Hello everyone!!! Back from Marple Sports arena, making sure my kids
got some exercise for the day! I am
such a whiner!!! WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Thank you all for sticking up for me. I hate to stick up for Sam
but I was egging it on this morning. I wanted to
have that battle with him, and he knew it, drunk or not. I WAS READY
AND WILLING I think he did it intentionally. He does not know me,
nor do all of you. He doesn’t see that I am ENTIRELY creative and
extremely motivated. Lazy, spoiled, housewife, I am not. Sam was
pushing my buttons intentionally to play the role of my father or a
nasty narcissist. It was the same thing as the Jesus chapter, and I
knew it.
NOT THAT I AM WHINING, but to continue the human race we housewives
clean piss, shit, bloody noses, dishes, laundry,folding and putting
away of laundry, cook three meals a day, clean them up, scrub the
toilets, vacuum, drive GOD ONLY KNOWS WHERE, sit patiently and do
homework with out blowing our brains out, and get no reward except
the smiles (maybe) of our children. Plus we do all the grocery
shopping, meal prep, accounts payable, tax forms, social networking,
doctor’s visits, bed making, dusting, mopping, organizing, party
planning, budgeting, present getting, thank you note writing, school
functions, talking with the teachers, making sure our kids get off
and on the bus, and exercising so we don’t get fat. Plus all the
sexual activity to boot and pretending that we love it so that our
husbands are happy. Thank GOD for vibrators and wine! (Not whine but
wine).
I DID whine all summer, but I thought this was the place to do so
because I needed the support. I was close to suicide myself. My
cousin just wrote me and said that is a known fact that my father
never recovered from his brother’s suicide in 1964. He has played
out his sorrow and narcissism on to his kids and the family kept it
secret from us. We were his pawns. HE SHOULD HAVE GONE TO THERAPY
BUT HE SENDS HIS KIDS INSTEAD.
Realizing this situation was a hard thing to recover from and my
therapist knew it. And I think I am almost there. Seriously, Sam
in a weird way, helped me. I did not break down. I was actually
laughing because I knew exactly what he was doing. I would have been
a basket case 7 months ago. This is EXACTLY what my brother would
have done. The same words he used have come out of my brother’s to
make me feel guilty and delusional like I didn’t matter in the
world. THAT IS THE GAME! And I used to always be the victim. But
I TOTALLY GET THE TWIST. Sam was testing me. And if he wasn’t
testing me, he is just an asshole. WHO CARES if he thinks I am a
lazy, spoiled whiner who has incest? He is a stranger! Strangers
don’t have the right to evaluate who you are.
Some people just don’t understand the value of women. Especially
ones rearing small children. Even women who are doing it question
it. I question it all the time. I had the darn kids, so SOMEBODY had
to raise them. ALL of us WHO HAVE DONE IT, TOTALLY understand our
importance. RICH OR POOR, LAZY OR MOTIVATED. And the fact that you
need to be supported. If your role is questioned or attacked by those
who just don’t get it, some women are more vulnerable to the
criticisms. Admittedly, I was one because my mother was dead and I
had not external support. And yes sometimes I do feel sorry that my
mother has been dead
through out all of this. CALL ME CRAZY!
If Sam actually met me in real life, I think he would be threatened
by me and how much I have to offer this
world. I am kind, considerate, giving, intelligent, rational, and
thoughtful. Those qualities are like darts to
the heart for people with this diagnosis. I GET THE TWIST, THE GIG
IS UP!! NO ONE WILL HURT ME ANYMORE!! Even if what they say, may be
true or false. He is right, It is up to me to be creative. And I
am creative. It is up to me to put this nightmare behind me. I do
take responsibility for my actions. My choices were my fault, but I
did not know I had other choices.
On Dec 16, 2007, at 3:51 PM, mamolie wrote: