No Wishbones for Me

A facebook friend posted this quote: “Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.”

Good advice. But I think my wishbone is coming back. Or maybe it just never left.

I think I am foolish for wishing what I wish. My wish is the same as the day I started this blog: I want the four of us to be a happy, healthy family. I don’t want a divorce, I don’t want to divide my family. Our precious boys deserve so much better than this.

The problem is that I hate myself for wishing what I wish.

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I have this idea that somehow, after almost three months, I should be more solid in my resolve to just “end it”. I remember writing somewhere that the HOPE was what was killing me. Unfortunately, I still hope.

On the flip side, I have some ideas about what happened in court last week. I’m not going to share them here because, well, they’re my ideas and I’m going to consider them alone.

Well, I am embarrassed to tell people that the judge gave temporary custody to him. That judge's decision was HIS ALONE. A judge made the decision, not God.I’ve told Will that I’ll work through a financial consent order with him. But I’m not signing it until after we go through custody mediation on the third of May. I want shared custody at least, and if he won’t agree to it, then I’ll put everything on the line for the judge to decide. Finances, custody…everything.

Yes, I know the judge decided in his favor last time. Yes, I know it could happen again. Will doesn’t want to go back to court because of the hurtful things my attorney says on my behalf. Of course he’s hurt now in public – when I told him similar things in private, he didn’t care.

It’s the public persona vs. private persona thing.

The things his attorney says piss me off – they do. I’m hopping mad over some of the stuff his attorney has said. But I’m not embarrassed. Why? Because it isn’t true; I know the truth in my heart, and what I hear in court isn’t true. I’m trying very hard to leave it in the court room. What goes on in there is like a 30 second snapshot of an 18 year marriage in which NO ONE looks good. Well, maybe. I don’t know what picture the judge is looking at.

Well, I am embarrassed to tell people that the judge gave temporary primary custody to Will. THAT is humiliating beyond words. I cannot tell you how embarrassed I am to inform people of the judge’s decision. But that judge’s decision was HIS DECISION. He made it, not me. A judge made the decision, not God.

Never grow a wshbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.

I know I’ve been the best mother I know how to be. I know I don’t deserve to be sidelined in my children’s lives. I am praying and listening even though God’s voice is muted under the weight of worry and sadness I carry in my heart.

All I can do is keep moving forward. But I’m not going to sign documents with which I do not agree, and I’m not signing anything until Will agrees to shared custody. To me, shared custody means that we both live under the same set of rules. I don’t have to ask him for extra time with our children and he doesn’t have to ask me.  (We will, at times, request extra time for special reasons I’m sure.)

I’m sure I don’t have to explain to you how ASKING HIM for anything in relation to the boys contributes to his ability to maintain control. If Will doesn’t agree to shared custody, then nothing will be signed and the judge can choose what is to become of us.

I’ve got nothing to lose. The boys are my boys no matter how much time I have to see them. No judge can “take them away” from me, not really. And in about five years, the judge’s decision won’t matter anyway.

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About Kellie Jo Holly

Kellie Jo Holly passionately advocates against domestic violence through her writing and mentoring service. She loves helping women cope with abuse while in the relationship and supporting them as they leave the relationship and begin to heal. You can also find Kellie on Google+, Facebook and Twitter. You can buy her books from Amazon.

Comments

  1. newdirection says:

    That wish, for a happy, healthy, intact family, never truly goes away. It’s the way it should be, the way it’s suppose to be. The wish, however, is the thing that needs to be wrestled, caged, and grieved. It is a wish for you and your children. It is the wish that every survivor of domestic violence shares. That is how we get here. We take the fantasy and hope over the reality until we are broken, bruised and mentally forced into accepting reality. Maybe we are the most stubborn hopeful women there are. Every one of us stays and goes back for that wish. It is when we finally accept reality that we can let go it, and start dreaming again…of what a future could be without abuse. Replace that wish with that dream…I’ve started a vision book to do just that. Start dreaming about what life could be for you without the chaos and emotional drain of this abusive relationship.

  2. I like your vision book idea. I have been keeping mine in my head, but pushing it aside each time he alludes to “us” “we” or some distant reconciliation that could come about. I think I will start journalling about what life without abuse will be like. That way, I’ll know it when I see it!

  3. Praying for you.

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