{"id":3854,"date":"2015-11-03T12:12:36","date_gmt":"2015-11-03T19:12:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/?p=3854"},"modified":"2015-11-03T12:12:36","modified_gmt":"2015-11-03T19:12:36","slug":"look-what-i-have","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/2015\/11\/look-what-i-have\/","title":{"rendered":"Look what I have"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It was great to see Jessica, Christy and Greg and celebrate the day of the dead this Sunday. As we were getting ready to board the gold line, I was having trouble figuring out how to make my card work and I was filled with dread.<br \/>\nLet me explain. The day before a private investigator working on behalf of the guy who assaulted me in July had come TO MY HOUSE. I did not like to think that people connected to my assailant (who is still in jail) would know where I live. I sent him packing, and I still felt exposed.<br \/>\nAlso, it is very hard for me to tear myself away from my family. I LONG to have time for myself and yet there is always this heavy feeling that I should always be with my husband and daughter when I am not working. In my mind, I allowed myself to HAVE this time with friends on sunday on the condition that I not stay out too late.&nbsp;<br \/>\nSee how I&#8217;m cinderella and the wicked stepmother to myself all at once?<br \/>\nSo I didnt&#8217; like the idea of beign out too late, but I thought, hey I can just leave on my own if it gets too late. And as I was loading up my fare for the metro, I pictured leaving my friends early, coming back alone on the gold line and going home like a responsible mother.<br \/>\nComing back alone.<br \/>\nWhat could go wrong?<br \/>\nmy fears resounded off the memory of what DID go wrong that one time when I was assaulted and started clanging my alarm bells.<br \/>\nI stepped back. &#8220;I don&#8217;t think I should go.&#8221; People give all kinds of advice on how to be safe. and traveling alone at night on public transportation through not-great neighborhoods is a common piece of advice.<br \/>\nBUT I DID NOT WANT TO SHRINK MY LIFE!&nbsp;<br \/>\nI found it off, and I went. I told Christy I was a little nervous because of what had happened the day before. And how I didn&#8217;t feel great about having to come back alone.<br \/>\nShe said &#8220;Maybe that won&#8217;t happen.&#8221;<br \/>\nI hadn&#8217;t even asked for someone to come back with me. I didn&#8217;t let people know in the moment that I needed a little extra help right then.<br \/>\nI didn&#8217;t let myself HAVE friends who would be inconvenienced for me. Somehow, in my mind, I was asking for almost too much to be there at all. That taking an after noon off from family was a huge deal, and I was stretching just to do that.<br \/>\nIn the past I have had friends who would not extend themselves for me in anyway. That&#8217;s not the case now.<br \/>\nIt was surprising to see all this in myself. Isn&#8217;t it funny? LIke, if I can just keep my skirt smooth and my makeup flawless I will not have bad things happen. I will never be assaulted or be rejected by friends.<br \/>\nBut if I never show that I&#8217;m in trouble or in need, i&#8221;ll never get to see what beautiful people my friends are.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was great to see Jessica, Christy and Greg and celebrate the day of the dead this Sunday. 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