I’m going to be a published author soon. It’s crap, really. A technical article in a technical magazine, and it’s been revised and edited so much it’s barely discernible as anything I could really put my mark on, but nonetheless, it has to do with the project that consumed my professional energies for the better part of the last year. So in a way, it’s kind of a big deal. A culmination of sorts.
There was some talk of pulling the plug on one of my other major projects today. That’s a bit disconcerting. We’ll work it out, I’m sure, and all will be fine. Even so, it’s sort of a shocker.
Ex-spouses had various things to say today, both his and mine. His? Some squabbling over child support. That’s always a sensitive subject, for either party involved. They’ll figure it out. Mine? Is getting married. In October. I’m happy for him, truly. I want him to have happiness in life, so I’m glad he found somebody else. It seems sudden, but it’s his MO, so I’m not all that surprised. I wish him well.
The bride to be is going through a divorce that is under contest, and a guardian ad litem has been appointed to see to the best interests of her three children. The GAL wanted my number to inquire about Gadget, since the new family will be living with him soon. Of course she can have my number, but he wanted to know what I was going to tell her about him. He thinks I’m vindictive and will say things to spite him. Shows how much he knows me. He said she was going to ask about what went wrong with our marriage. What went right? Not a whole hell of a lot. Two beautiful boys.
My 84 year old dad has had his driver’s license revoked, so now he thinks he wants to move to an apartment in the city. There is much family debate on how to accomplish this. The logistics alone are daunting– he has a staggering collection of books. His main complaint is the inconvenience of senior transportation. I’m sort of cold, I guess, because time is all he has, so if it takes a bit longer to get from point A to point B because public transport is involved, what is the big deal? It’s far better than being behind the wheel when you’re practically blind and you can’t feel your feet to know whether or how much you’re braking or accelerating. He would still have to deal with public transportation if he lived in the city, and it might even take longer since there is more population and with that, more stops. He might be better off to stay put. He lives in a mild climate. Either way. There is drama, discussion, mixed up communication, and bruised feelings. Why do I think it’s my job to sort it out so that there is peace within the land?
There is the matter of my niece – she has a sadness that I don’t know how to reach or address. It hurts me, for the people I love to be hurting, and for me not to know what to do about it or how to help it, when all I want is for them to feel joy.
There is the matter of my sisters being protective of me, and cautioning me to believe more in myself and acknowledge or give more credence to that which I have to offer, which is a lot. This translates to ‘he better be good enough for you’. They speak it out of love for me, not out of disregard or disrespect to Skills, yet there he is on trial, defenseless, guilty until proven innocent. So unfair.
To compound it all, my emotional state is railing. I had the Mirena installed yesterday, so a foreign object, extra progesterone, cramps, headache, nausea, and constipation all add to the already prevailing PMS which only exacerbates all of the above.
I can only take so much at any given time.
These are some of the things that filled my head today and spilled into my evening that had been set aside to be sweet and magical. I totally blew it. Had I had my wits about me, I could have taken a moment to assess each thing as it crossed my day, and said, hey, do the thoughts I have about this particular thing serve me well? And if they don’t serve me well, then adjust the way I think about them — either dismiss them completely, or find a way to look at them in a positive light.
But no, I didn’t do that. Guard down. Reactionary all day. I brought him down, I brought myself down.
And all the while, I’m frantic, because I have only the tiniest window of time in my life that I can carve out for togetherness and I want so much for that time to be rich and full. Watching it vanish in a split second rips me to shreds and I feel so frustrated that I’ve wasted time, when time is so, so, so precious and I just can’t afford for this to happen.
Recognizing that destruction only serves to make things worse, because then I berate myself for not being stronger and more vigilant and more prepared, and there’s nothing left to do but go home, try to regroup, get some sleep, and hope to God things look better in the morning.
It’s tragic though. I can’t get back wasted time. It’s gone.
I can’t get out of myself. I can curl up in fetal position and cry my eyes out, but I can’t get away.
So here I am. Hysterical. Untouchable. Alone.
