Showing posts with label Relationships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Relationships. Show all posts

Sunday, August 17, 2014

I'm Tired. I Don't Wanna Play Anymore.

I don't feel like writing anything.  In fact, I don't feel like doing anything.  But I know I need to write, and get it all out of my system.  And later, when i think, "was it really that bad?" I can look back and say, "wow, that was bad, and I made it through."

So where to start?

Scott - I just don't have the energy right now to be active and involved.  And besides, he's married and its wrong for me to be involved, even though we haven't done anything *wrong* I still feel guilty.  Do I love him? Yes.  At least I love the idea of him.  The problem is, I've put my wall up.  I'm on guard.  I don't really think hes going to actually leave his wife.  I don't really think we are going to actually get married.  And i don't really think that he'll seriously consider having a baby with me.  So I guess what I'm saying is that i have no faith in him, and its hard to play make believe with him.  Sad thing is, i don't want to say anything and mess it up if it really will happen.

Matt - Ugh.  That's all i can think to say.  I've avoided him because i didn't want to encourage him in this "relationship."  I finally worked up the nerve to tell him that we needed to have a frank discussion regarding our relationship, or lack thereof.  He agreed.  And he even added that no matter what we decide, his feelings for me won't change.  I took that as a good sign that we would have a friendly split.  Then we went to the James Taylor concert.  Afterwards, we ate dinner and talked.  I thought we came to an agreement that things that didn't have to change, but we would no longer refer to this as a dating relationship.  But what do you know, things have changed - towards a dating relationship.  I truly like him, care for him even, but this is never going to work and I'm back to being stuck again.  Ugh.

My Evil Mother - So much to tell, and I'm such a poor typist.  She had Memo's will changed on Thursday, July 31.  Memo started getting sick Friday and vomited nearly ever day.  Tuesday i insisted she go to the hospital.  She was having a complication from the pancreatic cancer.  I noticed in the middle of the week that my updates didn't make sense, and they were much less frequent.  Apparently, i was to be kept in the dark.  Memo finally accidentally told me a week later on August 14th. 

While she was in the hospital (Aug 5 - 7), I was stuck without a car.  I decided that instead of selling Memo's car to someone else, i would see about getting it fixed and buy it myself.  I had it towed in.  Repairs only came to $445 instead of $2,400.  My mother flipped when i she realized i might end up with transportation again.  She went to the sheriff and tried to imply that i stole the car.  She figured out which shop i had it in and while i was paying, she drove off.  She hid it at another garage in town (Herb Handly).  When i went to get the car registered in my name (Memo had signed the title so i could sell it), my  mother had requested a duplicate title, thereby rendering mine useless.  She's a bitch, but she's smart.  

Tuesday was my birthday.  I have to say, overall i had a good birthday experience, especially considering all the crap going on.  The Friday before i got to see James Taylor.  What an incredible concert.  I could so easily be a groupie!  :)  And the evening with Matt was very  nice.  He's a very good listener.  I worked the weekend, but it wasn't a bad weekend.  Sunday i got to go to church, and i met my FB friend Linda, and we went to lunch.  That was so good, too.  Tuesday, my actual birthday, i went for a consult with an attorney about my mother.  While that may not seem like a good birthday activity, it eased my mind a lot, so that was good.  Matthew and i went to lunch, and that was good.  Gawd I love that boy.  My mother made dinner - not impressed - and that was it. 

Oh, and a weird thing.  My mother wanted me to go target practice with her on July 4th.  We don't do that together.  Then i find out that she has purchased several new guns.  And now the weird part. . . for my birthday she is giving me a concealed carry class.  I DONT HAVE A GUN!!!  Why would I need a concealed carry class?!?  Honestly, i have concerns that she's trying to "accidentally" shoot me, or in the least,  try to make it look like I'm stealing one of her guns.  Theres something weird going on there.

Theres more, but i guess there always will be.  I do feel better.  I'm trying to fight off depression.  Robin Williams killed himself last Monday, the day before my birthday.  I was so saddened.  I think in a way because i saw it coming, and its sad that others didn't see it and try to save him.  And I wonder if could get too far gone in the despair and hopelessness.  I hope not, but it scares the daylights out of me.  It scares me for me, and it scares me for Matthew. 

 

Monday, June 30, 2014

The One That Got Away

Did you ever have "the one that got away?" It doesn't have to be a fish in your tall tale.  But everyone has one, don't they?  One weird example was the t-shirt that i really wanted to buy at the Carman concert when i was about 13.  My mother had given me the money, but she had also, over time, impressed upon me the fact that we had NO extra money.  I had the t-shirt in my hand, and i put it back.  I have never forgotten that moment, or the shirt.  That's why i tell Matthew that no matter how "broke" we are, that he should get something if he really wants it, cuz we'll still be broke even if he doesn't spend the money, so he may as well have something he enjoys.  But enough about my stellar parenting. . . ;)

My biggie that got away was Scott.  Scotty.  I was 19, he 22.  He was only the third person i had ever been out with on a date, and my second boyfriend.  I was in love, and not just a little.  With my mother's "help,' I stood up my grandparents for Christmas and we spent it with Scott's family.  He gave me a gold coin bracelet.  I was moved beyond words.  When we left that evening, i remember crying - bawling - because i was so overwhelmed with my love for him.  On Valentine's Day he proposed to me in his living room with his mom there.  Of course, i said yes. 

But things started getting weird. One evening in April we took a break from moving him to a new apartment.  He asked what i wanted to do, and thinking that he meant for the rest of the evening, i replied that i didn't care.  He suggested that he call me in a couple of weeks.  I was stunned.  I sarcastically asked if he wanted his ring back and he said yes.  I left in a daze.  I made it 2 blocks before i pulled over and sobbed.  As the days and weeks went by, i wanted to kill myself.  I became obsessed with cemeteries, and where I should be buried.  Why this didn't concern my mother, i have no idea.

The events of the night have permanently stained my perspective. I still rack my brain to figure out what i did wrong, what signal i missed, how i couldve been more clear about my feelings.  Anything.  I beat myself up, convinced that something is inherently wrong with me.  And it carries over to my dating, even today.  I've had 2 more people just leave for no apparent reason.  I feel immense stress about not pressuring someone, trying to be myself, all the while look for clues.

So why do i mention all this now? Because he is back in my life.  And believe it or not, i love him just as much 22 years later as I did on that Christmas night.  I still have to catch my breath when i think of him.  I'm not saying that I've never loved anyone else, but I am saying that I've never loved anyone like i love him.  And I'm so scared that history will repeat itself - again.

He says he loves me, that his feelings have never changed. I eventually (3rd visit) asked what happened way back then.  He seemed very sad.  He said his parents were very controlling (don't i understand!), and pressured him to end the relationship.  so what can possible go wrong?  I'll tell you - he's married.

He says he has already been planning for about 5 years how to leave her.  She has lied to him and ruined them financially.  I believe him.

I feel like such a hypocrite.  HE"S MARRIED.  IVE KISSED HIM.  I'm so conflicted. Not confused, conflicted.  This is what I've wanted for 22 years.  And yet, i don't really have him.  And I'm scared to death.  Scared he won't really leave her.  Scared that when he does, he'll like his freedom and not follow through on marrying me.  Scared I'll get so depressed that i cant function.  I don't think i can live through it a second time.  I know that sounds so melodramatic, but it's really how i feel.

Suddenly Sundays are bad.  He calls me everyday, except Sunday.  And Sunday i barely hear from him.  Is he just busy with church?  Is his family around more? Do they have family time, and is it good?  ugh.  i disgust myself.  And yet, I still want it.

He says he needs to wait a year.  I don't know if i can wait a year.  On the other hand, I've waited 22 years, whats one  more?

Will write more later. . .

              

Thursday, November 22, 2012

3 for 1


As the title implies, this will be three posts at once.  I don't like the idea of doing that, but I have a lot to get off my chest.

The Ring

About two weeks ago i received a Facebook message from my buddy mr raines.  He told me that Rick had a web site set up and that I was on it, and I should check it out.  Of course, I did so immediately.  There were several links to various legal battles, including one titled, "The Ring."  That's actually kinda funny cuz that's how we refer to the case.  well, now that i mention it, and with I'm about to tell, maybe that's not so funny, after all.  

First, he had his version of the break-up.  He got major points and time lines wrong.  While i wasn't happy that he posted this online, I took some comfort in the fact that the whole thing was the ranting of an obviously troubled man.  However, the one thing that was really flat-out wrong was that he said i was having sex with Ron while Rick and I were engaged.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  I will see about taking legal action to have that removed from the Internet.  So is this what I'm upset about?  NO.

With each court case, Rick posted photocopies of evidence he used, or tried to use.  On my case, it included receipts, canceled checks, love notes (???), etc.  Then the very last item posted was a letter from my mother.  Oh, yes, you read that correctly.  My mother!

My mother had written an email to an advice/counseling site about me.  apparently when Rick decided to sue me, she printed the letter out and gave it to him.  The photocopy he has is from a printout from her personal email, complete with the staple showing.  In other words, he didn't find this on the Internet, he had to be given a copy. I even went to the website, and you have to have an acct set up, and use the same email.

I know i shouldn't have been surprised, and i guess i wasn't, but i was deeply hurt again.  It was just a reminder of some of the terrible things she did during that time.  And i was mad at myself, because i never take myself seriously or trust my instincts.  I say that because at the time i suspected that she and rick were working together.  We went to walmart once, but shopped separately.  I came around the corner and she was talking with Rick.  I saw them a split second before they saw me.  He turned and left quickly, and she acted all indignant.  She told me that he wanted her help against me, but why would he think she would help him? She was very convincing.  Plus, you want to believe that your mother wouldn't try to help your ex.  It's not like there were children involved, or some other moral/ethical reason.  She just betrayed me cuz she could.

Along the same vein, I've been cleaning out the office.  I keep finding notes and paperwork related to that time in my life.  The whole thing is very troubling all over again.  If i had written this 2 weeks ago there would have been much more ranting and anger, but I've buried it again.  its the only way i can survive having to live next to her and interact on a daily basis.

I just feel so beat down by life, which leads me to my next topic.

The Pill

The little green pill.  My solution?  I certainly hope so.

Brace yourself for whining.  Life sucks. My life sucks.  I'm depressed, and with good reason.(here's the whining).

My mother and i lived together.  By now anyone should understand how distressing that is.
I got my own trailer, but it wasn't in great shape. And i had to put in my grandmothers backyard - next to my mother!
The trailer has something wrong with it all the time - electrical, plumbing, etc
My best friend, Terry, moved 12 hrs away.
I had to quit a job i really liked cuz it was now too far away and didn't pay quite as much as my PRN job.
I dated an a**hole.
In May, the a**hole got married, i quit the afore mentioned job, i had cosmetic surgery (for a birth defect) that didn't turn out right, I passed my certification but the new job didn't give me the raise they promised, and . . . Yeah, May sucked. 
The a/c kept going out in the house and i didn't have money to fix it.  Memo said she would, but never did.
And last, but not least, I'm reminded again of how much my mother truly dislikes me. And shouldn't your mother be the one that like you when nobody else does???

So yeah, I'm depressed. It's something I've struggled with it for years.  I've gotten pretty good at ignoring it and distracting myself so that i don't fall into a deep suicidal depression, but it's always there.  I'm lonely, I'm tired, I want to quit life.  I'm trapped.  I want to escape.  All i think about is escape.  Riding the horse in the woods.  Riding the horse at a dead gallop and never turning back.  I fantasize about what I'll do and where I'll go when Matthew leaves home.  And that's depressing cuz i really don't want him to leave. But I'm tired of being tied down to Monticello - and I'm only in Monticello for him.  And I'm so tired of being a single parent.  If it gets done, it's because i thought of it and either did it myself, or hounded him till he did it.  When will he be more responsible?  I feel like giving up there, too.  If he doesn't want to do something, at nearly 18, why bother making him do it? I'm just so tired.  All i want to do is leave.  I just want to leave.  I don't particularly like my job here.  For a small hospital, its good.  Its just a small hospital and not interesting and exciting.  I've got burn out, i think.  I would like a job that challenges my skills, at a place where they care about quality (but they're not stupid, either). 

So last week i had my annual evaluation.  I got written up.  Twice.  My turn around time is too long.  And i deserved to be written up.  There are times that i know there is a test in there and i procrastinate on doing it.  That's not me - i totally deserved to be written up and it was a good wake-up call.  However, i think the problem is bigger than me, or burn out or boredom.  I'm depressed, and have been for a long time.

So, last week i went to the doctor and asked for an antidepressant.  He put me on Zoloft.  The only difference i can tell so far is that my sleep is very disturbed.  Excellent.  :-/

I have my hopes that an antidepressant can help me.  At the end of August i hurt my hip.  The Dr put me on a Prednisone dose pack.  I was like a woman possessed!  I cleaned house 20 hrs a day, no kidding.  It was unreal.  Also, i quit obsessing about food.  It was wonderful. But at the same time, I'm scared that it was a manic phase and that I'm unknowingly bi-polar.  I don't know.  But i have been more depressed since that time, which Ive read is a side effect of steroids.  So, i don't know, but i hope the Zoloft helps. 

(2 days later)

I'm pretty disappointed in my little green pill so far.

Ive tried to stay upbeat, but I'm still depressed.  I know its only been 6 days, but still, i thought i would feel better.  I can certainly tell physical differences, so why cant mental outlook/differences follow suit just as quickly? 

Part of what's depressing is the physical side effects.  At the top of the list is insomnia.  Right now I'm averaging 2.5 hrs of sleep a day.  I started it when i had 3 more nights off work.  I've gotten less and less sleep, despite the fact that I'm staying up all night at work without even a cat nap. Like i said, i get off work, go home and lay in bed.  when i finally fall asleep, it's not very restful.  i wake up feeling  like I've tossed and turned for hrs, and it will only be 2.5 hrs, and I'm wide awake.  Its miserable.

Last night i noticed that my hands were shaky and jittery.  I felt like i need to yawn and stretch, but no stretch was big enough.

Tonight, my heart feels funny.  it could be from exhaustion, or it could be a direct side effect.

Before i started the Zoloft, i was thinking about suicide - not personally considering it, just thinking in general.  I never had a theory as to why somebody would do something so drastic.  Rick said it was because they lost hope.  i thought about it, and that seemed a reasonable explanation.  But last week i realized that there was a bigger reason, one more motivating.  It's an escaped.  the ultimate escape.  No problems with family, work, etc.  no more bills, no more responsibility.  No more lonely, no more fighting depression.  The best escape.  That makes sense.  At least it does to me right now.

Before anyone gets worked up, as if anybody reads this, i am NOT suicidal.  I'm just saying that i can see a bigger picture.

Then tonight i was thinking about how the Zoloft is supposed to be a wonder drug, and all I've gotten is to wonder what side effect will be next.  I thought, "I guess I'll be depressed forever."  That was depressing.  That's when i realized that Rick is right, too.  I thought, "no wonder people kill themselves, they cant bear the idea of living like this the rest of their lives - there's no hope."

Well, geez!  Now *i* wonder if I'm suicidal!  I'm just kidding, and I'll prove it with the 3rd topic - men!

Men

First of all, I've always liked older men.

Secondly, I'm terribly lonely (read post where best friend moved).

You see where I'm going with this.

I'll try to start at the beginning.  We (Matthew and I) started taking horseback riding lessons a couple of months ago.  When i told my mother who the instructor is, she said she was in 1st grade with him  Seriously.  When we got out there, he was a flirt, but I didn't take it seriously, cuz he's too old, right?  But the longer i was around him, the more i grew to like him. He has a funny sense of humor - smart ass, corny, sarcastic and just a touch of slapstick.  He's handsome - silver hair and piercing blue eyes.  He's not wrinkled a bit - i don't know how he pulled that off! And he seeps confidence.  And testosterone.  He's a  manly man.  He's short, but i never notice now because of the way he carries himself.  He's smart - and not just about horses.  He's a well-rounded individual.  I agree with all of his political views.  He has already gone out of his way to help me with the tractor - helpful and generous.  And he's a great kisser.

Yeah, you read that right.  He kissed me last week (only 1 week ago?!?)

It doesn't take a genius reading the above paragraph to realize I'm fighting off a crush - and not doing a very good job.  I really like him.  He's bothered by the age difference, though.  He said he felt like he was kissing a kid.  He didn't mean that as an insult - he has a daughter a year older and a daughter a year younger.  So i put it out of mind.  Then he kissed me again a  few days later. Now I really like him.  And I don't think it's all in my head.  He usually calls at least once a day and talks for 30 min.  He's been out to help with the tractor several times.  Yesterday he was in town when i was talking to him on the way home.  After i hung up, i sent a text asking if the feed store was open. He said yes.  After i got there, i turned around and he was getting gas next to my car.  We talked for a few min.  I really like him.


And I've wanted desperately for him to really like me.  When i first met him, he was casually dating someone.  She moved and it was couple weeks later that he kissed me.  But i was jealous of her every time i saw her car.  And I'm jealous even now that she was closer to him than i am.  How silly is that?!?  And I'm not even a jealous type.  But i guess it makes sense - I've always said jealousy comes from insecurity.  And obviously this "relationship" is tentative, at best.

Here's the problem: Is it because he's the only single male i know?  Is it a father issue?  I've wondered before if i like older men cuz of issues with my father. (btw, my father contacted me last February  I'm thinking of responding. Yes, 9 months later). At some point this past week, i realized i really want my father's acceptance and approval.  Maybe I'm looking for that with these older men.  Maybe i shouldn't consider an older man until after I've contacted my father?

I was telling Terry about him.  She didn't flat out say that he's too old, but she feels pretty strongly about it, i can tell.  I countered her points by saying that it's not like we're gonna get married and have kids.  She said, "why not?" I started crying.  My response was that I'm too old, and that's what i tell myself.  The truth is, i want desperately to be pregnant and have a child and be happy about the whole process!  But on the other hand, i do feel that i'm too old in many ways.  Matthew is almost 18 and i'm dying to stretch my wings! So basically, at some level I'm settling, but how?  Is it in regards to this older man?  Or is in regards to the fact that I'd rather have companionship now than wait for a potential father type?  I think if i were honest i would have to say that there's some of both - and more. (And i haven't even mentioned the adoption side road!)

After Rick, i said that i would not date someone significantly older than me.  But this man is so athletic and youthful.  That's the word Matthew used - "youthful.'

I wonder if i even want to get married.  I think I do, but it scares the crap out of me.  I think i want to ease into a long term comfortable realtionship.  I really want companionship.  I want someone to care about me.  I want to be able to take care of someone and have them enjoy it.  I want someone to enjoy my company.  I want someone to hold me.  I would like to be able to say, "I'm tired - can you take care of this for me?" And in turn, I want to spoil someone. 

I think this man can do all of that.  I like that he has his own life and wouldn't be smothering me.  The only thing i cant reconcile is sex.  I think it's wrong outside of marriage, but i want it and any man is gonna want it.  Cant we just have a committed relationship without marriage?  I don't even like the sound of that.  If you like it, put a ring on it, right?  But if we got married - he has these kids and a nice place.  Would i have to sign a prenup?  Would he do like Rick and leave me nothing cuz I'm not "blood?"  It's a trust issue - if I get married, I want the whole package.

So many questions. 

PS  I have not really proofed this, cuz i'm anxious to post while it's still current.  :)








Monday, May 2, 2011

. . . I Don't Know If I Can Do Right

Tracy Chapman's song reverberates in my mind. . .

At this point in my life
I’ve done so many things wrong I don’t know if I can do right
If you put your trust in me I hope I won’t let you down
If you give me a chance I’ll try
You see it’s been a hard road the road I’m traveling on
And if I take your hand I might lead you down the path to ruin
I’ve had a hard life I’m just saying it so you’ll understand
That right now, right now, I’m doing the best I can

At this point in my life
Although I’ve mostly walked in the shadows
I’m still searching for the light
Won’t you put your faith in me
We both know that’s what matters
If you give me a chance I’ll try
You see I’ve been climbing stairs but mostly stumbling down
I’ve been reaching high but always losing ground
You see I’ve conquered hills but I still have mountains to climb
And right now right now I’m doing the best I can
At this point in my life

Before we take a step
Before we walk down that path
Before I make any promises
Before you have regrets
Before we talk commitment
Let me tell you of my past
All I’ve seen and all I’ve done
The things I’d like to forget

At this point in my life
I’d like to live as if only love mattered
As if redemption was in sight
As if the search to live honestly
Is all that anyone needs
No matter if you find it

You see when I’ve touched the sky
The earth’s gravity has pulled me down
But now I’ve reconciled that in this world
Birds and angels get the wings to fly
If you can believe in this heart of mine
If you can give it a try
Then I’ll reach inside and find and give you
All the sweetness that I have
At this point in my life
At this point in my life


I just feel so sad. I don't know why, really. I know that I'm blessed, I don't deny that. It's just a pervasive sadness that's always in the background of my thoughts and feelings. Maybe it's worse because I'm exhausted.

Last weekend co-workers Michael and Leigh were talking about their respective proposals and marriages. So, they were talking and reliving and comparing. Michael is even going to repropose because he doesn't think his wife had a good-enough proposal experience the first time.

I always eagerly listen to these stories from people, per chance to find the magic formula that worked for them, and perhaps may work for me? I want details of how they met, how long they dated, when they knew this person was "The One" and how the details of the proposal went. I guess you could say that for that moment i live vicariously through them.

Then the conversation is over and they walk away, and I'm right back in my lonely confused world. I was so sad. I ~am~ so sad. I'm sad every time (why do continue to torture myself?), but i was overwhelmingly sad last week. I had to get busy and distract myself, and yet, it was there - sadness. I wanted to go to the bathroom and cry. But why? To wallow in pity? To question God? To blame my mother? To hate myself? What's the point?

I want to be child-like and beg God day and night for a wonderful husband and companion. And i want to point out that's it's not entirely selfish. I want to be a good wife to someone, no matter how hard it may be. But what if it's not God's plan for me? What if i beg and whine so he gives it to me? Will I be happy then?

Or what if it ~is~ God's plan but I'm such a distrusting screw-up that I've passed him by? Do you get a second (or 22nd) chance?

I really try not to think about it. Ever. And when I do, I'm trying to have an attitude of trust and faith. But does that mean I do nothing to pursue? I don't think so, but how far is too far for me to try to make it happen? Do I join an Internet dating site? If so, do I just have an ad, but never contact anyone, instead waiting for God to direct them to me? Or can I contact people? I don't have a great track record, so maybe I should just wait. On the other hand, I don't attract the best sort. . . All so confusing.

I have no answers. And I don't think anyone does. And about that time that have my emotions tidied up something hits me out of the clear blue. Like Karen talking about a funeral, and who she knows that knows this person. And how the girl got pregnant. Then that reminds me of something related to my experience. And then i think about how i should have married Daniel. HE obviously has the ability to stay married, seemingly happy. I obviously have problems. And if i had married him, Matthew would have his daddy.

And there it is - my overwhelming sadness.

And I wouldn't have all these issues with my family in my face, b/c married people have someone in their corner. They get more respect, on an individual basis, and from society as a whole.

Michael posted a quote for his wife on FB -

The fundamental guarantee of marriage is the feeling that you are worthwhile, that you cannot be replaced, that your partner needs you, that you are acting well, you are a fellow human being and a true friend. But comrades must be equal, for when people are equal they will always find a way to settle their difficulties. - Alfred Adler.

That's what's missing. I have nobody to take up for me, nobody that finds me irreplaceable. I don't feel that basic human validation of marriage that says I'm worth committing to and sacrificing for, that I'm worthwhile.

I hate that I need it so desperately.

Desperately.