My Inner Child is a Stubborn Little Bitch

Well, she’s not really a little bitch, but she is pretty damn stubborn.  Most days, I adore that little girl with her you-have-to-wash-them-out-cause-you-can’t-brush-them-out curls.  But, she led me down a treacherous trail to a marriage to an abusive and narcissistic psychopath because he made it okay for me to be angry and she needed that.  She now leads me around to date after date looking only to realize her little girl fantasies because she needs them to live outside my mind.  It isn’t her fault completely.  She’s just a little girl whose unmet needs and unresolved anger shaped me and nearly allowed my assured ruin.

She missed out on the family life she wanted, the one she felt she had a claim to.  Maybe, she did have a right to an expectation of a healthy and intact family life, but she didn’t get it.  Certainly, not in the package she wanted.  So, there it is…she missed out and someone was going to get her what she wants – that someone became me.

As a consequence of my unsettled anger, I made choices and sometimes fell into situations I do not believe I would have if my extreme emotions had been explored and set free.  But, no one was watching my downward spiral.  No one understood or even saw the effects of their actions on me.  So, I coped as most children did in the 70s and 80s before therapy was commonplace, alone and on my own – just being and not progressing through the damage and grief ensuing from my real and perceived abandonment due to my parents’ divorce.

Not being shown how to work through my pain in a safe and honest place, I became ripe prey for someone who knew how to influence a person tethered to her daddy issues.  He made it acceptable for me to have anger.  He did not help me through it of course.  That wasn’t his game plan.  Instead, he acknowledged it, which is all I ever wanted, but then he used it to exploit and manipulate me into believing he was all I would ever have and at least he wasn’t leaving so take what I could get.  He used my unreconciled past, among other things, to fence in the best of me.  And I existed and endured in that psychological prison for 21 years.

Since I put my freedom back on several years ago, the little one inside has brought up those unfulfilled desires.  She says, “Here’s my chance.  That maniac is gone.  Now, I can get what I’ve been waiting for all this time.  Let’s do it!”

But, she only looks out for herself.  I’m a means to an end for her.  She has all the gritty strength of mind and floods with optimism at the end of a select few of these dates while I get all the sorrow and disenchantment when things do not go according to her plans.  She’s – well, she’s a child.

I’m not angry at her, though.  I love her.  I really love her.  I know her pain.  I feel her pain.  Her pain is mine.  But, it’s in the past.  It’s not part of my present.  For me, it’s done.  For her, that’s all there is.

So, tonight, I will let her climb into the lap of my mind and I’ll hold her and stroke those stubborn curls as I try to persuade her though I may never be able to give her that which she believes she needs to be whole, she will never – not ever – be alone again.  And, maybe – just maybe – we can be whole together.



Daddy’s Girl

Past the age of blushing girl…
but the day the world went
black and white
not past the grasp of memory.
How long have I shuffled
the colors that come
until they fall into the
absence that is black
or the encompassment of white?
Always looking past the expanse of possibility
between right or wrong…
Discounting the countless maybes
between yes or no…
Steering clear of the
too many paths to walk
between one way or the other…
But the colors are persistent
and I’d like to streak my world,
glide past the limit
into the what can’t be known
and encounter what lies
in the rainbow middle.
A nod from you
sets my pinwheel to spin.
I can nearly see the colors
as I blow past the silver wind.
The color of your impact
bears no name—
but the truth that it survives
well past the close of youth
and survives so strongly
bears witness
that I am forever a Daddy’s Girl.

Holly Hobbie Undone

Holly Hobbie puzzle undone on the floor
O’Jays singing in the background
“She Used to be My Girl”
I used to be your girl
My name called
My heart broken
The end leaves me shaken
The end leaves me shattered
But you were unhappy, unsatisfied, unfulfilled…
The price of your happiness cost me too much
But never mind, as long as you’re happy now
Are you satisfied, fulfilled?
Did you find peace?
I became hopeless, sullen, fearful…
But never mind, as long as you’re happy now
The needle on the O’Jay’s album fits into another groove
Song over
Holly Hobbie puzzle undone on the floor