
I have a pit in my stomach.
I have some anger, building, surfacing no matter how much I push it down with my silver linings.
I can sugar coat just about every situation, look at the bright side and it's a good trait, but with Thanksgiving upon us, I am digging deep for that glitter to make this year OK.
I am a fixer, a pleaser, a series of crappy parent issues played out in failed adult relationships.
No matter how many rainbows I throw out to tell myself that "new traditions" are good and can be as good as old, I'm struggling today to pull myself out of the grand canyon of anger issues.
When my grandparents died eight years ago, my mom, understandably, died a little with them. I screamed, I threw myself on the floor crying for new traditions. Begging for her to pull herself up and carry on.
"We are still here, we are still alive." I pushed.
I forced her to cook a turkey, I forced her to put up a tree that year...and eventually she did, pull herself up.
Barely.
This year, my divorce, her divorce, her moving to Arizona...I am now screaming at myself to create NEW TRADITIONS. My kids are still here, my kids are still alive and dammit, so am I.
I miss her. I miss having someone to pull up so that I don't have to think about pulling myself up. I see now that I was pulling myself up, just to pull her up.
I feel the pain, fiercely in my heart.
After a death, a divorce is like a death of sorts, I'm left alone, feeling like what am I suppose to do now? To not have my mom to lean on, to "fix", I feel a little lost.
*I know, I have a million reasons to be happy, a million reason (or two three very important reasons) to pull myself up and I will, just needed to get this out. Back to shitting roses and pots of gold. I promise. Carry on.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Naked trees leave naked emotions.
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