Monthly Archives: January 2018

Really angry

I want to cuss everyone in the world out right now. Not necessarily because they deserve it. Because I’m angry. Because I’m fucking sick of everything about me being wrong.

I was fucking born wrong. Needing the kinds of help I have needed in this life has been wrong. My responses to things are wrong.

How dare I talk about feeling suicidal. Other people don’t want to read that shit. Why can’t I be more entertaining.

Why don’t I lay down flatter and take more shit.

Why don’t I conform more.

Why don’t I comply with a smile as if what other people want is just so awesome.

Because fuck you. That’s why.

cheating dirty whore

So today’s can’t sleep for crying moment is brought to you by getting spanked by forum moderators. Obviously I am deeply unhealthy and should seek therapy.

Oh fuck everyone on this planet who tells me I should pursue therapy.

WHY DO PEOPLE HAVE THIS MAGICAL BELIEF THAT THERAPY FIXES ALL OF YOUR GOD DAMN PROBLEMS?!

I spent years telling Noah I needed things to change. Way post cheating he admitted out loud that he was never actually open to that. So I was trying. I was verbally negotiating. I was trying to talk about what was going on for me and it failed. And I had my god damn therapist telling me constantly how Noah is the best husband ever and marriage is about compromise and you really need to meet his sexual needs since he does so much for you.

I owe him bleeding and pain until I die, apparently.

So in my fucked upedness I communicated how much I was flailing. By cheating. I went and spanked someone. I went and did something that there is no room for in my marriage. I went and did something that was a desire of mine that I’m supposed to just ignore for the rest of my life.

Then I came home and said I couldn’t follow any rules and I started stepping out. Which is like cheating only I told him I was unilaterally changing the rules and just doing.

Is it an ok way to handle conflict?

I could have left. I could have left my best friend and the only home I’ve ever had. That would have been my other option.

I could have declared that I can’t be a permanent whore who does not need considered by choosing to follow my mother’s path into destitution and homelessness and starvation. If I were a stronger person maybe I would have.

And now for the rest of my life I am worthless because instead I did something despicable. Leaving would have been “honorable”. Staying and hurting him back was wrong.

Because Noah was selfish about sex. I should have tossed everything overboard.

I guess.

But the problem is that even if Noah was an asshole about sex (and he was… for years…) I don’t know how to get past the fact that he is still the shining star in my life who has been kinder and more generous to me than anyone else alive.

He wasn’t raping me. He just… was selfish.

And I should have just left.

But if I had left I wouldn’t have come back. And I don’t know what would have happened to my kids because I would never have been ok or trusted anyone again in my life.

I could have done that instead.

I’m not saying that what I did was justifiable or right. I am saying I didn’t really have a better choice. I only had bad choices.

And that means I am bad. Forever.

34 weeks. Are we there yet?

So I’ve been taking the proton pump inhibitors to help with acid reflux. As I predicted, within a week their efficacy had dropped dramatically. At almost two weeks of use the ’12 hour formula’ lasts about 4 hours before I’m right back to burning acid. When I run out of this box of pills I’m just going to quit. Ice cream is just as fucking effective and will have fewer long-term consequences.

I’m exhausted and weary and I have nothing to give. My cousin is texting me about her dog dying and she thinks she had a miscarriage last week and she wants love and support. I told her I am too tired to have feelings. I am literally not capable of emoting for you.

I walked almost 4 miles yesterday and today I feel like death.

I’m getting to the point where I’m gasping for breath a lot of the day.

Sleeping is getting hard again. I had like a week or three that were great and now it’s sucking again.

I’m not responding to emails. I’m not caught up on mint and I don’t know when I will get caught up. I’m failing at a lot of chores. I feel so bad. I didn’t manage to get the stupid Christmas tree out for recycling on the day we could put it out whole. Now I’ll have to cut the bitch apart. That doesn’t sound like fun.

I am feeling pathetic and insecure about the curve of my life and the mistakes that I make.

I’m still scared of giving birth. A c-section that would be over in an hour is sounding…. so much less traumatic.

I told my cousin that for a while I’m going to need to be selfish and not focus on her at all because I’m 5-6 weeks away from repeating an experience that almost killed me last time. If I focus on her and use up the store of energy I have… that might mean I’m not here next year and I just can’t make that choice right now.

I’m feeling really scared.

For a while I felt like the baby shifted and was in a better position. Now the baby is digging into that same spot on my ribs again and I’m not sure. I go in for an ultrasound tomorrow and I’ll find out.

“Reach out and ask for help” uhhh… no. I’d rather slice myself to ribbons in the bathroom.

I want to hide in the closet until Valentine’s.

I feel like I’m scared and lonely and I want to talk to people and I absolutely do not want to talk to anyone because I’m self involved and terrible and I have nothing to give and if I have nothing to give then I’m a disgusting user and I should die.

I don’t know how this got so bad so quickly already again.

Judgment and internal compass

I feel like a flaming asshole for comparing the two dudes I saw at the party. I’m doing it less to make any kind of point about them and more to see for myself where my earliest judgments about people are proven true later.

My family is talking about moving constantly. It’s a huge focus of conversation and thought in our house. What is it going to mean to us? How is it going to work? No one thinks this house is long-term appropriate so moving is in the cards…

I am going to move somewhere and not have an entire back story with people. I will go to parties and not have a minimum of two former lovers in each room. It’s going to be… different. I depend a lot on the experiences I’ve had to decide if a person is safe or not. I’m going to throw out all of my hard earned experience and go start over.

Only I’m not really throwing it all away.

I’m thinking about the differences between the two men because I’m thinking about how to look for signals of appropriateness and compatibility in the future. Not for sex necessarily, but for friendship.

I like how God talks to me. Even though I was a very fucked up teenager who totally wanted to go there again after he realized that he didn’t want that kind of relationship with me he proceeded to enact healthy boundaries and stay my friend. He has never spoken to me disrespectfully in over 20 years of knowing one another. He’s not a braggart. He’s humble and giving and compassionate. His wife is a nice lady who has never boundary stomped with me and instead she is excruciatingly polite to me.

How do I look for people more like that in the future?

Well… for one thing when someone wants to sit me down to tell me how life is going and mostly I hear brags about how important they are at work… probably not going to be my kind of person.

It’s not that people are wrong for taking pride in their work. That’s totally ok. But if I’ve known you for a decade and we haven’t really talked in 3+ years and most of what I hear is that you are the only competent person at your job…

Mostly I’m going to hear that you don’t have a lot of respect for the people around you. Because in my experience most people who brag that they are the head of a department because no one else is competent… uhm… Hey… Dunning-Kruger…

I mean. I’m not saying that other dude is actually crappy at his job. I am not evaluating that in any way shape or form. But a complete lack of humility is a sign I probably won’t like someone.

And the fact that other dudes wife walked into the room and yelled, “AGAIN?! Don’t you know what causes that?!!”

Yeah. I know we had to go to the nice doctor who did the original vasectomy and get a reversal and then there was a whole process after that. Yup. I’m totally fucking aware of what causes my current condition.

And go fuck yourself.

Yes yes, you morally superior one and done people. I don’t give a flying fuck.

(I think it is fine for people to have one child. I think that it is obnoxious as fuck for someone to act like their choice is THE moral choice.)

When I had an issue with God’s parents… he stood up for me and did not allow them to verbally be rude to me. When I have issues with other dude’s family/wife… he just kind of looks down. Because he knows better than to sass the Head Bitch In Charge of his family… even as he snarks her and low level disrespects her constantly.

I want more people in my life who are consistent, respectful, and compassionate.

I don’t always pick poorly. Sometimes I manage to stumble across people who give me hope for my species.

It’s like my friend Y. A gal I’ve known since middle school. I visited her in Tennessee and I bought her the car. She’s generous, compassionate, and kind. Absolutely consistently across the board even when it isn’t easy for her.

do have a good picker. Even though I doubt almost everything about myself and my ability to evaluate if people are good or not.

But then we get into serious asshole territory. I’m not actually evaluating if people are GOOD or BAD. I’m evaluating if they are compatible with me. I’m evaluating if they model the kinds of behavior patterns I want my children watching and emulating. I’m evaluating if they are people who will help me feel like there are people who want me alive and who care about me.

Not that my life should depend on the evaluation of anyone else. I know that’s fucked up.

But can I go find people who will treat me in a way I want to be treated? I’m a picky and demanding bitch. I’m also generous and compassionate and I’m quick to step up if someone needs help.

I like people who want to be the helpers instead of people who want to be told how cool they are.

And that doesn’t really make someone good or bad. But it does decide a lot about how compatible I will be with a given person.

There is a big piece of me that is fairly terrified of trying to build a new community. That sounds hard. But I think back to the people who joined the various communities after me. The people who bravely asserted themselves and created spaces that were uniquely *them* shaped.

I can do that. And if I can do it without feeling constantly haunted by all the rapists from my past… maybe it will even go better. It’s not that I will find a community free of rapists… such a place doesn’t exist… but maybe my avoidance won’t kick in for a while.

I don’t know.

I want to believe that I can go find new good people. I want to believe that I am capable of attracting people who will be good to and for me. Not attracting in the sex sense. Just in the friendship sense. Because in the long run, my friendship with God is what has made him so wonderful in my life. The hour we had sex…. well, it was fun… but that’s not what defines our relationship.

I am so grateful for the lessons I have been able to learn with the people I have been privileged to know.

But maybe it is time for some new lessons.

Shit.

I didn’t do my annual end of year financial report.

My brain is so tired. I feel so stupid and incapable of thinking. Helping the kids through their chores is kind of my limit.

I feel guilty.