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Thursday
Jan102008

The 16 year recap

Happy birthday to me.

Oh, it's not really my birthday, but it sorta is.

16 years ago, today, I did something brave. I did something I didn't want to do, and didn't know how to do, and didn't think I could do. I did the one thing that scared me the most; I had an independent thought. I had the very first independent thought I think I'd ever had before that day, and that thought and its subsequent choices have altered my life in a way I don't even want to think about. The alternative was completely unacceptable.

16 years ago today, I gave myself a window to grieve, to wallow, to hurt, and to let it all end. I gave myself exactly as long without that nightmare as I had with it, 16 years, to accept it, maybe forgive it, and to move forward.

16 years ago today I snuck onto an airplane and I left my mother, my family, my church, my friends and my whole world behind. I flew all day and landed one mile higher than I had departed and that moment when I stepped out of the plane into the snow and the dryness and the nighttime sky, my life finally began. I never looked back.

For 16 years I have been working through this thing, this running, this burying of anger. I have cried, I have dreamt murderous dreams in shades of red that I have never seen with my waking eyes, I have yelled and lashed out, and each day I have grown.

Today, I almost forgot about it. This thing, the very thing that formed me and made me what I am today, it doesn't own me anymore. It is a book that I read a long time ago. It is a nightmare after too much wine and chocolate. It is of almost no consequence at all.

I had 16 years with my family, and I have had 16 years without them. I hardly remember them anymore, and I don't miss them, and I almost never think about them anymore. I can't remember the smell of my mother or the sound of her voice. My brother and sister will never be older than 13. My friends will always have zits and braces.

I am totally ok with that.

Maybe tomorrow there will be more. You know, details. For tonight, raise a glass to the little girl who thought she could.

She could. And she did.

Reader Comments (16)

hokey, but happy (re)birth day. are you getting a car for your sweet sixteen?

January 10, 2008 | Unregistered Commentermommyismoody

Holy crap, Mr. Lady. That was intense.

January 10, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterHuckdoll

PS. Glad being raised to the little girl that could and did. Seriously.

January 10, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterHuckdoll

That made me tear up a little. Happy Anniversary. Strong women rock.

January 10, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterSue

*chink*

So glad you did what you did.

January 10, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterVeronica

Wow! I'm now intrigued, but glad you did what you did. You sound like an amazingly strong woman.

January 10, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterJenty

Of course you did. You are a woman of grit, and blood, and bone truth. Here is to you!

January 10, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterKelly

Such a bittersweet memory! I want to cry for her, but celebrate with you. Sounds like you made the right choice. Not many of us can say we did that at 16.

January 10, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterJenni

A toast to your bravery!

January 10, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterJo Jo

You have so much in you that admire and love. Best wishes to you, my bloggy girlfriend. I'll raise a toast to you, your courage, your devotion, your heart....

January 10, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterSecret Agent Mama

It was the hardest thing, and the right thing, and I am ever so grateful you did. You saved me from having a hideous normal high school experience. I would have *been* one of the aminals - yikes!

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Here's to broken cycles. May your children never need to be born again. Cheers!

January 10, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterPhotoMatrix

Wow - very intense and very intriguing. Sounds like you are a strong, strong woman. I'd love to hear more...

January 10, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterDon Mills Diva

Intense it was. My hats off to you and my glass raised. I stayed in mine. Tried to leave a few times but kept finding myself back for various reasons. 'Course, I'm still fighting my demons but I wouldn't change anything now.

January 10, 2008 | Unregistered Commenternoname

Wow. Just wow.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Lady. Welcome to the rest of your life.

January 10, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterdaysgoby

as we say in hebrew...Mazel Tov! Congratulations. Sometimes, we have to cut our losses, to save ourselves!

January 10, 2008 | Unregistered Commentersuchsimplepleasures

Sorry you had such a tough start to life, but glad you are celebrating your re-birth!!!

January 10, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterIrene

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