All These Places

Confession:I’ve been skirting the issue a bit on this blog. It’s been a place where I post about my self-discovery, my challenges, my bad days, my good days. And I’ve been so truthful. All of these emotions that I put on this page are gut-wrenchingly real. At least they are real to me. But while I’ve told you about all of these trees, I’ve never told you about this forest.

And the story, all of it, is that I am a woman going through a divorce; decided to separate, gone our different ways, however you want to say it. And that, my friends, well, it sucks. And while I will spare you the specifics, because to be honest, there are days when they don’t even make sense to me, I will tell you that I am going through a process of grieving. I have left a home that I lived in for eight years, and the man that I loved while I was there. Seven states and thousands of miles away is a life that I worked so hard to create and a pile of paperwork that represents its’ end.

My husband? Ex? Soon-to-be ex? Well, he would hate the fact that I am putting this on my blog. He might say that it was too personal and no one else’s business. And that was always one of our big differences. It’s not in my nature to hide what I am feeling from those around me. Because I am a writer and that’s what we do. We put down our feelings in hopes that others may understand. And in that process, we may even start to understand ourselves a bit more.

 On this blog, you will continue to read stories of struggle. There are stages of grief and recovery that I am facing and I am trying to own up to them all. One day soon, you will read stories of triumph. So bear with me.

The name of this post, Lifting the Veil, comes from the title of a paper that I wrote for my Creative Non Fiction class this semester. The professor asked us to write a paper detailing how Creative Non-Fiction was different from Fiction and my paper was about how in fiction, one wrote about what they knew but they could hide behind a veil where all was not exactly true. And in non-fiction, this veil is lifted. A writer tells their truth and in doing so, provides a bit of an answer for themselves and possibly for others. And this, my friends, is me lifting the veil.

You, my love, are an emotional fortress

And I will finally stop coming to your door with my battle rams

So go ahead, fly your flag

 Well done with this one

 I shall retreat and toss down my weapons

You might watch me from that top window

 Go ahead, dear, say your goodbyes

The kingdom is all yours again