I thought I finished blogging for the night, but as I was working on the site, I found an entry from 1999 that reinforces and encourages me today. The entry perfectly correlates with what I’m going through with Marc now. I have to let him make his own choices because only by choosing do we find who we are to become.
The part that I did not foresee in my younger years as a mother is the fact that as hard as I’ve tried to raise my boys strong and smart, there’s always the possibility that their choices may cause them to become someone other than I had in mind. Back then, I didn’t realize that “letting go” could have a negative effect.
However, I am entirely certain that letting go is the right thing to do. I must allow Marc to make his own choices and then face the consequences of those choices.
It sucks. I think I knew it sucked when I wrote it. Here’s the entry: First Day of School
This entry is one day out of the journal I kept while I was still in the marriage. The whole thing, in order, is the book: My Abusive Marriage . . . and what i’m doing in it. Or read the first pages if you want to see whether it’s for you.