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Month: September 2015

I hope

I hope

Published by Yoli Kae Reynolds on September 30, 2015

As I sit upon the witness chair
At the judge I’m supposed to stare
Give my story, my heart I’ll bare
Beg for a sentence long and fair

Explain how hard it’s been to cope
May confess how I’ve turned to dope
Through words of emotion I will grope
Hold myself together, is my hope

I’ll tell of memories I hold dear
Then tell of what I now most fear
All his charges I dread to hear
When it’s over I’ll seek a beer.

I walk in numbness, dread and pain
The thought of seeing him again
Is nothing more than a mental strain
My love for him I need to explain

I just want to hold him one last time
Regardless of the type of his crime
My soul and heart aches and pines
knowing he may be away for a lifetime

Will they let me see him?
I hope
Will they let me hug him?
I hope.
Will he want to see me?
I hope.
I hope.
I hope.

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Are you ok?

Published by Yoli Kae Reynolds on September 24, 2015

“No, quite honestly, I’m not.”

No, I’m not ‘ok’, I feel like I’m packing for a funeral. Each day draws me closer to the sobering reality of the crushing heart wrenching soul agony I’ve been living in for the past 6 months. Saturday I will drive 10 hours. 10 hours to see my oldest child who I haven’t seen in over 6 months. Who I haven’t spoken to in over 6 months. On Monday I get the awesome joy (sarcasm intended) of witnessing the Court Martial of my first born child. On another day next week I have the grueling opportunity to listen to my daughter as she tells prosecutors and the judge everything he did to her. I never wanted to hear the details. She’s growing into a beautiful young lady. It kills me to know he took her innocence.  She knows what’s it’s like to be with a man. She already knows how to where a tampon for Gawds sake! She shouldn’t even be comfortable with wearing one!!!! 

Oh my gawd! I hold my chest, it aches. It pounds. It hurts. Tears (as usual) stream down my face.

I’m packing for a funeral. The veiwing of the body, then the burial of my own soul, as I listen to the details then the sentencing.

No. I’m not ok at all.

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A living hell

Published by Yoli Kae Reynolds on September 17, 2015

“Youre making my life a living hell!” He said as he turned to walk up the stairs.Two weeks ago, I petitioned for a court-ordered family intervention, in an attempt for him to get clean and go back to therapy. He now has to succumb to random drug testing and pass before he can get his driver’s license.

Yesterday, I sold his brother’s Camry, which has sat in our driveway for 2 years. TWO YEARS! Flat tires, a dead battery, and in desperate need of brake work. So he was also angry about that. Mad that it wasn’t given to him. He said a few other things, then told me I was obligated to buy him alcohol, and if I didn’t, he would drink mine.

“I make YOUR life a living hell??” “You call THIS hell? I provide you with food, a nice bed and bedroom to sleep in, I take you wherever you want to go whenever you want to go there. You call this hell?”

I tell you what a “living hell” is! Living hell is having a different son who is a child molester. Living hell is being subpoenaed to watch his trial and sentencing. Living hell is wondering what will be the next thing to set you, YOU, child of complaints, off. Will you try to kill yourself again to escape “YOUR living hell”? “Living hell” is wondering whether you will have the initiative to graduate from high school. Do you want me to continue? I can.

I have other complaints, other hells. Living hell is remembering the day my ex-husband held my 22-year-old son up against the wall by the throat and screamed in His face, “I hate you!! NEVER call me dad again!!” Because he wasn’t his biological father, even though he raised him from 6mths old. “Living hell” is remembering the time he threw my 3rd born son against the house, grabbing and twisting his shirt so tight a button flew off. “Living hell” was that day he threw the 5th born up against the fridge, suspending him in the air, holding him by the neck. “Living hell” is my life every time I have one of those memories…. It’s like reliving them all over again.

So, son, go ahead and explain to me HOW your life is a living hell.

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I have decided…

Published by Yoli Kae Reynolds on September 14, 2015

I have decided that I will just go ahead and have cry-baby break down.. In the court room. I know when I see my son I’m going to want to cry and weep and wail and even scream but instead I’ll just let the depression and the sadness and the months of darkness take over. I’ll let them have their way… I will let the tears flow. I will cry and not hold back. So this is my official, mental note to myself,  to buy some fucking Kleenex … because I am going to need it.

  

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My Writes

Published by Yoli Kae Reynolds on September 11, 2015

I have the write to remain sane.

Anything I say or do can and probably will be used against me at any given time.

I have the write to my own opinion.

If you do not like or accept my opinion, another one will be presented to you.

Do you understand these writes as they’ve been given to you?

I am “the Write to sanity”.

Pleased to meet you.

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QOTD

QOTD

Published by Yoli Kae Reynolds on September 10, 2015

There are people who want to make men’s lives more difficult for no other reason than the chance it provides them afterwards to offer their prescription for alleviating life; their Christianity, for instance.
Friedrich Nietzsche

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Why are YOU in pain?

Why are YOU in pain?

Published by Yoli Kae Reynolds on September 9, 2015

A friend asked me today, “what is hurting YOU? Why are YOU in pain?” She is a widow. His death was sudden, and she was left with 3 young boys.

Pain is common among many people.

I have learned that though the circumstances causing the pain may be different for each person…. The feeling and the depth of the pain are pretty much the same.

I walk into her house, look around, and think, “These people can not see the light, because light always surrounds them.” Then I have to fight back the jealousy and resentment. And I remember that for those of us who live, linger, and remain in darkness …. the light always shines brightest.

I answered her question with my list of reasons, which are completely unrelated to her reasons…. Yet. We share something in common… Pain and single-motherhood

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As The Day Approaches 

Published by Yoli Kae Reynolds on September 4, 2015

The time is soon approaching.
The court Martial and sentencing of my son.
I remember our last conversation…
He called me to tell me he had been arrested, but didn’t understand why.
I told him that his sister told me everything.

That was 6 months ago. He has not called me again since he found out that I know the truth.

I have been an emotional wreck. I’m having to be strong for my daughter, yet this is my son… My other older children ask me if I’ll ever contact him…
This is my response: “he is my son. I will always love him, but his crimes have forever changed our relationship.”
As the day approaches I envision seeing him in that court room…with his head hung low…no eye contact made…
I have no idea if I’ll be able to stay strong. No idea if I’ll start sobbing as if it were a death – Gawd knows that’s what this feels like – no idea his reaction or my reaction.
I just want it to be behind me.
But
As the day draws closer… I want to write him a letter… Just to remind him that I still love him.

  

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Backside of the storm

Published by Yoli Kae Reynolds on September 3, 2015

Have you ever noticed how beautiful the BACK side of a storm is? The clouds are completely breath taking.

I’ve lived over 20 years in the region of the U.S. Considered “tornado alley”, and it’s always amazed me when I see the back side of a storm system. 

The more beautiful the clouds, the more severe the storm. 

There is a common phrase, “you are either entering a storm, in a storm or leaving a storm” (storms of life).

Not long after my divorce  I entered into one of the worst storms I have ever faced. It’s the kind that tears families apart. Destroys people and their emotional system …and more. We are still in the middle of this storm. Each day presents a different challenge, but at least I have the hope that  on the back side of THIS storm, it’s going to be BEAUTIFUL! 

  

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July 17, 2015

Published by Yoli Kae Reynolds on September 2, 2015


What I want

I always said I was an independent woman. That I could take care of myself, etc. although this may be somewhat true it is also somewhat untrue. Everyone has an independent side to them, not everyone is capable of taking care of themselves. Oh yes I am capable. But what is hidden beneath the layer of my untruth is that I’m not as independent as I claim to be and I do not enjoy taking care of myself. I want to be cared for. Taken care of. (I’ll explain shortly what I mean.)

I said those things as self-preservation statements. They were to protect myself in attempt to not get hurt. They are cover statements to make myself look good, not needy and dependent. Yet lately, while I practice independence and taking care of all household responsibilities, I am realizing those statements to be untrue. 

Less than a year ago I joined a dating site. In my bio it talked about how independent I was and how I wasn’t looking for a marriage or father etc…because I did not want to attract another asshole who preys on weak needy women. I wanted to find a nice guy, and indeed I did, but now I feel like I’ve led that nice guy along. Led him to view me as someone I’m not. He was seeking an independent woman. He thought I was that. 

This past year has brought many struggles and tragedies to my family, but one thing it’s also brought is my need to find out who I am, and what I want.

1. I want to be provided for. Call me old-fashioned. I don’t care. But for 24yrs I lived in poverty because I chose to stay with a man who refused to be a financial provider for his family.

2. I do not want to be the one who is responsible for paying the bills. I have always been responsible for paying all the bills. I’ve always been the one who had to stress out when money was short.

3. I want an “allowance”. I do not want to be responsible for the management of the finances. Oh my god this is way to stressful. I want to be given a said amount of money (budget) to do grocery shopping etc.

4. I want a loving man who will love my children. I didn’t say I want a father, but a guy who cares about them as much as he cares about me because they are mine, and an extension of me. 

Do I want to get married again? I don’t know yet, but to the right man I think I would. To the man who makes me feel safe, loved, beautiful and cherished. 

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