A life in embedded fear
I have been taken by my own emotions in the last few months, finally coming to a certain reconciliation with the fear that lives in me; it is just about time, when horizons of a good life are opening.
I could be so disturbed, to a level where good news is fearful news to me. My life has been in such a state of continuous avalanches that I don’t know anymore what normal is.
A decade of struggle of a fierceful divorce, with all its complexed issues. A man, a society, a husband, children, work, a whole structure that organized itself to maintain a living messed with fear.
Has it been the fear of encountered threats in a decade of difficulties and obstacles that seemed to have been systematically founded to maintain a status quo?
Or has it been a decade that stole away my life just a decade before?
A decade after a decade and my life is engraved inside fear that I have just realized caused by one man.
How come he has all this control over my existence? I thought the divorce with all its burdens is a breaking out of that fear. Being liberated from a monster that terrorized my life with a figure of a man.
Each time I think I broke out of that fear, I realize that he drags me back with horror.
For more than a decade of divorce, I avoided consciously to touch those thirteen years of marriage, except with horrific instances that made me reach to a divorce. I was consciously maneuvering myself, thinking often, why do I avoid it. It is true I could talk about things for hours. After al lit has been years of many hours that can be to the minimum described as bearable.
I spent years fighting the fear I feel towards him. After all I managed to get rid of him, I always ensured myself. But did I? Was always another echo of a sound that came to the back of my mind?
I have noticed that I have been trying to break out of this recently. I still enter there and run away as soon as the instances of fear surround me.
It is not just instances of the feeling. It overwhelms me. It scares me. I feel that there is no escape.
He is worthless. He is a total loss I keep assuring myself.
But he manages to scare me.
Why did I spend more than half of a decade in psychological counseling trying to explore my childhood, when my problem was so obvious? It has been that fear of him that has been suffocating me from the very moment he became the destiny of my life in fear.
I haven’t spoke to him since half a year. Except a week ago with the company of the kids. Ridiculously feeling victorious that I have spoken out my frustrated mind, towards what in a normal life would be just a normal act, of a father being responsible. Or whatever minimum of being a parent can be. Minimal is the contribution.
As I spoke to him today, in what a normal discussion should have been around in our case… regardless to what it was or what has it been. It was fear. I realized was so embedded in me.
I feared him. That fear a child horrified has in.
I found myself shedding tears in flaws I didn’t know how they were coming. I didn’t know why. I felt that old scared little girl cuddling herself into the corner of the room again … in me. …Embracing myself with non-stopping tears. Tears of horrific fear.
It has been fear all along.
I was maneuvering around it for the last decade. Exactly the same way I was maneuvering around living with him for a decade.
It is fear of something I cannot identify why it refuses to leave me. It is like fearing death. Fearing disease. No. fearing diseases can be avoidable.
The same fear that lived with me for more than two decades. Fear that marks my adulthood life. Fear that controls every step I take. Every move I make. Fear of a horror of a man that can be as unavoidable as death … fierce and cold. …Exactly like the evilness of death.
I always wonder how little fear of fearful things can effect me much … it is a life of fear in a disguise of a man once called husband.continues to terrorize my life…
A word of threat from a meaningless man … but yet has a living power of evilness and cruelty that can still terrorize my world in just a word…
I am writing all this … trying to challenge the fear he tried to impose on me today … about prohibiting me from writing about him.
Insisting in a way to still break that fear he viciously engraved in me..