There is a lot of radio silence in my relationship.
That is just the truth of it.
We have evolved to a point in this long-distance thing where constant contact is simply not realistic. His life is incredibly full, incredibly burdened, and wrapped up in responsibilities I honestly cannot even fathom. Children, obligations, exhaustion, life coming at him from every direction; I knew that going into this. I understood from the start that loving him was never going to look neat or easy.
But understanding something and not hurting over it are two very different things.
When I miss him, I miss him terribly. The long silences can stretch for days, and no amount of maturity or perspective makes that ache disappear. It still hurts. It still catches me off guard. It still leaves me staring at my day thinking, now what do I do with all this love, all this wanting, all this energy?
And that is exactly where the positive change comes in.
Instead of blowing money on nonsense, comfort shopping, or anything else that gives me five minutes of relief and leaves me exactly where I started, I finally made a real investment in myself: I hired a health coach and personal trainer. And let me tell you, that felt huge. Not glamorous. Not cute. Huge.
My mom, especially, is so proud of me, and that means a lot. Because one of the deepest hits to my self-esteem over the years has been my weight. After thyroid surgery, everything seemed to spiral. My body changed so fast it barely felt like mine anymore. Add in the chaos of chasing my ex-husband and his insane drug habit, and somewhere in the middle of surviving all that madness, I completely let myself go. And I do mean completely. Gaining 50 pounds in three months will do a number on anybody’s confidence.
So, this feels bigger than fitness. Bigger than calories or workouts or whether I skip the lava cake this weekend.
This feels like me finally coming back to myself.
And the timing could not be more perfect. I am in a season of my life that is full in a way I never thought possible. Not perfect, not easy, not painless; but full. Rich. Expanding. I have a life now. A real one. An independent one. A meaningful one. If Mr. California is burdened and short on time, then I can take all that “missing him” energy and pour it somewhere that actually builds me instead of draining me.
And believe me, my life has been opening up in ways that still leave me stunned.
I became a Eucharistic Minister, which means I now get to bring Communion to the sick; something that feels deeply sacred to me. I read on the radio for the blind twice a month, and there is something about it that is hard to even explain. It is joyful in a way that sneaks up on me. I am back at the podium every Monday at Mass doing the readings, which feels like its own kind of holy foreshadowing, a steppingstone toward finally using my voice the way I always knew I was meant to. The second part of the podcast I guest starred on about my life was just released and got such beautiful feedback. My voice acting work is slowly beginning to stir and show signs of life. Doors keep opening that I never, ever thought would open for me.
And now this.
Now, the health coach. The trainer. The commitment. The choice to stop abandoning myself.
No, my relationship is not ideal. Some people would probably look at it and say it does not even count. That is their business. To me, it is heaven in its own strange form; knowing that somewhere across the miles is a shy, bashful, incredibly sweet man who loves me the way I always wanted to be loved when I was a teenager. The passing-notes, decorating-his-locker-because-he-is-so-damned-cute kind of love. The kind that feels rare. The kind you do not confuse with anything else. The kind that never needs help finding a spark, because whenever we come together, the whole thing is already on fire.
But in the meantime, while life stretches and grows and sometimes goes painfully quiet, I am building something too.
I am rebuilding my confidence.
I am rebuilding my body.
I am rebuilding the way I see myself.
And I have to tell you, that feels powerful.
For the first time in a long time, I am not just waiting for life to happen to me. I am participating in it. I am shaping it. I am investing in it.
And who knows? Maybe somewhere in the middle of all this, I really do end up with that killer body.
But even more than that, I am becoming a woman I can feel proud of again.
And that, to me, is the real change.
Stay tuned.
