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Out of the Abyss

December 29, 2009
I walked through life upon a tight rope.

At times, it was 10 feet wide.  Others, it was mere millimeters. 

I fell, silently.  My voice was stolen at the age of 12.  I was unable to cry for help.

Below, an abyss.  A deep, dark, prickly place.

I was walking along, happier than I’d been for some time, when I stumbled.

The abyss was waiting for me, with its greedy claws outstretched.

*

This time, I clung to the rope above me.  I didn’t want to fall.  Not this time.  Please, not this time.

I clung.  Limp.  Barely holding on.  Invisible to those passing by.

But youYou.  You know who you are.  You noticed.  You stopped.  You grabbed onto what remained of my self, and you pulled with all your might.  You didn’t know why.  You didn’t know how, but you pulled against the abyss, anyway. 

I know you hear me say thank you.  But can you ever know what it means to me to be pulled, unscathed, from the abyss?  It almost swallowed me whole for the millionth time, and you saved me.  You helped me to find my voiceThank you will never be enough.

And Nic.  You changed my life with your story.  We are sisters, you and I.  Sisters of sorrow, of grief and of unimaginable pain, but also of survival.  Your strength gives me hope for the future.

Quieter than the squeak of a field mouse, I spoke.  Filled with anger, my voice rose.

You heard me.  You stopped.  You listened.  You gave me strength.  Every one of you.

Melissa and Duchess and Sautter and Cindy and Kendra and Neena and Issa and Stacey and Nic and Tracy and Meghan and Jenna and PB and Jazz and Megan and Habanero Gal and Marinka and Heather C. and Kellee and Krissy and Eileen and Samantha and Tricia and Vixen and Lora and Kathy and Greis and Maura and Heather and Katie and Kirsten and Al_Pal and Kari and Kate and Stoneskin and Susan.  And always, always, my husband.  My trapeze artist, trying to catch me.

The abyss is still there.  It will always be there.

For twenty years, it was a deep and lonely chasm I walked above, never knowing when I might fall. 

Always, I wondered when my happiness would be taken from me.

But now.  There is a safety net below me.

The abyss has lost its power.

Thank you.

Originally Posted at The Sweet Life 8/11/2009 8:27 pm

Comments:

  • 8/11/2009 9:41 PM PrincessJenn wrote:
    You are stronger than you know. And more inspiring than you could ever imagine. Thank you for being brave enough to tell your story. (HUGS)
     
  • 8/12/2009 4:14 AM melissa wrote:
    Just know that you are getting stronger and more powerful with each word you write. xoxo
     
  • 8/12/2009 4:41 AM cat wrote:
    That was beautiful. I’m sure you have helped people out of their own abysses, as well.
     
  • 8/12/2009 6:52 AM cindy w wrote:
    Oh sweetie. I’m glad it helped, but seriously, don’t sell yourself short. You saved yourself. You are incredibly strong to have not only survived, but flourished. You kick ass. {big hugs}
     
  • 8/12/2009 7:15 AM AmazingGreis wrote:
    XOXO – I’m here anytime you need ANYTHING!!!
     
  • 8/12/2009 8:36 AM Headless Mom wrote:
    Your husband is there, we’re here. Always. To catch you, but YOU did the work. Continue to kick the abyss in the ass. We’ll celebrate all the successes together!
     
  • 8/12/2009 8:47 AM nic wrote:
    weeping tears of joy for you, my sister, my friend.
     
  • 8/12/2009 9:20 AM Neena wrote:
    bravo, my friend. bravo. If I could toast you right now I’d always wish for the existence of strong safety nets!
     
  • 8/12/2009 9:25 AM avasmommy wrote:
    You are filled with strength. You just didn’t know it. It takes courage to write about what happened to you. You found your voice, and you used it. I am proud of you.
     
  • 8/12/2009 9:49 AM Susan wrote:
    Cheers to nets of any shape, size and sort! Glad to be here for you, but YOU are the one who has done all the hard work. And you should be so proud of yourself for it.I am.
     
  • 8/12/2009 2:36 PM Issa wrote:
    Andrea, you are amazing. Sweet, funny, kind, awesome and just amazing. But this? You did this for yourself. You opened up and poured your words onto this page and you helped yourself. You never know who you could have helped with that post. Writing what you did is one of the bravest things you could have done. Truly.Still…we’re here for you whenever you need it. That’s what friends are for. To help you when you need it; pick you up when you need it and make fun of you when you get drunk at dinner.
     
  • 8/12/2009 5:22 PM jessica wrote:
    In my lifetime I don’t think I will ever write that eloquently.
     
  • 8/12/2009 9:23 PM Kathy wrote:
    You are a strong women and never alone. Blog world has saved me in many ways, you are always amongst friends.
     
  • 8/12/2009 11:26 PM Maura wrote:
    You humble me. Your strength is extraordinary. Love you.
     
  • 8/13/2009 10:55 AM Vixen wrote:
    I have no fear in being part of your safety net, because you won’t fall. Your power is within you, and has been, just waiting to be released. Much love to you. The abyss is powerless now.
  • 8/13/2009 8:06 PM anymommy wrote:
    I agree with everyone else, the strength is yours, my darling, but I’m happy to hold your hand while you muster it. Any time.
  • 8/17/2009 10:47 AM habanerogal wrote:
    I am so glad to be a part of the big human net that we can reach out to each other and hold on through the universe
     
  • 8/19/2009 7:45 PM Kari wrote:
    Thank you for sharing your voice with us.Love you!
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    Thief

    December 29, 2009
    I want him to know what he did to me.  Beyond raping me, what he did to my psyche.  To my self worth.
    I want him to know he’s the reason I have a hard time looking at myself in the mirror.

    More than that, I want him to feel badly for what he did to me.  What he stole from me.

    I want him to hurt, deep inside, knowing that he, a grown man, changed the course of a 12 year old girl’s life and walked away as if nothing had happened.

    If he’s married, I want his wife to know every detail so that she can look at him and see the monster I saw in 10 years worth of nightmares.

    I hope he has a 12 year old daughter, so that he can look at her an imagine a man doing to her, what he did to me.  

    If his kids are little, I want him to lay awake at night, afraid of his daughters meeting a man like him.  A man who will stalk them like prey, who will weave a web and catch them in it so that he can suck the life right out of them and spit them out as though they are nothing but garbage.  I want him to take that fear right out of my head, so he can see what he did to me.

    Twenty years has passed.  I’ve never sought counseling.  I’ve never dealt with being a victim. 

    And I know now, why I haven’t. 

    I’m afraid.  Afraid to voice what I’ve thought all these years: that I deserve what he did to me.

    I’ve worked my ass off to be the best person I can be.  Trying to prove to myself that I’m worth something.  I’ve only just realized, that so much I’ve accomplished in my life has been because I was compensating for being raped.

    I didn’t deserve what he did to me.  No more than someone crossing the street deserves to be run over by a drunk driver.  I have to come to terms with that. 

    Who I am is more than what he made of me.  I deserve to move on with my life.

    I deserve to look in the mirror and see what other people see, for the first time in 20 years.

     
    Originally Posted at The Sweet Life 8/7/09 10:56 am
    Comments:
    8/7/2009 11:55 AM melissa wrote:
    I wish I had words. I don’t. I’m sorry. You are extremely brave. Hugs and love to you right now.
     

    I’m proud of you for speaking out. Big hugs, lady.
     

  • 8/7/2009 1:26 PM Headless Mom wrote:
    (((hugs)))
  • The first step is what you’ve just done. Beginning to talk about it. You are way more than what he did to you.

    You are a brave woman, and I love you immensely.
     

  • 8/7/2009 1:27 PM Neena wrote:
    Your courage is amazing. There is a special place in my heart for you :o)
     
  • 8/7/2009 1:45 PM Issa wrote:
    Andrea, you are so amazing. To write this, to share with the world; it’s nothing short of bravery. You didn’t deserve this, no child ever does.
  • I met you and you are a sweet, amazing, beautiful woman who I wished I could spend more time getting to know. Tons of hugs darlin.
     

  • 8/7/2009 2:03 PM anymommy wrote:
    You do win. You are a stunning woman, a true friend, a fabulous mom, so much more than what he stole from you. But, you deserve to grieve for the little girl he abused and you deserve all your fury against his evil. Love.
     
  • 8/7/2009 2:23 PM nic wrote:
    you are not a victim… you were… you are now a survivor.
     
  • 8/7/2009 2:26 PM Tracy wrote:
    I am so sorry that this happened to you. You are so brave. Thank you for sharing this with us.
  • * hugs *
     

  • 8/7/2009 2:59 PM AMomTwoBoys wrote:
    Wow.
  • I was thinking exactly what Nic said.

    SURVIVOR.

    That’s what you are. I’m here if you ever need to talk.

    xoxo
     

  • 8/7/2009 2:59 PM avasmommy wrote:
    Andrea, you were never to blame, or deserving of what happened to you.
    I hope you find some healing now.
     
  • 8/7/2009 3:00 PM PB and Jazz wrote:
    You are a brave beautiful person. I am so sorry you had to experience what you did and so young. Thank you for sharing.
  • 8/7/2009 3:01 PM Undomestic Diva wrote:
    Wow. You are so brave. And so right. You deserve to see what I see when I look/talk/read you… someone amazing.
     
  • 8/7/2009 3:06 PM habanerogal wrote:
    Amazing and so thought provoking.
     
  • 8/7/2009 3:09 PM Marinka wrote:
    You are an amazing survivor. I’m sorry that you’ve had such pain. I feel lucky to know you. xo
     
  • 8/7/2009 3:10 PM The Mother Tongue wrote:
    You are a strong, amazing, beautiful survivor. *hugs*
     
  • 8/7/2009 3:10 PM Kellee wrote:
    Andrea, we all think you are incredible. I know can also see how amazingly brave you are. You are beautiful and strong, and you deserve to see that in yourself. Thank you for sharing that with all of us. *hug*
     
  • 8/7/2009 3:12 PM Krissy wrote:
    You truly are amazing. ((Hugs))
     
  • 8/7/2009 3:31 PM Eileen wrote:
    You are so brave and strong…..
  • and just amazing for being able to share this.

    I cannot imagine how hard this was.
     

  • 8/7/2009 3:34 PM samantha wrote:
    Such powerful words from such a brave person.
     
  • 8/7/2009 5:11 PM Tricia irishsamom wrote:
    You are awesome and brave just the way you are. You have taken the first step just writing about it. And you should know that it was NEVER EVER anything to do with you. You were a victim then but you are now a wonderful, brave, amazing woman. I wish I could give you a hug and tell you how much I hurt for you. I think this will mean so much in your journey of healing. Be proud of yourself and hold your head high. *hugs and more hugs*
     
  • 8/7/2009 5:40 PM Vixen wrote:
    You are a survivor. I would welcome you to the club (I, too, am one), but I really wish I didn’t have to. This opening up is the first step on your road, bravo. And hugs and love too.
     
  • 8/7/2009 5:42 PM Lora wrote:
    Andrea, absolutely you did not deserve it. You are brave to post this, and you deserve to seek counseling, to be released from the pain of it. I wish you all the best in your journey.
     
  • 8/7/2009 8:52 PM Kathy wrote:
    Andrea you are brave and should be proud of the women, mother and wife you have become. You are not a victim but a survivor. My he rot in hell! Hugs!
     
  • 8/7/2009 9:00 PM AmazingGreis wrote:
    You have just won. Your courage and strength to speak out and share your story is amazing. This is the first step in healing yourself. You will likely never forget, but to be able to speak about it will help immensely.
  • You are a beautiful, smart, outgoing and amazing woman. I’m so lucky to have met you and to consider you a friend. I’m a phone call away if you EVER need anything.

    I love to listen and give really good virtual hugs.

    XOXO
     

  • 8/7/2009 11:20 PM Maura wrote:
    I am so indescribably proud of you. Now you just need to let your head listen to your heart so you will see the woman we see. Love you.
  • 8/8/2009 10:21 AM heather… wrote:
    I see you. Strong, ferocious, tenacious. An amazing wife, a fantastic mother, and a giving friend. I am so, so sorry that you had this happen to you, but I am so, so proud that you are speaking out and reclaiming YOU.
     
  • 8/8/2009 11:50 AM Overflowing Brain wrote:
    You and I had similar blogging weeks. Good for you, you’re not alone.
  • xo

  • 8/8/2009 7:10 PM Kirsten wrote:
    You are so brave to write this. So brave.
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    Coming

    December 29, 2009
    I can feel it coming.

    Like a storm cloud off in the distance.

    It rumbles and rolls, inside my head and my heart.

    I hate that it can still do this to me.

    I wish I could leave the past in the past.

    If there were a pill I could take that would wash it away, I would take a dozen.

    I can feel it coming.

    I have to say I’m sorry, in advance, for what may appear here in the coming days.  Weeks?

    I have to let it out.  It has stormed inside of me for far too long.

    Twenty years of letting it beat me down, and finally, I will conquer it. 

    I’m ready to fight.

    This time, I will win.

    I will win.

    Originally Posted at The Sweet Life 8/7/09 9:44 am

    Comments:

  • 8/7/2009 9:55 AM Maura wrote:
    You don’t have to say you’re sorry for letting your words out in your own space. Ever.
     
  • 8/7/2009 1:01 PM cindy w wrote:
    Everybody here is rooting for you, hon. Say/do whatever you need to say/do to take care of yourself. xoxo
     
  • 8/7/2009 1:48 PM Issa wrote:
    You don’t have to apologize for any of it. No matter what you need to say…and yes, I’m reading backwards…but still. This is your space, love. Write whatever you need too. Your words are beautiful and you are as well.
  • 8/7/2009 2:24 PM nic wrote:
    you are winning! you are! keep writing, unapologetically. 
  • 8/7/2009 8:49 PM AmazingGreis wrote:
    You WILL win! And you don’t have to apologize to me!!!Hope all is well, you know where to find me if you need anything.

    XOXO
     

  • 8/7/2009 8:53 PM Kathy wrote:
    You are winning and some day I hope the storm passes.
     
  • 8/8/2009 1:39 PM melissa wrote:
    This is how you will win and we are all on your team. Keep writing and DO NOT apologize.
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    The Other Side of Addiction

    December 29, 2009
    She was in my life for what felt like forever, but was, in the grand scheme of things, a brief moment.

    Four years we spent doing things best friends do.  I loved her.  In truth, I love her still.

    It’s impossible to know if the person she showed me was who she thought I wanted to see, or if it was some semblance of the real her. 

    I like to think I knew her.  That I didn’t come to love a person she only pretended to be.

    I trusted her with my feelings, my deepest thoughts, my children’s lives.  Apart from my husband and the midwife, she was the only other person in the room when my youngest child was born.

    We shared.  We laughed.  We loved.

    And then she was gone, in the blink of an eye.

    She was an addict, her boyfriend said.  Vicodin.  He’d only just discovered it himself.

    And she was gone.

    He told me things then, things that hurt my heart and my head and my soul.

    About the person I thought she was, how she really felt about me, about my kids.

    I dream about her.  I dream she comes back, and explains that he was just lashing out in anger.  Maybe he was trying to make it easier for me to let her go.  Maybe he was vindictively trying to burn her bridges for her.  Maybe he was simply telling the truth.

    I’ll never know. 

    But still, I love her.  The person I knew, and the parts she hid from me.  I only wish she’d trusted me enough to let me see.

    Maybe she could have left knowing I love her, anyway.  That I love her enough to help her through it.

    I wish I could tell her that.

    Originally Posted at The Sweet Life 7/31/2009 9:26 am

    Comments:

  • 7/31/2009 11:35 AM AmazingGreis wrote:
    Great post. I totally had a friend that just disappeared, not sure why, but she stopped calling and coming around. I think about her often, but I can’t say that I continue to miss her to this day. But I do still think about her and what her life must be like now.XOXO 
  • 7/31/2009 11:59 AM melissa wrote:
    Drugs are a scary thing and addiction is serious disease. It changes people. I’ve been unfortunate to see it first hand. The one thing I do know and have heard many times over is addicts are know to hurt those they care about the most.I think you are right. I think she truly wanted to push you away because she didn’t want to let herself hurt you. I honestly believe that.
     
  • 7/31/2009 12:21 PM Issa wrote:
    I’ve lost one of my brothers to addiction. He’s still alive, but he’s no longer him, the spunky kid I grew up with.It’s the people who are left behind who always wonder. Wonder what could have been, what was real, what could have changed it?

    All I know it, this is a wonderful post. And? I am sending you an Internet hug right now.
     

  • 8/1/2009 2:49 AM Ben wrote:
    People are their actions. If she was always a friend to you, that was the person she wanted you to see. That’s the person she wanted to be when she was with you. That’s the person she was.Addicts aren’t evil. They’re sick. Often they know it. She may have wished she wasn’t that person. With you she may have not been that person. She would probably didn’t want you to even know that person existed.

    At her worst times, when she said those things, she may have been angry or jealous. Regardless, I doubt your friendship was artificial. Hopefully one day she’ll remember that and come back into your life.
     

  • 8/2/2009 11:54 AM Maura wrote:
    I’m not sure what affects me more, your post or Ben’s response. Both are wonderful to read. Addiction has played such a huge roll in my life, but I don’t even talk about it. Maybe I should. I feel for you and the friend that you lost.
     
  • 8/5/2009 11:42 AM Annje wrote:
    I think Ben is right. Even if she said those things, it was the drugs speaking. What was not fair, was her boyfriend telling you that–he is probably angry and suffering as well. I am dealing with loved ones with addictions as well and it is heart-wrenching. I can understand your doubts as to what was real or not–I have those too.
     
  • 8/6/2009 11:22 AM Lu wrote:
    I am going through the same situation right now with my sister. I totally agree with Ben. I think that it was the real side o who she wanted to be with you. Addicts are great chameleons.
    I wish I could give you some great insight or hope, but I am walking this path with you.
    HUGS
     
  • 8/6/2009 12:04 PM merlotmom wrote:
    I’m sorry about your friend and sorry that she hurt you. I think you’re right though. You need to trust that what you felt was genuine when you were with her, was. THe other stuff was the drugs, or something else, talking.
     
  • 8/6/2009 6:33 PM anymommy wrote:
    She was your friend, don’t let second hand information color your memory. Okay, I just read the comments, Ben said it beautifully.It’s lovely writing too, we all have friends lost. I tend to blame myself, so I hope you are seeing this clearly, it was her addiction.
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    Relationships are like Teabags

    December 29, 2009

    There is a knot in my stomach and it won’t go away.  Something is afoot. 

    I fill my cup with steaming hot water and open the pantry to choose my tea.  The pantry is tidy, I have chosen my teas wisely and kept them organized.  I peruse the flavors – black, white, green, herbal, fruit infused, peppermint, decaf, caf, plain old Lipton.  Tea from China, tea from England, tea from South America.  Some have shiny wrappers and promise to do amazing things for my health.  Others are old and dusty, all the way at the back.  Still others are believed to contain traces of toxins, but the memory of their delicious flavor keeps them out of the trash.

    It’s been a rough day so far, so I choose one of my favorites.  Its flavor is consistent and strong.

    I dip the teabag and watch as the tea mixes with the hot water, making swirls and creating something soothing for me to drink.  I marvel at how relationships are a lot like teabags – you never know their true worth until they’ve been put through hot water.

    Throughout the day, I need cup after cup of tea.  I line up the cups, amazed that just one teabag made almost every one.  It is even stronger than I ever imagined.  I am soothed, and grateful.

    As I pass the pantry, a dusty teabag leaps from the shelf and into my hand.  I place it in the next cup of hot water, and it makes a beautiful cup of tea, full of nostalgic aroma.  I weep for having left it neglected for so long.

    The day is hard, but my cups of tea see me through.  They ease the worry and the pain, and help me to see that tomorrow will be another day.  A fairly new and as-yet unopened package of tea falls to the floor at my feet, and as I put ot away in the pantry – sure it is not ready to be a cup of tea today, of all days – it gently places itself in my cup.  Again, tears fall as I drink the strong and stable tea.

    My husband and I lay in the darkness, comparing the cups of tea we have consumed.  We don’t know what the days ahead will bring, but we find comfort in the fact that we are doing what is right for the one we love, whose life is spiraling out of control.

    The sun shines through the window.  It’s a new day, the knot in its secure place in my stomach.  I walk into my office to find many cups of tea waiting for me, the bags having taken it upon themselves to come in from the pantry.  I smile, knowing I am loved, and hope the tea I make for others is even half as good.

    I sit, and drink my tea.

    Originally posted at The Sweet Life 1/30/2009 5:51 am

    Comments:

    heartatpreschool (Kari) wrote:
    Love this post, and the comparison of teas to relationships.

    There is something so soothing about tea, moreso than any other hot drink. My thoughts are with you and your family.

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    An Open Letter to Blue Shield

    December 29, 2009
    Dear Blue Shield Underwriters,
    First of all, let me say you should be grateful that I went to visit a friend before writing this letter.  The one I drafted while in the shower this morning called you assholes instead of underwriters.  Funny how a few laughs will change your attitude.

    So, obviously, I received your letter.  The one telling me that after all those personal questions you asked me on a daily basis (for weeks, no, months) finally helped you make a decision on my request to have a lower rating for my health insurance.  The one where you told me that, instead of lowering my rating, you were actually raising it.  Because, apparently, I’m even more of a health risk than you originally realized. 

    I mean, that mole I had removed, several years ago, because it was under my bra strap and irritated me?  In retrospect, I really shouldn’t have had my doctor take that off.  I can see why it’s too risky for you, because maybe I really had skin cancer but my doctor and I are covering our tracks with that whole ONE VISIT it took.  Next time, I’ll ask our veterinarian to lob off any annoying moles.  Or better yet, my husband has a pocket knife that would work perfectly.

    And thank you for pointing out that I have a bicornuate uterus

    .  WOW!  I really hadn’t realized.  I thought that whenever my doctor or midwife talked to me about it, they were really talking about someone else.  Bicornuate, who?
    What do you mean, it doesn’t matter that I’m not requesting maternity coverage?  Even though we supplied you with letters from doctors and negative sperm count reports, you apparently think that I’m going to go ahead and get pregnant (I’m sure I can find some sperm, somewhere), pay for my high-risk pregnancy out of pocket (with all the cash I’ll have left in my account after paying you over $600 per month in health insurance), give birth to my baby (if the baby makes it to term) and then go ahead and hemorrhage

    .  Just so I can laugh that evil “mwah ha ha ha” laugh I’ve been practicing, when Blue Shield gets stuck with THAT bill.  Yes, that was my plan.  Thank goodness you caught on to my little scheme.  It really could have cost ya!
    Oh, right, and that cosmetic surgery I had done eight years ago.  Were you worried that suddenly Blue Shield would start covering cosmetic surgery and I was going to go nuts and get a new and improved rear end on your dime?  Obviously I’m just so frivolous about my body, getting that surgery done back when I was 22 and not having anything done since.  Yikes, talk about plastic!  Oh and by the way, maybe it might help if you asked why I had it done.  Just to gain a little perspective.

    I find it interesting that not once has anyone requested that I take a physical, or asked questions about my weight, diet, exercise regimen, hygiene, dental habits, or about anything else that might give a clue about my actual health and well-being.  Instead, it’s all about things that really don’t pose a risk to Blue Shield at all.

    Here’s a letter I would have respected:

    Dear Andrea,
    We really don’t want to insure you.  Instead of causing you discomfort by digging into your medical history repeatedly, and asking you to supply us with documents that are decades old (man, who knew you actually kept that stuff around, and in a place where you could find it so quickly?) we should have just let you know.  You are welcome to fork over a thousand dollars a month for us to insure your family, or you can just go with another option.  Sorry for wasting months of your time. 

    Oh, and sorry we’re still having our staff call you and email you every day for more information!  We forgot to let them know we’d already come to a decision.

    Sincerely,
    Blue Shield

    But hey, Blue Shield Underwriters?   We’re small business owners, and I just finished filling out the paperwork for group coverage.  You’re going to cover me after all, and for a quarter of the cost! 

    Who’s laughing now, bitches?  Mwah ha ha ha.

    Best,

    Andrea

    p.s. If you think I’m going to see the doctor over every little sniffle and make you pay for it, you’re damn right.  I’ve got nothing to lose.
     

    Originally Posted at The Sweet Life 9/22/2008 10:52 am

    Comments:

    • 9/22/2008 11:31 AM Rightmyer Rants wrote:
      You go girl!!!
      Reply to this
    • 9/22/2008 11:46 AM natalie wrote:
      i wish i could say assholes on my blog. there are times when it is just so appropriate. oh well. one of these days i might just cut loose.
       
    • 9/22/2008 1:49 PM Burgh Baby wrote:
      Oh. my. hell. I think I should copy and paste this sucker and send it to UPMC in response to their craptacular insurance prices (been down the same path with them).Bravo! Bravo!
       
    • 9/22/2008 3:57 PM Christina wrote:
      This may just be the best post I have ever read! I wish I would have come up with something like this when I got the bill for my hysterectomy (the parts that Humana didn’t cover!)
       
    • 9/22/2008 4:00 PM Mike from the Newborn Identity wrote:
      Andrea,I totally could have written a letter very similar to that one! (Minus the cosmetic surgery part Our insurance, even though it is “good,” has co-pays for Maddie that will cost us like 5k this year. 5k!So yeah…I hate insurance companies too.
       
    • 9/22/2008 5:08 PM Mrs. Schmitty wrote:
      Andrea? You totally are my hero!
       
    • 9/22/2008 7:12 PM sweetcheese wrote:
      I LOVE LOVE LOVE that punchline! Screw you big dumb insurance corporation.
       
    • 9/23/2008 11:11 AM Angie wrote:
      Bravo! I’m doing battle with Blue Cross right now over their denying to pay for an appt last Christmas for my daughter’s treatment from an allergic reaction to antibiotics. They say it was a pre-existing condition. Huh? And how in the hell was I supposed to know that she was allergic? I mean, trust me, I wouldn’t have ruined all of our holidays with multiple phone calls and trips to the doctor if I had known ahead of time that she was going to have an allergic reaction to her medicine. Argh!! Stupid insurance companies!
       
    • 9/24/2008 7:34 AM LaskiGal wrote:
      Your situation officially ticked me off . . . but you getting them in the end . . . MADE MY FREAKIN’ day!!!Hopped over from BlogHer . . .
       
    • 9/24/2008 8:24 AM LiteralDan wrote:
      Go get ’em! Can you teach me how to do this? Because we are still stuck paying over $600 a month to BC/BS, just for the kids and me– my wife is totally covered by her employer (a school).The school has a horrible negotiating team for all benefits, I have found. Let’s just hope it doesn’t go up…
       
    • 9/24/2008 1:36 PM Andrea wrote:
      Okay, okay. I will now stop moaning about our insurance. It’s free. And crappy. But at least I don’t have to deal with stuff like that! Ugh.I hope it works out!
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    The Bikini Wax, Exposed

    December 29, 2009
    I’m a waxing kind of girl.  Don’t get me wrong, I’ve dappled in the other methods of bush maintenance. 
    I’ve experienced the never-ending itch of stubble from shaving.  I’ve gone through stealing my husband’s clippers.  I’ve tweezed.  The depilatories have left their mark upon my nether regions.  But when it comes down to the nitty gritty, I’m all for making a phone call to the local Esthetician.

    Yesterday, I had my first appointment with a new wax-lady.  Who is, of course, a lady who waxes, not a lady made of wax.  Because why would a Wax Lady require an appointment?

    I’ve been through my fair share of wax-ladies over the last eight years, at many different salons.  Some of them have been great, and I was in mourning when they moved/went on permanent maternity leave/generally got tired of looking at beavers all day.  Others have not been so great – like the one who gave me a second degree burn during a brazilian wax and called me a big baby for saying it hurt.

    So when I showed up at the new salon, I was a bit nervous.  The wax-lady was nice, but the room was small and instead of a spa table, there was what looked like a barber’s chair.  Which, if you think about the area of my body she was going to be waxing, poses a few questions as to my flexibility and comfort.

    In addition, she’d only just graduated from waxing school.  Nervousness turned into full blown anxiety.

    It took a little longer than usual, but she did a pretty good job.  Yesterday, my crotchal area was a bit swollen and red, (after all, hair had just been yanked out by the root with hot wax) but today?  I am one happy customer.

    All hail the bikini wax:

    Slightly expensive?  Yes.
    Exposes cootch to stranger?  Yes.
    Hurts like hell?  Yes.  But just for a second. 
    Involves putting something very hot in a very sensitive area?  Yes.

    Feeling extra sexy for my husband:  Totally worth it.

    Originally Posted at The Sweet Life 9/17/2008 1:52 pm

    Comments:

    • 9/17/2008 3:51 PM Christina wrote:
      I have never quite had the nerve to let someone near my lady business with hot wax, but every time I end up with the little red bumps I reconsider…for just a moment.
    • 9/17/2008 7:30 PM MadWomanMeg wrote:
      Nevah nevah nevah. Not ever will I allow someone with burning hot wax close to my nethers. Screw that noise.
    • 9/17/2008 9:09 PM Mama Ginger Tree wrote:
      Amen sister. All hail the bikini wax.
    • 9/18/2008 9:38 PM Cindy wrote:
      Haha…you said “bush maintenance”! I love it!
    • 9/18/2008 11:07 PM LiteralDan wrote:
      You’re braver than I am– I wouldn’t have been willing to be the training subject for a recent graduate, as unfair as that may be.The downside (pun intended) is just way too big (double entendre realized and enjoyed).
    • 9/19/2008 8:00 PM mary wrote:
      LMAO! It hurts bad enough to get your eyebrows waxed, I don’t even want to imagine