Open letters to my 3 loves…

It’s said that we fall in love with 3 types of people in our lifetime. Who really knows how true it is, each person is different, some will stay in the first, some in the second, and some (many) will have their 3 loves. I have to say, I’ve met two of them so far. These are my open letters to my 3 loves.

AN OPEN LETTER TO MY FIRST LOVE
September 6th, 2014

Today him and I officially gave the news to our family, which we had been putting off for what we thought was a “better moment”, considering there’s never a right time to give this type of news. Some took it well, and other’s not as well… I know there’s a lot of confusion and questions that people have, and I really can’t give all the answers.

The other night I read an article on the Huffington Post called “An Open Letter To My Now Ex-Wife”. It was almost spot on to one of the biggest changes and hardest moments in my life. Which hasn’t been broadcast, but is really no longer a quiet topic. I wanted to do a re-write of this article…

***An Open Letter To My Now Ex-Boyfriend***

On August 7th, 2014 — It was the end of a 10 year relationship with my boyfriend.

It was absolutely the most surreal experience of my life. We had talked about ‘if this were to happen’ many times throughout our relationship because we knew that sometimes unexpected things happen, and that we wanted to make sure we were okay with it. We weren’t your average couple and no one wants to go through a bitter breakup. I didn’t actually believe that it wouldhappen. We talked about it for a very long time, even made light of the situation while processing the decision. We were very close to getting engaged in October which would have been our 10 year anniversary . We will in some way always be a part of each others lives. You are completely different people when you go from 14 in a small town to 24 in a big city. I believe that this age is too young to be married and starting a family, as I saw that life ahead of me, I knew I needed to do this. It was the fear that held me back for months. I feared life without him. All I’ve known for the past 10 years is HIM. Living, laughing, crying, feeling. I’ve never been more afraid of life by myself.

  • I can’t begin to say what you deserve for putting up with me

You were what made us work. The changes and the person I’ve become was all due to you. I wouldn’t change any of that. I feel that I owe you so much in this life because you have given me everything I really ever wanted in and from someone. I’m a complete pain in the ass. I’m loud and obnoxious, I pick fights for no reason, I make all situations overly complex, but you always supported me, loved me, took care of me, and did your very best to make me happy and I AM and was. “Your stupid face makes me laugh” (our joke).

  • This was the right decision, right now

The future is unpredictable, but you know better than anyone that there’s possibility for anything. I don’t know where we’ll be in 5 or 10 years, all I know is that we’ll still be by each other supporting whatever it is either of us is doing. But in this moment in our lives, I know this decision is right, right now.  Neither of us wanted to end up married, with children and going through a divorce.

  • You are my best friend and I want you to be happy

One thing that I know won’t change is our friendship. You are my best friend, you know me better than anyone, better than I even know myself. I’m so fortunate and happy that we can remain this way. I truly want happiness for you, and if/when you find another love, I’ll be right there supporting you and happy for you.

  • I will never stop loving you; I would do it all over again

From beginning to end, I won’t ever stop loving you. I could try to tell myself that it would be for the better to learn to hate you or remove you from my life, but you are the best person that I know. Selfless, genuine, considerate. You do all that you can for everyone else. If I had known 10 years ago that this is how we’d end, I’d gladly do it ALL over again. We’ve had countless moments that I cherish and I still hope to make many more.

  • I’ll always be here to help you with anything that you need

This true coming from both of us. I know that you’re really waiting on me to call the next step , that I’m taking this harder emotionally and that I’m so emotionally sensitive that I often lose my cool. So I know that whatever I need, you’re still always going to lend a hand and help me out. As I will do for you.

The emotions, the feelings, the difficult parts of a breakup are all so real. I saw my life very differentlyback then, that doesn’t mean I don’t still have that older vision. But my vision right now, see’s us going through this. Not everyone can understand it, and that’s okay. Because this is about us, not our friends, family, or anyone we associate with. It’s about me and him and we are doing exactly what we need to be doing.

The hardest part is that feeling in my gut that wants to hold you, hug you close, cuddle, kiss you, and do all the same things that we always did and that were such a habit… I have to stop myself every single day from crossing that boundary of being “just friends”, it makes my heart ache and brings tears to my eyes…

I love you, but I am not in love with you,
C.

AN OPEN LETTER TO MY SECOND LOVE
December 3rd, 2018

On October 13th, 2018 — It was the end of a 4 year, on and off, long distance “semi” relationship… better known as, my second love.

It was a heart dropping feeling, like impulse crying I couldn’t control. We were something I barely talked about because no one else would understand it, no one else really did understand it. Most people probably had no idea. But for 4 years I was in love with an intoxicating human who had many faults and baggage. I constantly felt the need to overlook them because he was “worth it.” The highs were incredible highs and the lows have always been wrenching at my heart, the worst of the worst lows. We did the lies, the deceit, the hiding. And never getting the love I knew I needed. This is the one I wanted so desperately to work out.

It never mattered how bad it was for me. It didn’t matter the amount of wrong we might do to one another. I was determined to fight for this. He has been my drug, and one I knew I only need a little taste to completely relapse.

“Our second love can become a cycle, oftentimes one we keep repeating because we think that somehow the ending will be different than before. Yet, each time we try, it somehow ends worse than before.” 

  •  I can’t begin to say what you deserve for putting up with me.

We went through a lot of sh*t. I’ll admit there were many times I was selfish and childish. I had to have things my way and I would pick fights with you for no reason at all. There were points where we were just arguing every single day, and I think you really started not to like me. But you stood by me. You would make the time to talk to me. You were my punching bag at times, and I’m not proud of that, but you took it.  I am a pain in the a*s, always have been, always would and will be.

  • This was the absolute right decision, right now.

There were mistakes made and a confusing amount of gray areas for us. So many factors contributed to how things ended, but I have to say, my brain knows this was right for us. My heart does not. It felt wrong, and deep down I wished so badly it could have been different. I wanted you to change your mind and I wanted to change how everything went down, but I faced my mistake, made it, accepted it, and confessed it. I may not believe your choice was fair for us because we had really done this to each other, but in actuality it was right for us, right now.

  • You were my favorite person, and I want you to be happy.

From the moment I “met” you, the number one thing I ever wanted was for you to be happy. I believe you deserve it, and so do I. We made each other happy for parts of us, but there’s someone else out there who’s going to make you happy for all of the both of you. You became my everything, that person who knew every tiny little detail about my life. You challenged me and knew me better than I know myself much of the time. You pushed just enough and took more than you could. You made me laugh every day, and were my shoulder when I cried. All the personality flaws and physical flaws I saw in myself, you adored them. I would do this all over again, if I had the choice, because you were a wonderful person when I needed wonderful. You were comfort when I needed comfortable. You were darling, when I needed darling. 

  • I’ll always cherish what was, and if there’s a time you’re in need, I hope to be there for you.

It’s easy to say I’ll always be there for you, for anything you ever need. The reality is, if you walked back into my life, I don’t think I’d be able to say no or turn you away. But I don’t think you will, and I refuse to be back on this road, journey, or whatever it is with you… just that, I refuse to be with you. You held my hand in my toughest of times, and when I think back on some of my hardest moments, you were there. And I would love to do the same for you, if it came down to it.

I will cherish what we were, you’ll have that special place, because as I have been telling us for years that you and I were something really special, whether it meant we were friends, or more. We were something so very special in a unique and unconventional way. I believed it. I was right, because you did become a very important part of my life.

Lastly, I have to say, thank you darling. Thank you for all of those magical highs and hopes. Thank you for the time, effort, and thoughts put into me. Thank you for trying, and for any feelings you did have for me. I don’t think I’ll ever know if you loved me back, but one thing will always remain, you’ll always be my second love, and if it had to be anyone, I got damn lucky it was you.

Painfully having loved you,
xo, sweetness.

AN OPEN LETTER TO MY THIRD LOVE
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Original: July 18th, 2017. 

I’d once believed life was just a bully. One that I couldn’t understand because it had actually caused my family and I such pain and grief. But… once upon a time, I was a bully. And it didn’t mean I wasn’t good at heart, it meant that I had to go through phases because that was my path in shaping me to be who I am now. Life is just that… the high school bully who needed to be a bully in order to shape humans. Life as a bully, was me.. and I’ve come to learn, life as a beauty, is still, me.

For a very long time I had myself on a societal path of the “dream.” Graduate, big city, college, career, success, boyfriend, fiancé, marriage, house, children. Until I was twenty three and curiosity and wonder started to take over everything. I had only known very little, and experienced what was on my 5-10 year “plan.” I needed to find more, to push myself into the person I was to become. I had to find my life on this world, in this big ferocious city. I didn’t want to regret not taking chances.

I’ve learned more than I can keep count over the past three years. It has been the roughest, happiest, most adventurous, and self discovering years of my life, thus far. The first year started out steady and fresh. It was an entirely new world for me out there. I was quickly finding independence. Testing the waters, stepping out of my comfort zone, and making some really big mistakes. One mistake trickled into my second year, causing a lot of confusion and sending me down a road that I immediately got lost on. I spent that second year searching and constantly trying to find my way, never understanding how, why, or where I was. And then, the beginning of year three became my absolute worst nightmare.

This is where I met life, the bully. I didn’t even want to talk to life, be friends with life, because I was done with it. Had enough of life’s disappointment. I met Depression who planted the idea in my head that life was a total a*shat. Depression introduced me to its friend, Diphenhydramine, weed, and alcohol. For the first six months of year three, I found my escape from feelings, by turning to a combo of my new friends. I cured my anxiety with them, and forced myself to feel absolutely worthless with them. Because I didn’t give two sh*ts about who it was affecting or what people were thinking. I just didn’t want to feel that f*cking churning and twisting of my heart and stomach. Like my insides were being machete’d. I was irresponsible and reckless on multiple occasions. I frequented my new group of pals. Depression, would wake me up in the morning only to guilt me into staying, curling up into bed and disappearing from the world.

Life was a conscience in my head, somehow dragging me out of bed every day to make it to work, eat, and keep on breathing. I was in a constant battle with Life, arguing, and crying, and having breakdowns. Until the sixth month. A night in January where my recklessness put not only myself but someone I cared about in danger, that it shook me. I of course blamed life for this, thinking “it must be trying to teach me another stupid lesson!” But I very quickly realized, i was in the wrong. I let myself get here, by giving into the pressures of Depression and it’s friends. I knew I couldn’t do this anymore. That it was becoming more exhausting to keep up with this style. I had to,  I just had to pull myself together.

And the following months after I was seeing beauty in this world again, in people, in the air, in the water, in just about everything. I was feeling the negative energy leaving my body, and the positive energy flowing in. I was feeling relief. I was feeling a freeness that I hadn’t in a long time. The road that I was on, that felt wrong… that road that seemed lost, wasn’t that at all. It was the exact path I was supposed to take, but it wasn’t easy to travel through, and it was scary and unfamiliar. Naturally, I wanted to run from an unknown place. I wanted to be saved from difficulty. I thought that I “needed” to be picked up because of how tired I’d become.

What I learned and found was the most beautiful thing of all. A gift, from my nightmare. My brother had left me, and I believed that I’d be broken for the rest of my days because of that. I believed that I’d be angry with life forever because of this. But instead, he had set me free, he’d cleared my path, he gave me strength, and he showed me that life is the most beautiful thing in this universe. Life was not the bully I’d thought to be. Life is magical, life IS love. And we have to give care, we have to believe in it, we have to give it our all, we have to take chances with it, we have to feed it good energy, and positivity, we have to celebrate it, we have to breathe it, we have to live with it.

I was one to make up excuses for not doing something by saying that “I’m not ready for it.” But it’s taken a lot for me to finally come around and accept that, we’re never entirely ready for anything, even when you believe you are. No matter how much you prepare yourself for the worst, no matter how self-aware you might be. We’ll never be fully ready, but I think accepting you won’t be ready allows you to dive head first into the unknown, and that’s a lovely thing. Don’t be afraid of the climb or the fall, embrace the climb, and allow yourself to fall. You just need to take the leap, you need to dive in and go for it. It’s scary, and nerve-racking, but it’s worth it. Ready or not.

Here I come,
c.

Love is a losing game.

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Love is a powerful force in the universe. Love is not enough. Love has the ability to set you free. 

We’re all dealt unknown hands in our lives. It’s how we approach and choose to play the game that get’s us through what we’re holding onto. I have already experienced the worst thing that could ever happen in my life. Loss. The death of a loved one. And going through that has proved that I can face anything. I can endeavor and survive absolutely anything that comes my way. I hold onto this, especially as I allow myself to become vulnerable.

I am constantly learning every single day. About life, about myself. Ignorance is truly bliss. Because even when you feel it in your fibers, and your gut knows something isn’t right, you’ll choose to ignore it just to feel that “high” you’re on. You choose to believe in the best, the good, the thing that brings you the most joy especially when you’ve experienced little of it. And then the bad thing happens, and you think “I knew better.” 

I’ve always been a lover, I’ve always believed in love. Even in the times where I doubted it. Wondered if the kind of love I dreamt of existed. I recently experienced something magical, something I held onto deeply, and it filled my heart like nothing before. And I did sense a moment where things changed, where I knew it wasn’t going to end well. I ignored it, because I wanted to feel this bliss and because I knew there was so much beauty in what I had.

I don’t believe in “loving someone enough to let them go.” I just don’t. I think that’s justification for a person, so they can feel better about it. So they can tell themselves that they “cared.” I don’t doubt the love and affection given to me, I saw and felt it through actions. I also don’t think someone is awful or selfish for choosing to let go of something they no longer want or feel for. I encourage it. We’re all deserving of love and what we want in life, and shouldn’t settle. But I do believe in loving someone enough to FIGHT for them until you’re left with no choice but to let go. And maybe that’s naive, but I’ll hold onto it. That is how I love. I wouldn’t change that, don’t think I could change it if I wanted to. I’ve never been much of a fighter, but I’ll fight for love, without a doubt or hesitation.

Love is a losing game. From the moment you’re born, to the day you die. From your first love as a teenager, your best friend from childhood that you lost touch with in your twenties, to a marriage that ends in divorce, and more, and so much more. Love exists indefinitely, and loss is at every corner. 

Love may not be the most powerful force in the universe. It may not be enough. I promise, love is worth it, and it does in fact, have the ability to set you free.

xo,
c.

Heavy.

unnamedYour urn was as heavy as your chest felt when I placed my hand on your corpse lying in the casket. It was such a clear feeling I couldn’t forget. Tears were unstoppable. It was the first time I’d been with your entirety since. My heart twisted, and churned. It was like you were there, but in this bronze and gold, metal urn. I held you in my arms, cradled you, as if I were holding a newborn. Emotions of anger, sadness, and missing you swept over me.

The idea of keeping your urn in a home never appealed to me. Even when I’d had just a little of your ashes that I spread at Deception pass, it seemed so strange to keep those at home. But when I held your urn, it was different. I had felt a peacefulness in having you there. Somehow, it was the most bittersweet feeling; conflicting.

I made attempts to go through some of your things in the garage, just to feel surrounded by you. It was defeating, to say the least, but I found many childhood photos. I didn’t realize it, but I think you were my best friend growing up. Every photo, you were always by my side. Even when the photo was clearly meant to be me and someone else, you were there sneaking into the frame. When I was teenager, we fought constantly. I disliked you so much for all the trouble you’d get into. And then as adults, we’d barely begun. We grew up and I didn’t get enough life with you…

It’s only now, that I’m aware of how misunderstood you were. One of your dear friends once told me these exact words “He was misunderstood, but I understood him. And I will help you understand him too.” That weighs heavy on me. And maybe that’s why I so distinctively remember the heaviness.

I still bargain every now and again. Ten years of my life, for one more of yours. Any of my five senses for just another day with you, hell, take all my senses. A limb, for five minutes. Whatever variation is enough to give me a minute of your time. One hug. One time to say “I love you, thank you for being the best brother and unknowingly my best friend.”

While I’ve healed in some ways, and have found positivity where I can. I’ve lost myself in others. I’m fighting to find balance. Some look up and ask their deity for “strength.” While I still question my beliefs, I look up and ask you for strength, because I believe in YOU. That I have had no doubts in.

With strength,
c.

Disguise.

Maybe one of the most obliviously easy things we do.
Often times our first reaction. I have to actively work on trying to properly express how I’m feeling, but even then, it’s just for a moment.

It’s easy to disguise yourself behind social media. If we aren’t let in physically and mentally, we know what we see socially. The five posts about drinking with your gals, or the three Snaps with hashtags of happiness. But little does anyone actually know the thoughts and feelings a person experiences before or after those posts.

Maybe she’s at work, plugging away with smiles and professionalism while deep down her heart aches for her ill father. His cousin suddenly is diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer and had emergency surgery only less than 24 hours ago. It could be that someone she’s madly in love with doesn’t give a damn that he just broke her heart. Maybe he’s at his grandfather’s bedside, trying to make the best of the last moments that he can with someone who shaped him to be the man that he is. It could be that she lost her brother five months ago, and disbelief lingers every day. The girl who’s openly fighting an eating disorder that so many don’t understand. The anxiety they might face and resorting to medication to calm themselves. The countless nights she’s lying awake crying, wanting nothing more than a little comfort, a little sleep.

Sadly discovering how to keep feelings compartmentalized is not something to be particularly proud of. Don’t you think a lady wants to confess to her entire social circle about the person she fell for? The strange relationship that made her feel her worst and yet the shoulder and the comfort she turned to in her most fearful days. Sometimes we know we’re making mistakes, so we hide the addiction of it.

The things that one doesn’t know, because seeing them “check in” on Facebook, and post smiling photos of drinking, shopping, and normalcy is enough to the public. It’s enough to believe we’re all just fine. But it takes every ounce of energy, every single fiber of strength to keep that up without falling apart.

We disguise ourselves to avoid pity, sympathy, or lectures. Maybe even resist by nature. We disguise ourselves for many reasons, but our very own. Every person deserves the benefit of the doubt. We deserve to want to be heard and understood. There are stories to be told, but we’re unaware of the right audience.

Still, the easiest thing to do, even unknowingly, but to instinctively protect oneself is to dance around in a disguise of happy tones, activity, and the face of social media. Somehow what we may find fake, that’s another person’s reality.

yours undisguised,
c.

Two years later.

10860112_379229798903984_1579363324_nOne year ago, I posted a blog about my first year being out of a long term relationship of almost 10 years. I’d explained the top three things I’d learned in 2015, and I thought I’d take this moment to do the same, except the top three things I’ve learned in addition this year.

First of all, the last three things from last year are still truer than ever. Love yourself, f*cking live, and accept the things you cannot control. The lessons I learn each year are to continue learning from and building from. They’re reminders. I can say I didn’t follow those as much as I’d hoped this year. I didn’t love myself enough, I didn’t live as fulfilled as I should have, and I sure as hell didn’t want to accept the things out of my control.

When my 10 year relationship ended, I have to admit I believed it was the worst thing. At the time, it was. It was the hardest thing I’d ever have to accept, admit, and follow through with. Like a lot of long-term relationships, I had my entire future planned out ahead of me with this person, and I’d never seen it any other way. It was scary as hell to leave the most comfortable and familiar thing in my life. It was scary to let go of something I LOVEDFear and stepping out of comfort zones gets the best of us. Little did I know, this year, I’d face the absolute worst thing in my entire world. I’d face the most heart wrenching experience I’d ever have to go through.

I’d never known pain, fear, discomfort, sadness, heartache, loneliness until my brother passed away… actually passed away. It still stings saying that because it’s hard to believe on some days. I’ve grown bitter toward those whose “hardest thing” they’ve ever had to go through is less than a death, and it’s because I’m irrational most of the time, so forgive me. Grief is real, and anger is real. I can acknowledge others around me going through what they think is a tough time, but in my eyes, nothing can even compare to death, as prepared as you think you might be, this is the worst thing.

Somehow, the worst time in my life has cleared my head to see parts of myself I used to be, and parts of myself that I want to be again. It’s reminded me of how beautiful life really can be despite the death that is a part of it. Every single one of us struggles. But instead of sulking in “the worst thing in our lives”, can you take a minute to seriously look at what’s around you and what you have?

I promised you my top three lessons of 2016:

  1. Practice patience. You know we spend so much time getting frustrated about the things you can’t change. Like the massive line at the Walgreens, and you’re on the verge of missing your bus, so you’re angry at the cashiers. Do you need to be? Miss your bus, there will be another one. That person you work with who you think sent you a rude email… probably not. Stuck in traffic, and screaming at other cars or honking your horn, oh totally because that’s getting you to your destination faster. Be patient with strangers and every person you encounter. You don’t know their life, and they don’t know yours. You’d be surprised, patience can go a long way.
  2. Be kind, and truly, whole-heartedly kind. I’ve wondered sometimes if being too nice is worth it. You know how good guys claim that the good guys never win? Well I think that’s false. Being kind to others isn’t meant to get anything in return, it’s about doing something good because it makes you feel good. What do you want to remember in 20 years, that you were a f*cking d*ckhead to the guy on the bus, over what? Or that you stood up to let someone elderly sit down, or that you shared baked goods with a stranger, or bought a homeless person a hot sandwhich on a cold day? Do random acts of goodness.
  3. Find the positives. Life man… it sucks total a*s sometimes. People can be ripped away from you suddenly and you’re left trying to figure out how to put the pieces together, but seriously. I can bet you’ve got a lot going for you. There’s a positive in every single day, you can find it. Whether it’s the latte you had, the orchids someone bought for you, the best friend in your life, a job, family. Those are all the positives you have to appreciate. Have your bad days, that’s okay. But I challenge you, find a positive in every single day of your life. Especially on the bad days, find the positives. They’ll make you smile, and it’ll make your heart happy.

Obviously, never stop loving and telling others you love them. Your brother might annoy you for no reason at all, but don’t forget to hug him and tell him you love him until the next time that you see him… you’ll wish you had.

Learning to love,
cece.