Wednesday, October 27, 2010

I Think I Finally Understand That U2 Song, "Numb"

SORROW.                                         wtf????


exhaustion

Grief.  
Anger

NUMB....

....tears

Some of my emotions since the trauma began...
Sexual battery.  Aggravated incest.  It's hard to read those words.  It's hard to type those words.  It's hard to call and tell people that you are enlisting to help your son that those words apply to him.  It's hard to think of what that means - NO!  I can't think about that.  I can't.  

Trauma

I thought he was going to tell me that there had been a horrible car accident.  In a way, that would have almost been better.
Of course, the time that my ex-husband was trying to get a hold of me because of an emergency, is the time that I had left my phone somewhere in the house, and was spending a lazy Sunday afternoon relaxing in front of the TV.  I never heard the ring, probably because I almost always keep my phone on vibrate...a habit left over from my time in the military, when we had to have a cell phone with us at all times, but it better not go off during a muster!  And of course, my husband's phone was charging....we never heard it ring either.
When my father-in-law showed up at the door it was a little unexpected, but seemed normal.  He could just be visiting right?  But as soon as he walked through the door he was calling up the stairs to me to call my mother.  That was definitely weird.  But I called her and she told me she had had a strange call from my ex and that I needed to call him.  He wouldn't tell her what was going on, but was just trying to reach me.  She, living states away, and not being able to reach me by phone either, had called my in-laws house, and my father-in-law had proceeded to deliver the message in person.
I rushed to check the missed alerts and saw in horror that there was a text message saying to call because there had been an emergency with the kids.  This is where the visions of a car accident came to my mind.  He had said it was an emergency with the kids.  Plural.
Hearing on the other end of the line, "I'm sorry..." and being asked if I had someone with me, if I was at home and told that I should probably sit down caused my heart to feel like it was going to float right out of my chest.  I slowly crumpled to the floor.  When he told me, I screamed.
It's my worst nightmare.  I never wanted something like this to happen.  Shock.  Denial.  Completely unreal....
My son had been caught molesting his younger sister.

 
Trauma.


.....It's an absolute nightmare.
I was on the first plane the next morning, on my way to rescue my children.

Where to Start?!? Welcome to my blog...

My life has gone a little crazy of late - and I'm on the hunt for peace.  Maybe this is not unique, but I love to look at cookbooks.  I even have a pretty good collection of books and magazines filled with what I am sure are all kinds of tasty things to eat hanging out on my kitchen counter!  Unfortunately, I am not the best when it comes to actually planning and carrying out meals...but as I was in the bookstore the other day (okay, it was yesterday!), searching desperately in the "Family" section for something that would help in our current crisis, I eventually put all but one of my selections back and drifted to the cookbook section.  I picked up a book, "Southern Living - comfort food a delicious trip down memory lane" and started to read, and it had me in tears.  That's when I got the idea for this blog.  
So here I am.  I want to try and make sense of my world as I work to become a better cook.  I want to show my family how much I love them from the food that they eat on a daily basis.  I want to redeem myself and my children from whatever mistakes we may have made along our journey through life, if that's possible.  Right now I don't have any specifics or timelines.  Maybe that will come as I go along.  For now I just know that I need to do something to try and get through this craziness.  
So here it is.  My experiment.  Can time spent in my kitchen cooking (or attempting to cook) good food help me and my family weather this storm?  Can I find the peace I am searching for as a mother, wife and independent woman, each in their own right?  I'll let you know!  Welcome, enjoy, and please be kind.