No More Chameleon!
I haven't added an entry to my diary lately because I've been in a lot of transition and reflection. I am not even quite sure where to begin this entry because I've been having so many thoughts about so many things. Perhaps, it is best to begin chronologically. That goes way back. Way, way back. I almost want to begin in January 2004, when I married my beloved, Michael. But it actually goes back so much further than that . . . . to my first marriage.
During my marriage to my first husband, I began and completed my education. It was during the education that I began to catch a tiny glimpse of what my future could hold. As a Marriage and Family Therapist, I looked forward to helping people change their lives for the better. But first, I had to change my own life for the better. Along about the time my training ended and I finished the licensing process, it became very clear that my first husband was unwilling to do the required emotional work that would allow us to maintain a marriage that was alive. When I left that marriage, I left almost fourteen years of being belittled by him (and in some measure by myself because I had to have agreed with him to stay, right?) and really began the work of re-building my self-esteem. In fact, the therapist I had already been working with for a year had this to say during my first session after leaving the marital home and moving back in with my parents: "Good. Now we can get the real work done." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, he replied, "Everything we have been doing up to this point has been to get you out of that marriage that was killing you. Now, we can start working on helping you heal." I had not even imagined that I hadn't even started working on myself until he spoke it! His comment really gave me pause.










