lunes, noviembre 25, 2013

A Frozen Heart

“Just remember, in the Winter

Far beneath the bitter snow

Lies the seed, that with the sun’s love

In the Spring, becomes the rose.”


"The Rose", Amanda McBroom


Though it’s still Autumn in Mexico, the weather has been very cold for the past three days (in the North), with cloudy skies, drizzle, and an unmistakable wintertime feeling in the air. Time to take out the raincoats, sweaters, scarves…  I find myself drinking more and more coffee, and an urge to eat cookies and/or bread with is ruining all the progress I had made at losing weight . To make things worse, I had finally taken up to jogging in the park every other day, but the weather’s been so harsh that I’d rather stay home.
But I guess the early Winter not only is in the air – it’s come to my heart too. I’ve realized that my heart has frozen. I can’t hardly hear the beating now, but I know for sure that it continues to beat. And I can’t think of a single reason, but I feel very tired. I don’t sing. I’m irritable. I find it very hard to tolerate people as they are.
I dream of being very far from here, living in a place where I can hear and smell the ocean every day. Start my own business. Get out of my comfort zone. But I continue to be here. Sometimes I feel like I’ve been living far too long in the same place, walking and driving by the same streets over and over again, seeing the same people, going to the same places. I think it’s time to move ahead but at the same time I’m frozen with fear of the unknown.
And I’m also tired of hearing that “happiness is within yourself”.
Perhaps this year has been a year of realizations and transformations, some of them for the better, but most of them for the worse. After more than three decades, I decided to speak out the resentment I had kept all those years towards my brother, because he never paid a significant sum of money that he talked me into borrowing him when we were very young. This happened during a family reunion, and most of my brothers and sisters insisted that I should forget about that, because it was “past”.
Much to my surprise, my debtor brother seemed bewildered and only responded that he didn’t remember that, how could that be?, and tried to make it look like I had invented it all. But it happened. Now he won’t talk to me.
Neither will my other sister. Out of nothing, she said she would disagree if my other brothers and sisters proposed me as the heir of my mother’s property upon her death, because, in turn, I would surely give away that property to the dogs or who knows who (meaning a man).
She went on to say she would rather propose one of my nieces, who has a retarded son and “suffers a lot”. I got very upset and told her that in the first place I wasn’t asking for my mother’s property, because I already have my own. And, in second place, her example of that niece as someone who deserved the property better than me was plain stupid and unfair, because that niece has a much higher income, a husband who also has a good job,  and she even drives a big brand new car, whereas I hardly afforded a 2009 model. “So you give me a better example!,” I said with an angry tone. We haven’t spoken to each other ever since.
At this point, I wonder if it wouldn’t have been better to keep that resentment in silence for the rest of my life. Anyway, it’s done and there is no getting back in time. Perhaps they will never talk to me again, and that’s very sad, but I won’t beg their forgiveness me because I only defended myself.

This year, with great sadness and a terrible feeling of impotence, I’ve witnessed the decline of my mother. She’s been my world, she’s been the strongest and most independent woman I have ever known, but time has changed all this and now she’s a fragile woman who forgets things and who needs more and more attention from the others.
Time went on passing by, day by day, so slowly that I didn’t realize that she who used to protect me, now needs my protection. In general, she has a very good health. Only the doctors have detected that she has had AF (abnormal heart rhythm) for several years now and that makes her a candidate for a major heart attack (she’s had one or two minor attacks, that have caused the loss of memory). Anticoagulants are often prescribed for this, but doctors have to take care with this because there's also a history of ulcers.
In the beginning I was very anxious and emotional, but somehow I've learned to take it easy and understand that this is the law of life. My analyst says the reason I resent the decline of my mother 
more than my brothers and sisters is because they already have a "substitute" for when she leaves: a spouse, daughter, son, etc.. but I do not have a substitute and realizing this at a subconscious level is what makes me more vulnerable.
 
Another thing that has been keeping me a little depressed is the realization that I’ve chosen my past romantic relationships based exclusively on my desperate need of company – and that’s the perfect recipe for failure. Soon enough, I feel miserable and I make the other person miserable too.
I feel very ashamed of myself, but that’s the way things are. Fortunately, this realization, however late, makes me feel sure that it won’t happen again. I won’t make myself miserable again, and I won’t make anyone miserable either. I’ll be stronger and wiser this time.
Having a chronic disease, the uncertainty of my future without a family of my own, without a spouse who can be supportive in time of need, makes me feel afraid. Mostly, this is what prevents me from being the rebel I once was, quit my job and move to a place like Merida to live my golden years.
Yes, it’s certainly Winter in my heart. But deep inside, I know that soon it will be Spring again.

6 comentarios:

  1. Ehhh?

    Weno si entendí un fiquito... oye que tal el frío en MTY aquí apenas hoy se medio sintió el frente gelido.

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  2. Compadre Bibis, así como dices existe el invierno, pero también la primavera, son etapas de nuestra vida, todas y cada una de ellas, las enfermedades de los seres queridos y al final, lamentablemente verlos partir es la vida y siempre será así.

    Tú no renuncies a tus sueños, ni te sientas triste por expresar tus sentimientos o resentimientos, desahogarse es muy recomendable, por que la neta se siente gacho traerlos metidos en el pecho y andar por esta vida amargado.

    Con respecto a lo de tu mamá, que te puedo decir que no viva en carne propia con lo de mi padre, es muy feo verlos decaer y vercomo el olvido se adueña de su mente, pero como te dije, son etapas que lamentablemente tenemos que vivir.

    No te aguites compadre, que no hay invierno que sea eterno.

    Saludos…

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  3. Mil gracias por tu solidaridad compadre. "No hay invierno que sea eterno", se queda grabado en mi corazón.

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  4. “Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”
    ― Edith Sitwell
    Maybe you are out of phase, but I know the urge to take the road, just that, out of the blue.
    I have a feeling that your are moving far away pretty soon, well not so far away but a very different place.
    Be happy

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  5. Wow, that's quite a lot to deal with. Maybe I can make a couple of suggestions. First, don't be too hard on yourself. You are certainly going through a tough time, and there's no need to make it worse by feeling bad about feeling bad. Life is a series of rhythms, sometimes you're just not going to be happy. So just go with it, and try to keep in mind that it won't last forever. Another idea is to try to do something for someone else. It sounds like you are providing a lot of love and support to your mother. Maybe you can do a little act of kindness for someone else too. When I'm feeling down, that often really helps.

    With regard to your brother and the money, boy, that's a tough one. Realistically do you think you'll ever get the money back? Because if the answer is no, then you can only lose. If it's not a lot of money, maybe you just need to let go. If it is, you need to have a one-on-one discussion with your brother alone, and not involve your family.

    And your family's reaction is one of the parts of being gay that's hard. Even if they say they accept it, and love you, at some level there's often a different set of assumptions. That's always a hard thing. Try to realize that that is their limitation, not yours.

    Meanwhile, don't lose sight of your dream. Just because you aren't willing to walk out of your job today doesn't mean you'll never be ready. Take one step at a time, and you'll eventually make it happen.

    Saludos,

    Kim G
    DF, Mexico
    Where I am very thankful to be here today, and to have made some steps toward repair with my BF.

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  6. Kim, I really thank you for your suggestions -- each phrase is truly profound and very enlightening. I promise to be less hard on myself, go with the flow, and wait for the right time to fulfill my dreams. Hugs!

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