A Friend of Bill’s

Before marriage, I was a great first date and interviewee, I could usually get a second interview, date, or job, regardless of whether I actually desired it for my self.  I was auditioning for parts, trying to get “chosen”, for and by people and things I often would not choose.  Possibly, a result of never having been chosen by my mother.

That was before my loveless marriage and divorce….when my  main objective was to just pretend I could give or be what was wanted and needed and be funny while doing so.  I thought that making myself usable might morph into being valuable or useful.  It did not. Continue reading “A Friend of Bill’s”

Much Love,
Magda Gee

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Life on Life’s Terms

After reading a comment by Jessica on my previous post, I did some pen on paper writing about my sister.  Thank you, Jessica.  I concur, it is time for “the shift”.  The shit happened–so the shift can happen.  My sister happened– is happening– will continue to happen.  Because there is no solution to her, she is technically not a problem, so much as an unpleasant fact.  Problems have solutions.  Unpleasant facts are for accepting.  I want to live life on life’s terms; this is what spiritually mature people do.  As one who is striving in this way, with a long way to go, I must engage the practice of acceptance– that she is an unfortunate and imposing (oh wait, that is not wholesome)  term.

So, just for today, one day at a time is the only way I can survive, I will not detail her actions, assume to know her intentions, or outline the effects.  I have a higher power and– it is not how I feel about her…though I have surely allowed it control over much of my thinking.  Recovery teaches me, that I may not have control of my first thought, but I do have a choice(control) over my second thought.  I must choose recovery over anger.  Recovery does not waste energy and time rehashing or taking other people’s inventories.  That is not how or who I wish to be- and living that way does indeed come at the expense of living my best life; being fully present for myself and my children.  I want something better for us, all.  I want to match my intention with action.  To intentionally(shift) focus on my own healing, though often it seems hinged directly to some necessary transaction between us(my sister/mother((they are a single entity)) and myself) for which there really is no US.

Today, I choose more wholesome thinking and being and I will pray for the discipline to abandon old and sick urges to react and to retaliate.  I am an expert at trying, a total badass!  Thank you, Jessica!  You are WBA 100%.  Thank you for teaching me.   Motherhood and Recovery are my two greatest blessings.  I choose to focus on and enjoy my blessings….but just for today.

Much Love,
Magda Gee

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Loving Myself, Unapologetically, and Without Permission

After last week– which required two vet visits, paw infection, antibiotics and a cone(to scrape the freshly painted walls) for one of the dogs, two pediatric visits, one for bulging ear infection and the other a fractured wrist, a stomach bug, while in mid escrow on TWO homes, transitioning jobs and a super fucked up family arrangement in which my female sibling offers the option to betray me to my ex-husband, who for obvious and unspeakable reasons, seizes the opportunity, Continue reading “Loving Myself, Unapologetically, and Without Permission”

Much Love,
Magda Gee

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The Shit Before the Shift

Waking each morning already engaged mentally in conversations with my mother pains me, unsure if we have ever really had an actual conversation, in which we were both fully present and engaged with each other. All of these mental dialogs (Me pawing again and still at my mommy for love) center around me trying to get seen, heard, validated, accepted, instead of silenced, dismissed or banished- always intense and strained and white knuckly, with the two of us in agreement on only one thing…I am and have always been the source of the “eggshells”, tension, misconduct, and harshness of those with whom she feels close.  My recovery illuminates for me, the untruth of this sentiment and I can no longer abide.  The shit has to happen before the shift can happen.  The fall before the rising.

What is also odd is that my father, who passed 30 years ago, rarely enters my mind.   I am touched occasionally by only shreds of distorted memories of fighting and weird little gifts and gestures, both of which meant the world to me in the moments in which those things bound us. What were we doing between the gifts and the fighting?

I wonder how much time is needed to grieve all that was and will never be. I wonder why I am the only one to fully experience the gravity of this….I guess it is my job to foot the bill for all the damage caused by my unfortunate existence. Actually, fuck that. I recently heard that the scapegoat is the one who cannot keep quiet and endure all of the brokenness in a system that demands you to keep quiet and endure. I am officially unapologetic for having held that role. Because of THIS, I get to live and parent differently from all of those with whom I am genetically linked who adhere to the codes of silence, blame, shame, triangulation. Continue reading “The Shit Before the Shift”

Much Love,
Magda Gee

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We Don’t Have to Feel Starved

On Saturday before Braziilian Jiu-Jitsu Class, we stopped for Chick-Fil-A( a huge treat, right?). My older son took one bite and said “I don’t like it”. Will you please make me burgerS with avocado and tomato when we get home from class? And this is how it goes. I always offer my sons foods they like, maybe not their favorites or the thing they are currently in the mood for, but never “offer” the two choices of: NO food OR whatever I provide you, regardless of what feels palatable (and with a
generous serving of shame and guilt for what a pain in the ass you are)…no matter the inconvenience.   Sustained hunger, for us, creates difficult energy and unnecessary stress.  The boys had a playdate scheduled straight from BJJ. S2 was ready because he ate his Chick-fil-A. S1 returned home with me for burgers with avocados and tomatoes.  (Note:  I totally get that what tastes delicious on one day may turn my
stomach on a different day, makes no sense, and yet—it is true.)  Totally unreasonable things are often true!!! Have I mentioned my sister and my ex?  Ach!  Anyhoo,There is ALWAYS a third, often less convenient and totally doable way.  Anything for my boys, within reason.  Letting anyone of us become too hungry is guaranteed discord.  Who needs or wants that?  We can fight about so many other things, but not this.  I choose the relationship over being food boss. Continue reading “We Don’t Have to Feel Starved”

Much Love,
Magda Gee

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