The Beginning of the First Day of the Rest of My Life...

It was the Lil Pixie's first birthday - a milestone in more than one way.  A year of her life, a year of surviving a tumultuous family wherein she became a pawn, and the fulfilment of my promise.

Unfortunately, the Moron did not become the father I hope he would be.  No miraculous transitions into fatherhood occurred.  His value or understanding of love did not happen, and in my heart, my road was forged.

It began a very strange morning, being awoken by a phone call by the Moron's mother (the apple sure didn't fall far from the tree in this instance).  He got out of bed and took the phone call in the living room. I later learned he also got the Lil Pixie up and was preparing them to go to brunch with his Mother.

I had already gotten up with the Lil Pixie earlier, so was trying to get some more sleep - but there was something strange about the phone call. When I got up, I found the Moron trying to escape (again) with the baby, without telling me where he was going.

I felt different, braver, stronger, and dared asked him where he was going.  When he replied that he had been invited out to brunch with his mom, I asked why I wasn't invited.  Usually I am in the most avoidance of such confrontation, but something just didn't seem right, and with my new found boldness, I attempted answers.

It was winter, so it was just starting to get light out.  I made sure the Lil Pixie was dressed appropriately, as the the Moron seemed oblivious to such things.  Once again I asked why I wasn't invited, where he was going, etc. The Moron just utilized his trusty veil of non-acknowledgement (one drawn from his more immature arsenal of control tools) and was out the door.

I knew something was up... I just didn't know what...

Old Habits are Like a Comfy Pair of Sweats

Sometimes breaking out of what you are used to is like charging through uncharted territory. Like wearing something uncomfortable when you are yearning for that old pair of comfy sweat pants that seems to know your body, hug it, and give you that comfy, familiar feeling.

But that is what you have to do sometimes.  Step out of your ordinary.  Step out of those comfy sweat pants and break in a new pair. Habits are hard to break.  They are familiar and we know what the outcome will be - even if it isn't a happy one - we can at least visualize and prepare for it.

The unknown is scary.  We have no idea what the outcome will be - and our old sweat pants are just so gosh darn, comfy.  But sometimes those sweatpants just aren't working for us.  Sometimes we need to slap on some clean, new pair of pants and step out into the world - and try out new things.  Even scary things.  Like standing on our own two feet, and putting our brave face on, and pretending like we can conquer the world (even when we feel like mush inside).

Sometimes we have to grit our teeth and change old patterns and learn some new ones.  Better ones.  Ones that will eventually feel like our comfy, old pair of sweats in time.

The trick is giving it a try.  Then trying again once we felt scared and abandoned our mission.  Then trying again and again, just like the little engine that could.

That my friends, is how progress is made.  Rome wasn't built in a day.  And our lives don't get better or Moronfree in an instant.  Its a process.  But one that is worthwhile.  Grab a friend to help you along the way if you need it.  Stop and cry if you feel like it.  But keep on trekking - because I know you can.


Never stop believing that you are anything less than worth it, or that someone out there doesn't care.

Poll Question

DO YOU THINK MORONS CAN SHED THEIR MORONIC WAYS?

Well, another poll down, and sadly, no one believes that Morons can change their moronic ways.

You know what, I would love to hear that at least one abuser has changed their life for the better. Perhaps it would give me some kind of hope, for a world packed full of Morons.

And don't forget to answer the latest Poll...

Can a Moron Change it's Spots?

First off I want to thank the lovely ladies who attended the live chat we had last night in my BlogFrog Community. I was able to connect with a great bunch of ladies, get some great new blogs to follow as well as interact with fellow women who have been with Morons.  Since they are rather unoriginal characters, our former Morons were all very much alike and we shared some extremely comical stories as well as some great insights. Those who were unable to make it, I will be doing another one soon!!!

This actually is a nice segway into today's topic of leopards changing spots. Do Morons ever stop being Morons? I know it's possible, only because I am a believer. I believe in the intrinsic good in people. I believe people can overcome the largest of hurdles. I believe the world as a whole to still be a good place - despite the odd nut job. I believe if you want something bad enough, and work hard to get it, anything is possible.

However, a Moron's belief system and life code is not built upon mutual respect or building up of one's partner. Morons are all about dominance and tearing down one's partner. Moron's crave power and control, and unless something extremely drastic changes in their lives, and they let true love into their battered and black little hearts, than no transformation can occur. And this takes a lot of work, and self work is what the Moron shies away from the most. Funny how the Moron keeps running away from himself and never gets away???

So what makes a Moron a Moron is the old nature vs nurture debate. I instead, choose to re-direct my energies towards making better decisions for myself and in essence, hopefully steering clear of all Moronic species in general.

Do YOU think a Moron can change its spots?