Monday, July 22, 2013

Emotional Vomit

I know it's been a long time (again), and that I'm leaving a big gap, but I needed to write, and get this all out, and not on Facebook--too public. I can't sleep because I'm running through crazy things--fighting with Jeremy and my recent ex-boyfriend Brandon. I realized (while I was on my CO trip) that the reason why I was hanging onto my relationship with Brandon so much (desperately, more like) was because, sometime along the way I equated our relationship to that between my husband and me. Something about all the hurt I felt and how I felt I couldn't talk to him and felt unimportant. . . It was like, if I could stick it out and make it work, somehow that "fixed" my marriage. I know it's not rational, but, apparently it's rather normal. It's painful, and that's part of why I had that post on Facebook about worrying that's all I'll get--because it was like I sought this out--what if that's what I will always seek out? A bit discouraging!! And he showed up at church (was late), I had noticed his girlfriend (though I didn't know that she was the one he was dating until later) because we're at least acquaintances--we smiled at each other, at least--but, when I noticed he was there, and had his arm around her, I lost it. I'm lucky I held it in so well. Erin, bless her, noticed I was distraught and put her arm around me and just held me for most of the rest of the meeting. I don't think I could've kept my sobs captive (i.e. silent) if not for her.

Right before Sunday School, I saw Achelle in the hallway, and she knew something was wrong, and had me sit with her and talk. It amazes me how much people believe in me--it's so hard to see that I'm anything other than a bumbling, gullible fool most of the time--I fear I love too easily and too much. I have really good friends, but there are people who take advantage of that, and I let them. Sometimes I let them do it for years (who remembers skirt-Shanna?). I would like to think that I've grown enough to stand up for myself, but then I'm proven wrong.

**********You may want to skip this paragraph, it's really a stream of consciousness of my inner fights with Jeremy**********
So, the running in my head--you know it's just trying to go back and fix things. Like, what if I had stood up to Jeremy? What if I had stopped the duty sex on my own? The problem is, every time I confront him about it (in my head, because that didn't happen in real life), it seems like it comes out meaner and nastier. . . I don't want to hurt him, I just want him to see that what he was doing was wrong and fix it. What if I had moved to the computer room and refused to sleep in the bedroom? Once he came home late from spending time with his friends and I had locked him out of the bedroom, left a note on the door telling him to leave me alone--he banged on the door until I let him in. What if I hadn't? What if I had left after he acted out in anger? Or when he told me I didn't have any friends or any of the other things he said designed to make me feel like I was worthless? (Once I let him apologize, thinking it would help, but it didn't.)
**********And now we're done.

I've been told he loved me the best way he knew how, and I think I still believe that, but it's hard to think that I'm worth more when most of my romantic relationships don't show that. I know I hide my eyes in the halls at church--there are just so many people in my ward (666 members as of Sunday, they said), and it's easy for me to feel overwhelmed. Most of the time I just feel so discouraged, that this is all there is for me--being a part of the new generation through my nieces and nephew and my friends' children, but sometimes I have this glimmer of hope. . . But I don't see how that could possibly be. Boys, guys, men--whatever you want to call them--aren't that interested in me. There are rare cases where they will ask me on a date (7, I think, in total, compared to the 17 or so I've asked), but. . . I think I expect too much. I probably throw my whole self in and they are scared off. I wonder if that's something I should change. I don't know. Brandon got upset--after he broke up with me the third and final time--when I said something about how I wouldn't be asked out on dates, and, after I got done being upset about it, I wondered what he thought dating him did to make me so much more attractive or datable to other men, and that made me laugh. Still makes me smile. But now, back to the story.

Anyway, some lady (I think she was one of the advisory couples) stopped and asked if I needed a blessing. Achelle said I did, and, who am I to say otherwise? I did want one, just feel bad for needing one so soon after Uncle John's blessing. So she whisked me away to one of the bishopric, and I grabbed one of my home teachers on the way to help (he was in the right place at the right time--what can I say?). He said that I was a precious daughter of God, and that He loves me very much, and is mindful of my pain. Makes me cry again to just think about it. Isn't it interesting how sometimes that's what we need, to know that He knows how we feel? I need to know that I'm understood, that I'm not alone--it's so easy for me to forget. Even when I feel I'm doing well I feel separate from others because surely they can't or won't understand because of all I've gone through. Sometimes I've tried to share only to be told I just need to get over it--I wish I could, I just don't know how!! Don't you think I would've if I could have figured that out? (Yes, this is something we're working on in therapy.) Something that came up in my last session--don't know if Nate said it, or if this is how I interpreted it: "Don't linger there (in your marriage with Jeremy)--that's not you anymore." I need to make a sign, maybe a couple, saying that. I've been forgetting all week.

Anyway, I know this is twisted and convoluted, but I needed to get it up and out. And, hopefully, that'll help me sleep tonight. Love you and miss you always.

Liska

P.S. Relief Society, as usual, was awesome. Sunday School is always the hurdle.