I used candle holders and this
to make the three tier center piece and to stack the plates.
 

Baby Shower with a 1920's Twist

The Girls
The shower was a huge success and everyone had a great time!
The kids had a great time and dressed up!

Friday, July 5, 2013

Project loft?


Part II:  Buying supplies?
         Rule to follow when working with your husband or spouse, as the case may be:  
        1.  Find or create a plan to follow and make your spouse pinky swear to follow it exactly.  They won't follow the plan exactly but it may deter them from deviating too much.
        2.  Make a list.   Pinky swear to stick to it.  Absolutely no extras!  I have to admit this is where I often fall short.  My husband always gives in to what extras I put in the cart.  Stay strong my love!   
The MOST important rule:
         3.  Never, never, never send your spouse alone to pick up the materials.  They'll come back with thousands of dollars of tools they "NEED" to complete the project.
Rule 4.  Bring a big truck!
I was a nervous wreak all the way home. It was only about two miles, but still.



Beginning of project.
Phase 1: turn Morgan's bed into a couch/toddler bed.
1. Craig is cutting boards to make this antique wood bed frame into a couch that can be converted into a toddler bed.   
Let us pray.  (No joke!)


Friday, June 28, 2013

Prayer Update


Thursday, June 27, 2013

Prayer Request

Please pray for my daughter Morgan. She fell today on the same elbow she had dislocated two years ago. She has a fracture in the right humorous bone. The doctor Doesn't like how her elbow is sticking out said it needs to be corrected now.  ( her ulna bone is shaped wrong?)  This means surgery. We chose to go the less evasive route last time when the doctor recommended surgery. She has an appointment with her other doctor tomorrow. 
Her left elbow is severely swollen and in pain. She was attacked by a swarm of wasp. (Not sure which came first, the fall or the swarm).
We want a COMPLETE healing for Morgan. This means no surgery, cast, splint, or even sports tape. A miracle that doctors and x-rays can't explain.
Thanks for your prayers.