Maybes
My life isn't what I want it to be. I feel guilty even typing that. It's been a year since I was writing a handful of Christmas cards to send to my close friends, and I was writing the same thing....that my life wasn't what it needed to be, and I knew that what I was living was a prelapse existence and needed to be altered. It's 12 months later and although some things have changed, nothing has changed. I have no one to blame but myself. I'm stressed and anxious and triggered and panicked, almost all the time. I don't want my children to grow up with this version of me, but this is who shows up for them.
I feel overwhelmed, exhausted and on edge. But I KNOW the things I need to do to change this. That's the most fucked up part - I know how to make this better, but instead of doing it I'm drowning in slow motion. A lot of my day to day existence happens in my head. I don't have people to talk to; not in the way that you do when you work with a group of people every day and become friends. I don't have people to vent to. Even when things are bad between me and Christina, I don't want to tell anyone because I know how that goes, too. When you only talk to people about the bad parts of your relationship, they assume it's all bad. And most of the time, I expect it to get better.
Moving to a new state without my children and not working really isolated me. I had Charlie every week, but that was pretty much it. Christina and I had only known each other a year. We'd only been married 4 months when my sister died. We've been through an awful lot of major stressors in the short 3 years we've been together:
- her divorce
- both moving to a new state
- her cutting all her toxic (but previously closest) friends out of her life
- Jenna moving to Germany (so zero shared custody)
- Christy's mental instability and chaos
- my constant travel to Ga and back to get my kids
- my sister dying
- buying a house and moving again
- my boys coming to live with us
- legal battles with both Christy and Jenna at different times
- a difficult blending of the kids
- Ari's autism diagnosis
- her sister stealing their Grandmother's money
- both of our exes moving within a 5 mile radius of us at different times
- her herniated disc and back surgery
- my broken wrist
- Avery's broken arm
- financial turmoil/debt related to issues with the "new" house, my boys moving in & spending $40k on a timeshare
- my frequent dissociation, flashbacks and withdrawal
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