Y’all, I’m really struggling today. I don’t know if my hormones are out of whack or what, but I just want to curl up in a ball and cry. And sleep. And eat waffles. And cry and sleep some more.
Mom commented on my facebook status yesterday. First time she”s tried to contact me since the dozen or so text messages she sent almost month ago telling me what a bad daughter I was. She wants to know how I am, and said she loves me.
I really can’t believe she chose this particular medium to try and communicate. Like everything is just supposed to be ok, now, like I’d forget what she said and the fact that she doesn’t seem to be able to take care of herself, her finances, or her house. And she’s put me between a rock and a hard place, because anything I respond with either makes me look like the bad daughter who’s mean to old ladies, or like everything is ok (which it’s not). So am not responding, at least for now.
But that doesn’t mean that potential responses aren’t swirling around my head every other minute. Things like: “For someone who wants everything in her life kept secret, you sure ask loaded questions on Facebook” or “I’m pretending I’m fine, isn’t that what we’re good at?” or “First you use text messages to tell me how awful I am, and now you’re telling me you love me on facebook? Really?” or “Doing fine. What’s your bra size, I hear the Huntsville Times is looking for an article.”
Mom, if you find this and are reading this, this is how I am: I’m still hurt, angry, and sad. Mostly just sad. I’m sad that it came to this, and that you can’t see what the problem is. I’m sad that you’re pushing everyone away – and have always pushed people away when they tried to help. I’m not posting this on Facebook, because I think I deserve more from you than a comment on my status that blatantly assumes everything is alright. And because, honestly, I don’t want to have to explain to everyone on facebook what’s going on. See you in October.
Not talking to my mother has it’s advantages – I’m not dealing with the drama on a daily or weekly basis, and I’m not dealing with the superficial “everything’s fine” phone calls once a week when I know everything is not fine. But I’m also having to tiptoes around things I say on social media, things I say to mutual friends. I’m not keeping the hoarding secret anymore, but I don’t really want to shout it from the mountaintops, either. All the things I want to say – hurtful and otherwise – fill my brain and make my head want to explode. Add this to my usual lack of sleep and the headache I’ve had for months… yeah.
I just feel like, maybe I’m asking God for the wrong things. But I don’t know what the right things are. I just want to not be stuck between enabling and avoiding anymore. I’d like to know I’m making the right decisions, because the ones I’m making are hard.
I’d like to blame this funk I’m in on my mom, and it’s probably related. But I was doing ok, just tired and headachy, until a couple of days ago – and I’ve been slowly, steadily sliding downhill since then, so she can’t be totally to blame.
I got some St John’s Wort, maybe it will help. Maybe I’ll get some sleep this weekend. Maybe when I go to the doctor next week, they’ll trace down this headache and fix it. I just don’t know.
This entry was posted on Thursday, July 28th, 2011 at 1:25 pm by Deedee
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