As always mentioned, I am always interested in hearing your stories of inspiration and know that alot of the storeys that have already been posted really do help restore the hope it the lives of people who are trying to conceive.
This storey does not have to be about trying to conceive, but can be about anything in your life, where you realized your lesson you needed to learn and where triumphant in achieving something.. anything that made you feel good.
As always I am willing to trade a prediction bypass (7.00) for any inspirational storey that is published on my blog.
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Here is one of my own.
I know that I am not the only one who went through this, but perhaps this will put things into better perspective for people either currently in this situation, or who have just left it, yet have not learned their lesson or dealt with it yet.
I started dating when I was 15 years old. The man I started dating was named Jay. He was 17 years old, really tall, and in my opinion good looking. He was also charming. This should have given me warning signs, but like everyone else, sometimes your heart leads the way. I remember being told by my best friend, that she found through a friend, that he was holding hands with a girl in school. When I confronted him, he denied it, saying that he was not sure what they were talking about.
I later was told he was sleeping with another girl. Yep you guessed it. Jay was my "first". (thats another long storey!) So I was pretty hurt, and again confronted him about it. He of course denied it again, and even told me to go and ask her myself if he was any good. I kid you know, the very next day during highschool she came up to me all smiling and happy. I said " Jay told me to ask you, he wants to know if he is any good?" The look on her face was enough to confirm it for me, she was in complete shock, had nothing to say, picked up her jaw off the floor and walked away. I knew then, what I guess I had known all along. For some reason I was not able to move on at this point. Jay did alot of things to my family, "borrowed" my parents car when they were sleeping, stole money from my mom's purse..... and this all after his own parents kicked him out, and my parents allowed him to move into our place. During this time, I was not dating him, but we were sleeping together. I have no idea why. Perhaps it was more about having someone there, not ready to move on yet.
I think what really broke the camels back, and allowed me to move on from the two years off an on I "allowed" him to use me, was the night he stole my mom's bank card. Sometimes I would sneak out of the house with him to ensure that he would bring the vehicle back..after all, if I was in it, he would have to right? We arrived at a bank machine, and he came to the truck and asked me for my mom's pin number. I told him I didn't know it and asked him why. (I know the pin number, but would not tell him of course!) he said that his bank pin was the same as hers, and that he could not remember his pin number. After waiting 5 min I went into the bank machine room and when he removed the card, I KNEW it was my mom's. For the rest of the night as he spent some of my mom's money (He drove back home and got the pin number as he wrote it down) kept offering to buy me things, and I kept refusing. He kept saying "its not your mom's money, its not your mom's money" and I just kept saying "whatever' knowing full well it was. Later that night, he said he took too much out, and was putting it back in. I felt better, knowing that she had only lost 20.00 and NOT the whole 200.00 he took out in the first place. Little did I know, he actually withdrew 200.00 MORE.
The next morning, my mom tried to withdraw money from her account and couldn't they said she exceeded the amount she was allowed to take. This is when I told her what happened, and what he had done. She confronted him and he LIED! She basically told him, that if she had to she would get the bank to give her pictures of who withdrew the money and press charges. He finally admitted to it and said he would pay it back. He never did, and this is when I "let him go". He moved to Alberta thankfully and even when he came back I did not bother with him. Running into him in the mall made me feel physically ill.
Okay, I am admitting I am not "perfect' when I was younger, or even now, but feel that this part of my life, although was "horrible" to think what I put myself through and my family, I can honestly say that I would not change what happened. Sounds bad eh? But in reality, I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. Had I not experienced that, I would be a different person today. I honestly believe that.
I learned to be strong, I learned that know one needs to be treated like crap and put up with it. I started to stand up for myself.
The more important lesson that started this all, was two more relationships down the road, both men cheated. I confronted they lied :(. It was after the third guy did it, that I clued into the last lesson. Did you know that if you dont learn your lesson the "first" time its presented, it repeats itself? Whether its with the same person, or another, its going to be repeated until you learn it. This lesson was that I did not have to put up with people cheating on me, again, about being walked on, treated like crap and "accepting it" all rolled into one. When I clued into this, the cycle stopped. I met my now husband and when we first started dating I told him right off the bat, if he EVER cheated on me, regardless of where we were in our relationship, it would be over. We are now together for 11 years and married for 6. I really believe that he is my match.
So to make a very long storey shorter, that things truly do happen for a reason, although it seems crappy and never ending, look for the common factor here and see if you can locate a "lesson" you might have missed. Because when you learn it, and "pass the test" you dont have to take that class anymore:)
Hopefully this post in this blog shows that everyone is "human" and we make mistakes, its the people who learn from their mistakes that advance and not have to repeat it...
As always, if you have any questions about this post, please leave it in the comments section, whether its your own experience, or help finding the lesson in your own situation I will reply to you:)
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3 comments:
So what about a couple who has experienced infidelity, but they are going through couseling? Do you think that people can change, and that the "lesson" can be learned (by both the cheater and the person that needs to stand up for him/herself) by going through that and becoming a stronger couple?
Will this same lesson come up in other relationships also, friendships, family, coworkers/jobs, etc.), or is a lesson specific to one are (like "just" romantic relationships, or "just" family, etc.)?
Hi there anon:)
In regards to a relationship that experienced cheating, the lesson does not always have to be the "end" of the relationship, and can very well be learned together. If you both accept what happen and REALIZE the lesson invovled (for you both it will be different) then you can truely move on in your relationship. If you learn the lesson but he does not, then it will repeat for him, but will cause you to need to "move on". Does that make sense?
As there are so many lessons in life and dont relate to just specifically cheating, this lesson can relate to either a friendship in your life, a family connection, love..etc. It has no "boundries.".
You can usually tell when you have a lesson to learn, when the "lesson" is repeated. Most people do not put them together until after the third time when they realize that there is a "pattern". Its not usually till the fourth time it happens, that people really understand what is happening and able to learn and move on. This is not always the case, some people figure it out right away and able to move on.
My story is more about intuition rather than inspiration unless of course it helps someone else.
My pregnancy with my first son was rough from start to finish made worse by an OB-GYN that dropped me at 12 weeks when I became a high risk pregnancy. I quickly found a new doctor and was happy that I did because I firmly believe Derek wouldn't be here today.
Derek was born by c-section at 36 weeks as I had been in the hospital for two weeks prior with severe pre-eclampsia an uncontrolled constant migraines due to all the fluid behind my eyes. It was deemed too dangerous to me to continue to carry him or to try and induce.
Derek was born supposedly healthy via c-section and within 24 hours my blood pressure was almost normal and my migraines were gone.
I noticed in the hospital how much Derek was vomiting and the nurses said it was nothing just a little reflux.
We were both released after three days and sent home. Derek continued with this vomitting and it became projectile vomitting. I took him into the pediatrician and she said it was just a little reflux. She told us to switch him to Soy based formula and to add rice cereal to each bottle to help it stay down. Derek was having bowel movements but they weren't like my nephews when they were babies. I was told it was the original formula and sent on our way.
Our insurance provided and in-home follow up visit with a nurse 7-10 days post delivery. I told her of my concerns and she told me everything was fine and that I was just a nervous new mother. I knew deep in my gut that something was seriously wrong. I was 16 when my first nephew was born and they lived with us for about 6 months, so I was fully aware of what was normal newborn behavior.
A week later I insisted on another appt. with the pediatrician because things were getting worse and Derek was visibly loosing weight.
When we got there the doctor said it may be pyloric stenosis and that we wouldn't be able to do anything about it until he was older. She sent us down to radiology and that adult radiologist confirmed that finding. Sent us back home and told me to keep doing what we were doing.
Three days later I called the pediatrician and told her the project vomitting was worse and that I was going to take Derek to a pediatric specialist that dealt with the intestines. If she wanted to recommend one I would go to him/her if not I was going on my own. I got the your a new mom and over reacting speach again.
A new pediatric surgeon had just moved to the area and met my mother to set up billing with the hospital that she worked at. My mom called him and he told us to brind Derek right over to his office. His office was still being unpacked and not even open for business. Derek had the good sense to projectile vomit all over the doctor and his assistant and the doctor knew right away that something was going on. Derek could literally vomit feet away. He scheduled us immediately for more x-rays and called in a friend radiologist from the children's hospital that specialized in reading children's x-rays. During the x-ray the radiologist got real quiet and mumbled, I can't believe I'm seeing this....it's text book, but I've never seen it. He got on the phone and called our pediatric surgeon over to radiology. When he saw the x-rays he looked over at me and said Michele, I need to do exploratory surgery first thing in the morning on Derek. I was relieved and scared out of my mind at the same time because I now knew that something was wrong and not my imagination.
The surgeon went on to say that he wasn't totally sure they were seeing what they were seeing because it was a rare condition. If it was a web then Derek would be his third patient ever to have it. They thought they were seeing a web of tissue blocking Derek's intestine. At that age, their stomaches are the size of walnuts so surgery was necessary. That afternoon, Dr. Caresky called all over the US trying to find out how many surgeries for this condition had been done and how many each of the doctors had done. It turns out with Derek's surgery, Dr. Caresky would be the only one to have had three of these patients. Everyone else had done one or two or never had a patient with one of these webs.
I went home and broke he news to my dh. He called in and arranged for the next day off and we took Derek in for surgery. About 45 minutes into the surgery a nurse came out to let us know that Derek did have a stomach web and that the doctor was removing it and fixing a bit of pyloric stenosis since he was already in there. Derek was in ICU for one day and then did amazingly well. 7days later he was home and has thrived ever since.
That difficult time taught me that even doctors are fallible and to trust my instincts. Derek's pediatrician visited us every day in the hospital and started off every visit with an apology. LOL!
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