hi gang, I am miserable tonight. My support group went well and the month is finally-accontingwise over. my husband is starting to decompress from his job hunt and shooting his feet. i only have one or two more weekends locked up.
and i am miserable. I hate the four days worth of dishes that forever lie in the sink, on the counter, piled on the end of the table and that are abondonned a bit all over. I can,t catch up on any laundry. i get two blankets clean and 8 more show up with 10 days of my my daughter,s quick changes (twice a day) and my sons stuff that ends up on his room floor, the hallway to his room, around the litter and socks EVERYWHere else. then my husband,s stuff is is on, under, or lying around any piece of funiture you can sit on...
i have let paper accumulate a foot deep on all 4 bedroom chest, one library, and on shelving. ihave books and magasines all around my bed and work table and behind the sofa.
i have nagged and complained to my husband and about my husband,s idiot need to search the job market for his skills value, and hours before going to sign the contract call me in a panic blubbering about not going to leave the miserable construction dump accounting job. will i have another 8 years of... he called me FAT... he asked what rotting vermin was i heating up in the microwave... he vented the toilet over my desk and now says my area smells like ****...? all month i put up and comforted his concerns, fed his hopes and he calls me on the cell to cry in panic. and now he wonders if he did the right thing. GET OVER IT!
I am the worst mother i know. i want to rent out my vermin and have one week-end alone. i want to sit by a fire and read 4 books eating nice cheeses n baguette. i resent having to shell out to school, after-school services, daycare and now day camp. i want nice things, i want to go away to all those nice places my friends have visited that you need a passport to go to. i have my son,s school reports in my bag for two weeks and the clsc has not replied to my three messages. and i am pushing to see whatever pediatrician is available for my son. i finally got around to filling in my daughter,s psych questionaires for the hospital... after another week and a half.
i am not loving and supporting anyone right now. i feel hurt and useless. my home has been a mess for the past 15 !!! years!!! i have been stuck in the same deadend job for nearly 10 years with no hope of moving up and no confidence to get out. i am a whouse where my children do not even notice that i am yelling at them, and now my daughter sticks out her tongue at me when i scold her. useless. i am not pushing for my childen to see the proper specialists in the shortest possible waiting time. useless. i am not supportive and understanding of my husband,s recent needs and stresses. useless. i am cracking under the pressure of work and family. useless.
i am sure that is a someone barely making a living who would be 300% better than me at the job i do. i am sure there are thousands of parents who are desperate to have children and cherish and provide for them wholeheartedly. i am a slob and no better that the half controled father that had me and i am as infantile as my mentally deficient mother - they all were right to judge me so harshly. there are a thousand women who would happily kill to find someone like chouette to be with. here i am ready to toss it all and move to a convent in brazil.
no i am not suicidal. i am way too afraid of the karma that i will drag along with this spirit. i am afraid to miss. i am afraid of causing so much grief and pain. i am willing to maintain the status quo so only i suffer. it is just that some days are better than others.
i want something that will numb the pain inside. the pain of seeing that i have so little value; the pain of hating the person i am... my childish and unproductive hobbies, my substandard work, my single unequal relationship.