Monday, January 24, 2011

The Ultimate Betrayal

The wow factor of a man cheating has escaped me after I've experienced it first hand. The lesson learned from that is to never put anything past anyone, and with that in mind, if I ever encounter such a betrayal again, which I'm praying I never do, I won't be as devastated. My experience happened when I was 22 and was still trying to understand what all an adult relationship entailed; I was naive to the mindset of most men. But what happens when you have life experience under your belt, a marriage, 13 years with this man and two children? I ponder this question, trying to make sense of why someone would be willing to jeopardize all that has been invested and worked for for a night of passion or lust that can sometimes, regrettably, turn into love and complicate or even disturb a household.

I recently discovered the ultimate betrayal of a friend's husband. Turns out his affair was actually a three year relationship that resulted in this mystery woman believing that they lived together and were a couple; but the killer is that she recently gave birth and my friend, "his" wife, discovered her husband's secret life through this evolving and revealing branch of knowledge we call technology. After this discovery I wondered, were there signs of this before it was exposed? How does she feel about herself after learning that her husband was sleeping with and giving himself to another woman, who when was confronted by his wife, acted as if she was an after thought or not even a thought at all. The venom and disrespect that dripped from this mystery woman's tongue into the ears of another woman, a wife and a mother who has sacrificed everything for her family and to save her marriage, was astounding.

What do you do when you're faced with having to make the decision to disrupt your life that will ultimately affect the lives directly linked to you? Do you throw your hands up and kiss your blood, sweat and tears goodbye, along with the man? Or do you try to figure out a way to live with the decision he has made that has trickled itself and reared its ugly head into your marriage, your sanctuary, your space, your mind, your soul, your being? I know some women who have said they wouldn't think twice before walking out of the door, but we all can say what we would do until we are faced with having to make a life altering decision of walking away from a marriage. My friend is choosing to work things out with her husband, but in doing so I wonder if her choice is solely on the disruption of her family or her ego; her not wanting to let the other woman "win" or to have what she has worked so hard for. Is it fear of starting all over with two kids? Lack of self-esteem? What is the real reason? Only she can answer this and having made the decision to support whatever choice she makes puts me in a position to lay low, listen and learn; learn not to judge the next woman's choices and survival tactics, but rather have my eyes open to every possibility of betrayal when I hold the title and position of wife and mother. In the meantime, I'll be a listening ear to a woman, who like the rest of us, is only trying to find her way.

Trudi

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Naked Contemporary Art







Art makes for good conversation. You never really know what was in the artist mind when creating a piece and the message behind all art isn't blatant, there are pieces that are abstract and fun to analyze. These naked exhibits and portraits definitely send my brain into overdrive. Who could forget this Demi Moore Vanity Fair Cover, one I will be duplicating when it is my time to be with child, and I'm trying to understand this dog/human piece. Also, why is this Asian girl touching herself? Interesting. I have such an appreciation for art; I thought that these pieces were pretty cool, how about you?

Thursday, January 20, 2011

I wanted to cut him, but I cut my hair instead...


In a state of ambiguity and change, I woke up one morning with the feeling of needing to do something drastic to regain control. I wasn't acting out of character, well maybe I was, but not in a crazy, this broad has gone 51/50 on us type of acting out, but rather me not really understanding my feelings and what was happening with me or my relationship. I was starting to do things that I wouldn't have even dreamed of doing, there was a boldness about me that was starting to emerge and it scared the shit out of me. I didn't even recognize the woman who stood before me in the mirror, it was as if I was shedding old skin and coming into a newness that was un-chartered; I was coming to a turning point where I needed more, I wanted more and a decision had to be made, but I was too afraid to make it. Thoughts of fear haunted me like ghosts of the past and I needed to conquer it, especially since I believe in a God who isn't of fear.

Coming to the realization that I wasn't necessarily where I wanted to be with the man that I love wasn't easy to admit. Facing the truth about myself, my flaws and my growth also was challenging because you can start to feel like maybe you're out growing the person you feel deemed to be with, it happens, and since I was starting to have these feelings I had to question myself, "Trudi, do you want to dumb yourself down and go with the flow or stand for what you believe is true to you and not budge?" Battling these thoughts I woke up one morning and said, "That's it, CUT IT! I wanted it off of me." I needed to start fresh and anew within myself and cutting my hair was the first step in conquering my fear of letting go. I never in a million years would have thought that I would chop my hair off, but while I was in that chair, the lower my stylist went with the clippers the lower I wanted her to go. It was as if my hair was symbolic for cutting the bullshit out of my life and I needed this cut to be as low and funky as possible because I was morphing into that person, that person who wants to lay low, not have to open my mouth, but let my actions do the speaking for me. I needed to be that funky person so that if it came to having to let him go my swag wouldn't go with him.

I needed to know for myself that as long as I'd been with my hair I could let it go if I needed to, if I wanted to and if I could do that then I can also let go of a situation that seemingly was at a standstill. And since we were at a standstill that is what I did, I stood still and waited for the whisper to God to fill my ear to let me know my next move. I'm learning that all the answers aren't going to come right away and I'm relieved that I didn't have to let my love go and that we're finding a balance, a happy medium in our relationship that isn't compromising our beliefs as individuals, but instead, building our foundation and reminding us of why we're together and why we chose each other in the first place. The bonus in my transformation is that he got a new woman, a woman who is in the process of reinventing herself and is having fun in doing so. I was once told, "If you're afraid to let him go he's already gone, it's just a matter of when he leaves." I've found that in not being afraid to let him go, I didn't have to.

Trudi










Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Inspiration...


I know that I've been on a hiatus from writing on my online journal and I didn't realize how much people enjoyed my thoughts and creativity until I was encouraged by numerous people to get back to it. One friend left a single sentence on my facebook wall, "Journal it... that is all." I've stepped away from my writing, at least on here, because as life often does, it consumed me with road blocks and the monotony of everyday routines. I've been swallowed in this fast pace New York City life.

Recently, I've been inspired by my thoughts and feelings both anger and happiness. I find that writing about my anger and things I question is extremely therapeutic for me. The reason for this entry is to let my readers know that I haven't forgotten about them and also to remind myself that my juices are still flowing even if I did stumble upon writers block or and a lack of inspiration. In the entries to come I'll have stories about love and life and what to do when you don't have all the answers, what to do when it seems as if everyone else around you does and how to find your way through this happy, joyful, exciting, breathtaking, painful, gut wrenching, sad, angry and sometimes ambiguous journey called life and love. It's almost as if a spark has been lit inside of me and I have so much to get out. So please stay tuned as I share the stories of those around me and even some of my own. I want to be a voice for people who don't have the courage to talk about their pain and to let people, woman especially, know that they aren't alone in this. "My pain your entertainment." -JayZ

Trudi