Saturday, January 16, 2010
I don't like my family?
D and I have been working a lot on a lot of things, mainly learning more about myself and then seeing where that takes me. Well over break when I was with my family I learned that I have a hard time liking them. I understand them fine, and I guess they are accepting of the me that they want me to be (Which is always something different everyday) but... they are ignorant, rude, negative, and annoying... And that's really not even the half of it. I don't do them justice by lying about who I am around them, D says, but then again why should I? I love them to death don't get me wrong. I can't imagine my life without them, without them I wouldn't be me... and that would be pointless. I am just really aggravated that I have to work so damn hard to please them all the time. Of course that is my choice... so I plan to choose to stop it.
I don't know where this is going. I do love my family a lot and I don't want to come off as some snobby bitch who always wants her way and hates life... but really it is annoying having to pretend to be someone I am not. It is scary learning how much I don't like my family. I am disappointed in my mom... how the fuck do I tell her that?
Mom-You should have been there... a normal mom would have been there... why weren't you there? Why did you let me throw my childhood away? Why did you HELP me throw my childhood away? What did I do to deserve this?
I explained to D the horror of my situation... I have both of them wanting me to be a baby... when they want me to be... and then they want me to be their friend... on their beck and call, and then they want me to be the foundation, the rock for the family that keeps them going. I am sorry but I can't nor do I want to be all of those things. I just want to be your equal please! I just want to feel loved and love you and that's that... I don't want to be the rock and I don't want to be the fucking baby...
I am not a baby. I am younger than both of them, I am my mom's child yes... but I am not a baby. I am a grown woman who still has a lot of growing to do... I am smart and talented and open minded and I hate being called a baby by someone I can't really respect. Does that make sense?
Oh god I feel like a horrible person for even saying these things. I should just be grateful for what I have and move on with it... but I am not (apparently)
Maybe one day I will be.
And then Brett... don't even get me started on Brett. He is kinda a douche bag... he doesn't think he is because he hates that term... fine he isnt a db he is an ahole... is that better really or are they about equal? To be so ignorant and yet so full of yourself is unappealing. He is a great guy and most of his traits are one I would love to find in a guy... but there are definitely things about him that just piss me off. And he doesn't seem to care at all. I know there are things about me that piss him off but what the fuck really? Maybe we shouldn't live together, maybe it is a bad idea after all.
I don't know anymore...
I just want all of my relationships to be as easy as the one I have with Tove... why is that too much to ask?
*sigh*
Alas (:)
Good night.
ANGEL
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Peace
I am so care free but am I free of care? Absolutely not, it takes more energy for me to be the person I think they want to see when in reality, I need to be me. I can't carry on this way anymore especially considering the fact that my life will soon get more complex with my work being my number one priority something that will impact me emotionally quite often. I need to be able to be myself.
sick of this
Where's the anger from?...
I discovered today that I am angry. Anger is not a bad thing like I once thought it was… it is funny cause with the discovery of being angry I realized I am angry with my mom and my brother. Not with them right now but with them and the past. For example, I am angry with my mom for putting so much emotional stress on me when I was just a young teenager. For telling me everything that was going on in her divorce with my dad while it was unfolding in front of my eyes. For not controlling her drinking during the divorce and for jumping so quickly to moving and then being with Clint. It was like dad was barely gone and Clint was in the picture. And sure, he was just her friend and they didn’t sleep together or anything, but we all know what he was a replacement for. When Clint was just barely faded John was in the picture. I am angry with her not taking care of herself emotionally and spiritually the way she says she has. I am angry that she lectures me about taking better care of myself when she doesn’t take as good of care of herself as she should. I am angry with the idea that anger has to be a bad thing. When did it get this bad “rap”? I think anger is healthy. It is important. I am angry with my brother for leaving me to carry it all. I carried it all and I am angry about it. I am angry with my brother for wasting his life, he has a perfectly good one and he wasted half of it… I am not angry at him now, this doesn’t mean I have to hate him or be mad at him, but the anger is there and I have to work through it. I have to process it before I can be happy from my toes to my eyes.
Disappointing
Friday, November 27, 2009
Rage
the end
IM done
forever
angel