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Lost: My son’s happy mom (She’s mostly friendly and comes to the word ‘Cake’)

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This is absolutely true.

How do I know this to be true?

Because I’ve been doing it to the person who means the most to me.

I’ve been defensive and sensitive and internalizing everything my son has said to me lately.  Projecting on him my current self loathing, self-deprecation and insecurities.

One example:  Yesterday I rose early, went immediately to the Laundromat and did our laundry.  Yes, ‘our’ laundry.  I see no point in making that trip and spending money on those machines only to do MY laundry.  (See, I’m already defending myself thinking ‘surely someone reading this is going to think why isn’t HE doing his OWN laundry.’)  I do this all the time.  Defend my actions/thoughts/opinions.  *Sigh*

ANYWAY!

I return from the Laundromat and tip toe around the house as my son had a late night with some friends.

I cleaned as quietly as I could.  I made two amazing dishes from scratch.  Then I had to vacuum … so I woke Nic.

It was after 1 p.m. by this time anyway.

I finally relaxed with a movie and some time later he found me in my bedroom telling me that the waist band of my jeans might be damp.

How did I take it?

I took it as a passive-aggressive remark in order to inform me that his jeans were not dried to completion.

My internal dialogue?

Well, SOR-RY! I mean, I only work full-time and support us both and YES, I knew I had only put our jeans in the dryer for 20 minutes this weekend instead of 30, because I wanted to come home on my last day off!  I knew they’d dry before anyone would be slipping them on.  And oh, excuse me for not doing YOUR laundry perfectly while you were sleeping and jobless and …

All of this occurred in my head.  What came out of my mouth was a lesser version.  Something like “So, you’re saying I didn’t dry your jeans enough?”

Paraphrasing.

But it was said with snark and my feelings were truly hurt.

Was that his intention?

No.

But I’ve felt so ‘less than’ that I consider everything an insult lately.

I’m not pleased with how I’ve been living, or rather NOT living my life.

I’m not pleased with my lack of gratitude or joy.

I’m not pleased with my weight gain or my indulgences.

I know I can change all of these things – but I just don’t have it in me right now.

I am unhappy.

And the way I’ve been treating others, mostly Nic, is a direct result of that.

I’m scared.  I’m scared I will be alone.

My Nannie is passing (I’ve mentioned this before) and my mum has been out of the country with her for coming up on two months now.

Nic and I discussed this, and in his youth – (I hope) in his limited life experience … said: “You won’t do that will you?”  Meaning want him with me as my life comes to a close and then linger.

I was shocked.

I weighed all the information I could grasp in my head so as not to lash out.  Of course, ‘hurt’ won out and I said, “No, I’ll be sure to die as quickly as possible for you.”

Ug.

self love

 I hope that by sharing this – getting it written down and out will be the start of ME taking action to STOP this hurtful cycle.

I want ‘happy Amanda’ back.  I want to respond to others with confidence and love.  I want to return self-love to those I care for.

First step: Acknowledge the problem.

Check!

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