What follows is a combination of all the things that have been bothering me these past few weeks. They are in no particular order.
I am a suppressor. I suppress my feelings and I don’t let them out. I think part of the reason is that I feel if I do share my problems then I’m somehow burdening others with the weight of what I’m already carrying around. However, these past few weeks I have been so emotional that I have felt as though all of these burdens were being held back by a dam that was at its capacity. There is a reason why at times they have to let the water spill over the dam. It is because it cannot hold that much all of the time. Right now, I cannot hold back what I want to say. If you do not want to read my emotional outpouring, then by all means, move on. You don’t have to read or carry my burden. As for me, I just need to release it and let it go.
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Friends…
We start out dating and things are going superbly, until suddenly it is as though someone turned off everything on your end and what I’m left with is confusion. I’m not sure how I was supposed to respond to this “break up.” However, when you asked me in the grocery store that day what was bothering me and why I stopped talking, it was because of how you treated me. You asked me to walk with you through the grocery store and after everything that was between us for the last 3 weeks, you acted as though I was nothing more than your friend. I was devastated! I fought back tears the entire time I was with you in that store when all I wanted to do was bolt for the door and go out to my car and cry.
I did cry on the ride home. I felt like you had lied to me the entire time that we were seeing one another. I mean you were making plans and talking as though we were going to still be together months down the road. How was I supposed to take that?
Maybe I did become too attached, but I know that life is short. I gave you all that I had. I dove in over my head when I knew that I shouldn’t, because I believed in the scenario that you created of “us.” I didn’t want to, but I did. But don’t expect me to jump into the friendship role. Your other girlfriends may have been willing to do that for you, but I can’t. It hurt too much. Someone asked me if you knew how lucky you were to have me. I guess you either didn’t know… or you didn’t care.
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Family…
My dysfunctional family. Yes, you have a way of driving me insane. I’ve always been in the middle of everything, trying to play peacemaker. Of course, I gave that up.
I gave up a lot of things lately. I gave up calling you family.
Do you know how hurt I was when you didn’t even show up for my graduation? Do you know how used I have felt because after I helped with the baby shower, you don’t even associate with me? Do you know how hurt I have been? Do you even care?
The only person that I can depend on anymore is Kyle. It is one of the reasons why I am writing off all family. I’m cutting ties and I am seriously considering moving away and starting my life over. I think we need a fresh start.
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Starting over…
Seems like an impossible task. Of course, graduating from college seemed impossible, but I did it.
I did it! I graduated after 20 years. I didn’t give up! I held on!
Now I am trying to find a teaching job. But God hasn’t pointed me in the direction that I’m supposed to go. I am waiting on the doors to open so that I knew exactly where it is that I’m supposed to go teach.
Lord, where is it that I’m supposed to go?
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The Twilight Zone…
When I went down to Timmonsville, it seemed as though I crossed over into some strange alternate universe. Nothing was the same. My entire world seemed to have been shaken upside down and all around.
I realized something recently, though. God can’t put my new life into order until He shakes apart the old one. He’s building me a new future and to do that, He has to make room for the good. It is never easy and it is never comfortable, but I am trying to learn to accept it. I have to accept what is happening, pray for peace through it, and grasp the fact that what is on the other side of this growing process is something amazing: a blessing.
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Traditions…
We used to have traditions. We used to celebrate holidays.
We used to be a family.
We did not have Thanksgiving dinner. I cried because of it. Not because of food, but because having the foods that my mother cooked would always make us feel as though she were here with us. I miss my Mom! I needed to feel that closeness to her through cooking… through tradition. But I didn’t have that.
Christmas is coming and I do not have MY tree up. The ornaments that I have made each year with my children are not here with me. There is no room for a tree here. But a tree without gifts is bare and I can’t afford presents. I can’t even afford to buy stocking-stuffers… but the stockings are not here either.
Kyle has always sacrificed so much. I hate that he will not have anything for Christmas. His wish list?
A bed to sleep in and a place of our own.
I just can’t afford that until I find a better paying job.
I need for things to come together soon