I guess I owe words to everyone who have been reading and posting. Firstly, I will apologize for the absence for the last few days, not just from the blog but from the overall community. Where to start, where to start. For me, the last few days have been the hardest that I’ve been struggling in most recent times, I will be honest I haven’t been able to keep up with working out alongside the P90X work outs. I am a person who is not easily overwhelmed but when it happens – I tend to have a hard time finding the strength to really function properly. Am I a depressed person ? Normally, yes – yet when I find myself around Elisha, its so hard to be miserable, not for the account of acting differently. Its just that she somehow rids me of my misery, I don’t have to act around her, I just simply am. Do I act ? Yes, I think we all do. Myself, I act very differently when around my family. I mentioned before that I am a self harmer, and its due to that negative coping mechanism on my part that I have a hard time functioning – some of my family knows and some of them do not. Either way, none of them really understand just how hard things tend to get for me. I don’t think everyone really understands just how hard on myself I get, I do make excuses for myself, I try to justify everything but more so than anything – I try to give excuses to those who treat me poorly and I accept it. From the P90X Kenpo X post until now, my family have been preparing for my grandparents fiftieth wedding anniversary. It has been really stressful on me since I’ve been the one that everyone seems to have apparently nominated to get things in cleaned up around the house. So I spent a day moving office furniture out of the back room so that a carpet can be installed, to which I hurt my back on it, I tried to say no but, to which I was berated, and well, like Elisha would say ‘ I caved ‘
Which brings my thoughts to another subject, the woman that I love – Elisha. From the writing of P90X Kenpo X until now she asked me a question, to move over to the States with her, and her family when they came to visit for my grandparents fifteith wedding anniversary. With that question brought force the most difficult thinking of a long time. To some it’d be easy, yet, for Elisha and I – things are very difficult. We live two and a half hours away from one another, but that two and a half hours is seperated by an international border. She is American, and I – Canadian. We found one another on the internet, started chatting for hours without exhaust, and then met – not long after having started talking with one another. That first moment I met her, I just knew that my life with her was about to begin anew – if I’d let it. I’ve been under the stress from others, who’ve said that love will get you so far but then you have to be realistic, that love can’t keep a roof over your head, or food on the table. I’ve believed that, and I’ve let that thinking rule me, I’ve believed my family, and in all honesty, that’s how I was raised to believe that money is required for everything. In preparing for the wedding, I’ve been working in my family’s delivery business, and for years I just really was able to take the bit of money that I needed in order to get by month to month – year to year. It wan’t until April that I actually started to get paid, and I thought that things would change, especially with getting a steady income, finally. I worked hard, I made it through the month, Elisha worried, and yet, I found accomplishment from it, I was about thirteen hundred dollars richer, to me that was something, since I’ve never had that much money really, that in years I’ve never had that much in my pocket. I felt so happy walking around with a thousand dollars in twenty dollars bills in my pocket. I mean for the wedding, it’d help pay so much, it’d help so much for starting out our lives together since she is young, and I – well, I have just been too trusting of my family. Most of it has been my fault, since I just didn’t really care, I didn’t really care about much until I met Elisha, then I just started to figure out things, I worried about things – I had to get my life back together. That was my main focus, to get my life together for the benefit of her, so we could be together. I’ve felt that I’ve needed money for the last while now, that I’ve put a rift in our relationship because of my male pride – I didn’t want to move over to the States to be with her if it met having her work to take care of me, if it meant having her family take care of me – with me to only do small odds, and ends around the house for family, and friends. I mean what kind of a man I kept thinking would I be if I just picked up to move there, so that Elisha would work hard to take care of us, to work hard to take care of expenses – I want to contribute, I want to be a Man, I want to take care of my responsibilities, and her family has been so accepting of me that I’ve just been a moron. My family, they just feel like Elisha is taking me away from them, but, their biggest problem with Elisha, and I getting married is that I want to leave their business behind, that I want to make a honest wage, that I want to have a secure, and stable job, future, life for Elisha and I. I’ve been so damn lost, since all this stress I’ve been struggling with, I’ve been keeping with myself, because I have to deal with this – to me this is life. I’ve always coped, and dealt in my own manner – which if a person looks at my arms – you’ll notice that I’ve been unsuccessful to cope and deal with it for years. I’ve managed to stop pretty much cold turkey from causing myself harm, and soon it’ll be a year, a whole year that I’ve struggled with life, that I’ve been happy, that I’ve managed to cope with life – better than before.
Then today, Elisha went home . . . . without me. I’m an emotionally wreak. I’m devastated, I came in the house in tears, I went to my room, and cried. I haven’t meant to put such stress on her, to have her give me her heart so that I can keep getting her hopes up, to only have them let down. She cried so hard this afternoon when it came time to say good bye, that just thinking about this afternoon I’m starting to fall apart again. I’m sure some people understand, but my family – they don’t understand how hard the distance is on us, how hard things are on our hearts. I’ve been idle by in hopes that my family would give me the money that I’ve worked hard for, that I’ve been trying to reclaim, in the excess of ten thousand dollars. Elisha wants me to walk away from it, but this is money that can pay the four thousand dollar expense of me immigrating to the United States, it can be a big stake to pay the wedding expenses, and most of all – it can help to get our life started – together. How do you walk away ? How do you forget ? But mostly, how do you walk away when you know if you walk away before the wedding, some of them will go to your wedding but two people – the people who raised you, would be so hurt, they wouldn’t go to the wedding ? That’s been killing me, how do I walk away from them knowing to do that – they will not be at the most important day in my life, the most important day in Elisha’s life. I’ve been falling apart, and with stress things only get harder for me, I have such a hard time dealing with stress. Yet, from the P90X Kenpo X post until know, something even bigger has changed, I may be a father. I know Elisha will read this, and get upset since we just don’t know fully yet, she took a test, and it turned out negative, but her family, her mom, and grandma both of which I love dearly – think that I may be a father. In all fairness, I am not upset by this, but I am taken by surprise by it, I am anxious, I am happy, I am sad, I am worried, I feel guitly, and I feel lost by it all. I am trying to make sense of everything, and I found that writing it all down, makes me feel somewhat normal since I am dealing with all my stresses in a manner that doesn’t take it out on myself, that doesn’t put me at risk. This is just my kind of way of feeling like other people, feeling somewhat normal – when a lot of the time I just don’t. I’m just trying to explain where I’ve been for the last few days, whats been up, not trying to make excuses but to explain to all of you – my friends – whats been going on, where I’ve been, why I’ve just felt so lost. When I was told that I may be a father, I have been going through all the motions of my daily routines, so lost in thought, especially since we are so far apart from one another, I’m not much of a support for Elisha, in her daily life. I can’t do the simple things with her like hold her at night when she is not feeling good, we can’t comfort one another – because I make things so damn hard for us, I’m the one who can’t get it out of my head that to be together will involve sacrifices, but in all the time I’ve been preparing myself to be without family, I just can’t bring myself to possibly say good bye forever to them, since I feel – and I know in my heart that I will be disowned by my grandparents the people who raised me, for leaving the business behind to move on with my life, to put myself first instead of them like I’ve been doing for the last five years. Today, I finally made a decision that I will be starting to gather up my personal belongings, and packing it up so that I can move my essential things so that I can be with Elisha. She wanted me to leave today with her, but I just couldn’t . . . I put my family first . . . again – instead of her. What in God’s name am I doing ? I’m such a damn idiot, and I’m sorry to everyone. Will I get back to P90X ? Yes. And right now, I’m just starting to hurt again, my head is aching, and my heart it feels like it is breaking. I am sorry to all of you. I am sorry to everyone, even to you Elisha – I am sorry for making you cry, and getting your hopes up just to bring them crashing down.





