Cold spring.


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I don’t know about other areas, but with the exception of a few warm, almost hot days, April and May have been exceptionally chilly, making jackets and sweaters necessary, even during the day.   Today was more like mid-November than mid-late May–overcast, rainy and only about 60.   It’s windy too, making it seem even colder.  Earlier this month, there was actually snow in some higher elevations (and this ain’t exactly the Rockies).   Two nights ago we were down in the low 40’s.   I’m actually running the heat right now.  It’s so fall-like I half-expect the leaves to start changing colors. It’s also been very dry–so dry there have been fires in some places, which is unusual in the spring.   My area is finally getting some rain, but it’s still not exactly warm.

The year 1816 is remembered as the “year without a summer.”  Temperatures in the northern hemisphere were much lower than average all that summer. The bizarre weather was a “volcanic winter” caused by the eruption of Mount Tambora in the Dutch East Indies.   While I haven’t heard about any volcanic eruptions and there’s no reason to think this summer won’t be as hot as always, right now I’m tempted to pull out the fall decorations.

I’m planning to spend Memorial Day at the lake, so I sure hope it warms up a little.

Yay me!

I just hit 100 followers.

Stay tuned

In case anyone thinks I forgot the last part of my story, I didn’t.

Later today, I’ll post the last part of my story (the years from 2004 to now), which will describe the continued psychological abuse my psychopathic ex husband visited on me and our children during and after our separation and divorce, and what it’s been like to try to pick up the pieces and find my voice again after so many years of being spiritually, emotionally and mentally “asleep.” I’m just beginning to wake up.
I should be able to fit it all in one long post. I hope.

Right now, I’m going back to actual sleep.

Update!

I know I’ve been posting a lot the past couple of days, but the novelty of blogging hasn’t worn off yet, and I’m having too much fun with it. I’m also off work this week without much else to do, tbh.

While it’s more fun to write about fluffy things like snow and blogging, I can’t let that stop me from getting back to the real work here and the reason I started this blog in the first place. It’s not much fun to tell my story, and brings up a lot of emotional garbage I don’t want to deal with, but I know that to heal I have to do that. Procrastination is a huge problem for me and I refuse to procrastinate any longer! I need to get it out on “paper” because it’s the only way I can process it and all the emotional turmoil that comes along with being a psychopathic abuse survivor.

I feel like tonight is a good time to write the next part of my story. Because my marriage to my psychopath and its aftermath lasted for nearly 30 years, there’s no way I can get everything that happened in one post–it will probably be in 3 or more parts, including what I’m going through today.

Hopefully I’m not posting too much for a newbie. I worry I might get boring. I wish I was getting more hits and had more followers! But I guess that will come with time. I have to work on being more patient among a lot of other things.

So anyway, expect a new post sometime very late tonight.

You can scroll down a little on the homepage if you didn’t read Parts One and Two (childhood through adulthood prior to my marriage). I think it’s important to read those first because my narcissist mother had a lot to do with how my personality was shaped as well as a lot of the bad choices I made later on trying to find the love I never got from the one person who was supposed to love me unconditionally.