I need to get some of this out

I’ve been hiding from my phone for the past couple of days.  Ok, maybe not hiding, but I plug it in and walk away from it.  I don’t want to be near it.  Families… weddings… I swear, weddings, funerals and babies bring out the crazy in people.  And typically – when the crazy comes out – someone gets hurt.

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I guess this time… that person is me.  I’m hurt.  Reeling actually.  I feel as if I’ve been singed and cut by someone I never thought I’d have to fear.

My “bro”.  He’s not related to me by blood, but we call each other “brother” and “sister”.  We met 13 years ago, he was my neighbor who lived with his then-girlfriend across the hall.  I swear, the first time I met him, I knew he was my brother from another mother. LOL.  We’ve had a lot of ups and downs over the years, but we were always there for each other.  He’s always been there for me.

I knew, as his wedding day approached that our friendship was about to change in a big way.  Ideally, I’d gain a cool sister out of the deal.  But she has never seemed to have much interest in that, we don’t share a lot of the same ideals, so I get it. Actually – I wish she understood exactly just how much I get it.  The Bro’s life is about to change in a pretty serious way.  His life now must be with her.  Up until recently, I’ve been excited to think about what is in store for their future… moving in together, babies, eventually buying a house, doing all the things that I know he wants to accomplish.  And I knew that our friendship would move to the very back… like nosebleed seats.  And I’m cool with that – hell – I’ve been pushing him in this direction.  I guess I figured we’d get through his wedding day first.  I was wrong.  And truly, I’m not sure our friendship can recover from this.  And if I’m honest, After all that was said, I’m not entirely sure I want it to.

I won’t spill all the details here… but I will say that I wish I could help some people see how much their words can damage.  How their tone and the way they approach other people will directly impact how their words are received.  I will also say that it takes a very brave and yet rather stupid man to judge another.  My bro laid out many of the decisions I’d made over the course of my life … pointing out my mistakes, effectively rubbing my nose in the areas he felt I didn’t measure up.  Not just in my past, but even now.  But he did all of this, only knowing bits and pieces of the story.  He judged me… and it came across with anger, disdain, disappointment and shame. His soon to be wife even joined in the “fun”.  She’d verbally attacked me prior to my bro letting me have it.  Screamed at me and said I was a horrible “best man”.  Ironic she did that when I was putting finishing touches on some bachelor party related stuff earlier that evening.  It was a hard hitting 1-2 verbal sucker punch from them as a couple.

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I won’t lie, that first 24 hours after they both let me have it… I was a wreck.  I broke down.  I bawled and went quiet.  I crawled inside my world and licked my wounds.  I wasn’t even angry, I was self-reflective.  I had to check myself… make sure that what he’d said wasn’t true.  I guess because I’ve been actively working on self-improvement, I had to really take a good look and make sure that there weren’t areas of his feedback that I needed to consider.  The next day, we spoke again and he apologized and tried to sweep it under the rug.  Even tried to deny some of what he’d said the night before.  I thanked him for the apology but stated that for me to feel comfortable attending the wedding and the festivities, that I would like an apology from his fiance/soon to be wife.    He agreed that I deserved it, but warned that I might not get it from her right away.  He laid out various reasons and excuses for why I should just let it go.  About 15 minutes after he said he’d talk to her and get back to me, my phone rang.  It was her, and I answered it pleasantly, as I didn’t want to start things off on the wrong foot.  She immediately started yelling – even yelled an apology.  Yea – cuz THAT feels totally sincere.  I hung up on her, and texted her that perhaps it would be better to move to text.  Honestly, I just didn’t want to be yelled at anymore.  We texted a little – but I pretty quickly gave up on that too.  So here I sit, no sincere apology and still feeling incredibly upset and uneasy a few days later.

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Yes, I could back down… I could suck it up and be there for him on his wedding day.  And likely – I will do this.  More for me than him.  I don’t want to feel guilty 10 years from now for not showing up.  And I’ll go into it knowing there’s the potential for drama, or daggers being thrown at me, there will be the potential for awkward uncomfortable silences, and even worse, a high chance that I will end up feeling used or insulted by the end of all of this.  I will suck it up, BUT… I’m done.  Or at least I think I am.  I’m going to just keep going down my own life’s path… because I’m dying to see what happens in the next chapters of my life.  To get thru this, i’m going to keep telling myself that it’s not my circus, and not my monkeys.

I’m a grown woman who’s made a successful, full and happy life for herself.  I’m a woman who has good, sweet, smart children who may stumble or struggle in their life in places, but who know without a shadow of a doubt that their momma loves them and would do anything to see that they are safe and well cared for.  I don’t deserve to be talked to or treated in that manner.  Especially when what is being said isn’t true.  At least I had that going for me, I knew, deep down in my heart that nothing they said was true about me… that it was being said out of spite and anger and jealousy.  But here’s the thing, even knowing that… it still hurt.  It was a different hurt tho.  This hurt came from knowing that the someone I trusted over the years is now throwing daggers… they are no longer worthy of my trust.  That perhaps I’d misjudged him all along.

So … because of all of this… I’ve been avoiding my phone. I’ve been staying off social media and just kind of hiding in my world.  I’ve had some shifts in a few friendships in the last few months… each of them shook me to my core for various reasons.  This one is no different.  What is interesting to me is that when I promised myself that I’d get healthy, even if that meant cutting toxic situations out of my life… I guess I didn’t realize how many of my relationships had toxic layers woven into them.  Maybe living on my own and staying single for a while truly WAS the best thing I could have done for myself.  I’m so glad I’ve done it up to this point.  I’ll have to watch myself moving forward… I’m putting up my walls with everyone – unintentionally.  And I don’t mean to.  I am just unsure on who to trust, vs. who will judge me or hurt me.  Easier to just put up the walls a bit.

I had an interview today – it went quite well.  I felt confident, for the first time in months actually.  A genuine confidence, not the kind where you fake it till you hopefully make it.  Maybe being shaken to my core this weekend was good for me.  Helped remind me who I am.  Where I’ve been, and more importantly, where I am headed.

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The Inconsiderate Ex

middlefingersWow what a day I’ve had.  Much of it was spent being screamed at.  The ex.  You see, it is his weekend to have the kids.  And it dawned on him this week that he didn’t want to give up his valentines.  He asked if I’d keep the kids.  I had plans and said I couldn’t change them.  He FREAKS out.  I’ve heard guilt, yelling, and mean remarks about when we were married.  He’s roared at me, and spun it around in such a way that I felt guilty.  As if I hadn’t communicated that it was his weekend, even though I know I had, many times.  I finally caved and told him he could bring my son home tomorrow afternoon.  I asked if that meant he’d be taking them next weekend instead.  He says no, it’ll be my weekend.  I reminded him that will be 3 weekends in a row and he freaks out.  I’ve just had it.  I’m sick and tired of all of it.  I still pay his stupid phone bill, I’ve paid 40K of OUR debt this year and he hasn’t contributed a dime.  He’s shown up a few times with medical bills for my little one for me to pay.  The last one I just told him… Figure it out.  And now, I have had to change my plans for valentine’s day just to accommodate him and he can’t even be nice about it.

He finally said thank you.  But then lied to me (I didn’t call him on it, but I know when he’s lying).  I’m just sick of it all.  How about the fact that I had the kids last year for valentine’s day.  How about the fact that I had plans that I was honestly looking forward to FOR ONCE in my life and once again, he has to jump in and try his damnedest to ruin them.

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Well not THIS time sucka!  Not going to happen.  I’ll shift my plans as best as I can to lunch and say “SCREW you!” in my head as I smile and politely collect my son.  Why?  Because THAT is now my job.  To do my best to work with you, even tho you cannot plan anything, you’re wishy washy, inconsistent, and worse… completely and 100% inconsiderate to other people.  Because it is healthier for you to stay in my son’s life than it is to not to.  Because if I can teach my son through my own actions, how to communicate, how to handle yourself when you’re being bullied, and how to still find a way to embrace happiness, then I’ve totally done my job.

And that’s worth it, damn it!

A pep talk

I had a bit of a rough go of it last night.  Got into a fight with the bro over something really quite stupid.  And I mean.. REALLY dumb.  I suppose I should restate that… he fought with me.  I tried to squash it, tried to make him realize that there was no reason to fight because I was in agreement with him. But I couldn’t tune out the nasty attitude.  Went to bed thinking – “great! I traded one asshat for another”.  That’s not really true of course, I love my bro and am grateful he’s in my life and that we live together.  We kinda need each other right now, and that’s cool.  What I don’t like is the occasional fight.  The occasional need to walk on eggshells to avoid a fight.  The occasional tears that flow when he says something that hurts my feelings.  For the most part tho, I don’t let him see that.  I woke up this morning and had a great morning.  Took my daughter to school, stopped for coffee and hot chocolate on the way in.  Sang to music and laughed over some stories on the radio.  The ex called just as I pulled into work.  Guess he talked to the bro this morning and heard about the argument from last night.  Wanted to know what’s going on with me. Sigh.  I hate that question.  And I only seem to get that question from people who don’t understand or people who don’t always support the decisions I make. That or people that I have chosen to not include in my circle of trust – because they’ve said or done something to lose that right.  The ex is one of those people.  And sometimes, so is the brother.  I share everything with him, but at the same time, I get sick of justifying why I’m doing something – so I stop sharing.

What’s going on with me?

Life!  🙂  I am doing damn well.  I have an amazing job – yea it wears me out a little, but I’m LOVING it.  I have amazing kids who I enjoy the hell out of and couldn’t imagine not having in my life.  I live in a beautiful house that is finally starting to feel like a home – even if it is still oddly empty in places where the ex took furniture and electronics.  I have some amazingly awesome friends… some local and some not who are my support system, my rocks… the peeps I turn to for a laugh or to share something silly, the folks I can be honest with about my fears and wishes and hopes and dreams.  I, for the most part, don’t stress about bills or money, and love that I have the ability to do what I need or want for my family and friends when they need a little help or spoiling.  For the first time in my life, I can see that I’m on the path to something AWESOME.  I don’t fully know all the ins and outs of getting there – I don’t think I’m supposed to.  It’s not about the destination – it’s about the journey, after all.  I’m finally at the point in my life where I realize that I’m pretty damn cool – most of the time.  Hey we’re only human, no one can be fucking awesome ALL the time.  🙂  hehe.  THAT is what’s going on with me.  Dang it all.  🙂  I worked my ass off to get to this place.  I’ve been to hell and back, and have no intention of visiting again…if I can help it.

My biggest annoyance through last night and this morning is the fact that the folks who question my life and my choices are the people who are too afraid or too lazy to work to do something to change their own.  Maybe it’s arrogant and rude of me, but I don’t feel sorry for you people!  I really can’t. I may have, at first, but you are responsible for your own life.  The life you have is what you make it.  If you’re unhappy with it – DO something to FIX it!!  I can’t fix it for you.  Hell – even if I could, I wouldn’t.  I have my own life to navigate and figure out.  I’ll happily be a cheerleader for/to you .. but that’s it. The work – it’s on you.  Just like it’s on me for mine.  Own it.  Live it.  Love it. 🙂