Sunday, March 11, 2012

not so.

Here's the thing. When Mr. Hate left, there was a part of me that knew, deep down inside, that the fatherhood thing was going to blow up in his face. He has never been what you would call a "natural" father. When we were together a good portion of my time was spent nudging him in this direction or that, trying to model good parental behavior. "Show your dad your good school paper!" "Kiss the kids goodnight, honey..." "Give her a hug..." His own dad was a lovely man, but never really got the hang of involved parenting. Therefore, Mr. Hate grew up without a dad to emulate when he became a dad himself. When First was a baby, I tried to get Mr. Hate to help out more, and I remember him sort of whinging and saying "I don't know how he worrrrks!"

Cut to nineteen years later. Third was TOTALLY bitching tonight about how she hates -- really hates -- going over her dad's house. She doesn't go for weekends anymore, and she resents the heck out of having to go there for dinners. I asked her, for the 800th time, why she hates going there so much. And I swear to God, she said to me "He doesn't get me. It's like he doesn't even understand how I work!"

And there it is. She now knows, without anyone having to tell her, the truth about her dad. The penny has dropped. He just does NOT get how to be a dad. I used to help him, all the time. I don't now. He still blames me for every single issue he has with the kids, by the way. I am not supportive enough, I am not doing enough to "promote" him to the kids, on and on. Heaven forbid he should consider his OWN behavior!

The thing is, I didn't feel the way I thought I would.

I thought I would feel completely validated. A sense of union with Third, almost....but I did not. I just felt terribly sad. As much as the kids drive me NUTS somedays, they remain the best thing I have ever done, and the people I am so very proud of. I am sorry that he can't figure out how to be in their lives in a positive, loving way. I am sorry that sixteen years of living with them did not help him. I am sorry for them. I am sorry for us all.

I have to go figure out how to be eternal now.....

Saturday, March 3, 2012

gosh, that was fun....

"come out with us!" they said.

"it will be fun!" they said.

I bought new jeans. I did my hair. I put on make up. Lots.

I HIT that dance floor, hard. I had two drinks (!!!) which is two more than I have had in months. I basically presented like a mandrill, shaking my booty, dancing the night away.

No one gave a shit. Not one person I smiled at smiled back. No one asked me to dance. So I got very brave (see two drinks, above) and decided I would ask a guy to dance. Went over to ask. Saw his wedding ring.

I am not a thief.

So much for the bar scene, I guess.


Wednesday, February 29, 2012

four poster, dull torpor, pulling downwards.

So. I have been silent for a while here, haven't I?

And I don't really know what to say now. Something like a dark cloud seems to have me. Not a dark cloud, not really. But not a sunny one either. It feels like a lot to call this "depression" but maybe....if I am being honest....

Friday I came home from work, sat down on the couch, and barely moved for nine hours. NINE hours, people. Watched movies, made food, peed, but really, little else. The weight is ballooning, the exercise rate is down to zero - ZERO - and I am basically in "have to" mode. I make myself get up and go to work, even though my brain is screeching at me to call in! use those sick hours! just stay here where it is warm and cozy and safe!

Not safe. Not at all. I know if I call in, just one day, if I let myself fall into that black hole, I will never get out. Or at least not for a long time. And I have people who depend on me. Precious, adorable, wonderful people who need me to get up every day. Blackness, you stay over there. I mean it.  You are tempting, but I will NEVER let you in near my children. Ever.

I am stronger than you. I am stronger than this. I just can't seem to get off the couch.