Self. Indulge me.


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Indulge me – and my foul mood.

You know, I read a friends blog who has Aspergers, and a common thread that I pull from her carefully woven words is that she is trying to process the world around her and her place in it.  But what I feel from her words to a degree of envy, is that she knows herself.

I don’t know who I am anymore.

I feel, right now, like a bundle of contradictions – my muscles and my gut tight with the many facets of me that don’t play well with one another.

I despise liars, cannot stand to lie – yet lie to myself.

I cry at romantic movies, and a part of me yearns for the fairy tale ending, while the rest of me knows no one could possibly scale the walls I’ve built around me.

I abhor child abuse – and yet, just this afternoon I spat ugly words over the phone at my son after I perceived that he lied to me, when he was suddenly ‘not hungry’ after I asked him what he wanted from the shop for dinner rather than a drive thru.  The sudden, let down, it’s-not-good-enough tone of his voice hit me where it hurt. I seethed.  Thinking, ‘Ingrate’.  And let him have it.

I might as well have slapped him, because I know how painful venomous words are.

I am impulsive and ugly.  I am better alone.

I am always so desperate to please, then resentful that people take so much from me.

I am contradiction incarnate.

And now I am home – and the door to my sons room is closed, and the light is off.  And we may as well be a thousand miles apart.

And we are.

I’m in my self-hatred and he is probably letting a nap take him after licking his wounds.

I won’t open his door.

I am stubborn.  I am grateful for every day and painfully aware of how, without warning there can be no more days – and yet I squander them.

I don’t plan for the future.

I am content with ‘enough’, yet also settle.

I work hard – I give and I give all that I have.  And I am tired.  I am not well.

Somedays I only know what day it is because my pill-box reminds me.

I count my blessings, and neglect them.

I am 43 and responsible – and inside right now I just want to curl into the smallest ball I can muster and sob my soul right out of me.

I’ve never felt so alone, and yet have so many friends.

I say I’ll bare it all on my blog and yet, almost every post I find I edit in some way.

Well not this one.

About debaucherysoup

I've traveled 4 continents, affording me experiences and adventures to last a lifetime. Most important was the exposure to other cultures, beliefs and lifestyles. I'm also mom to one of the most amazing human beings I know.

Posted on February 6, 2013, in Gratitude, Motherhood and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Reblogged this on MetaRead360 Small Press presents and commented:
    Consider yourself…mmm…indulged…;)

  2. My urge is to make you laugh, to ‘joy’ you out of your pain. I am told by my therapist, that to be empathetic, is to “sit with someone, in their pain”. So please know that I’m sitting here. in your pain with you…being human. It probably wont help, but in a day or two, it’ll be back to normal. Your a nice person, you really are.

    • I’m okay today – I just had to put my raw feelings down. I can’t just candy coat my life. I have my dark moments – and if this blog is the one place I am honest, and the one place I can maybe say something that another single parent or woman can read and think ‘yeah … I get that’ then I’m pleased. Thank you for sitting there. xxx

  3. O.k. friend!!

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