I usually wait til I have a whole thing in mind to post here, so I don't feel like I'm wasting people's time with pointless rambles, but I think that's one reason I don't post much anymore: it tends to feel like a massive thing that needs to be important and weighty and planned. So I'm trying to just journal some stuff on the spur of the moment and see how it goes.
alisso and I have talked about the future a lot in the last several months, but it wasn't til I went there and spent 2 weeks with her that it really started to feel real, that we could be together permanently eventually. Which, some of you might know, is
monumental. I've never thought about the future, never WANTED a future. That's not hyperbole. Now ever since we got together, a future is all I want, with her. We've talked about it a lot more since I got home from seeing her, and the news that her job wants to make her permanent and that she's coming to see me after Christmas is a fantastic step towards that.
But, as with everything, there's a downside.
Everyone pretty much knows, I'm not happy with my life here. Not really in any area of it. I love my Mom and she can be really amazing and great, but she can also be incredibly unreasonable and fixated on every little thing I do wrong. And I love our pets, but it's so hard to keep doing all the work for them when I feel like I don't get almost anything in return. I'm tired of feeling BELOW THEM. I have no privacy; I have to share every inch of my space and time with them. I can't even close my bedroom door without it being a big deal, so I don't even bother. And even though I've come lightyears since we got Pokey & Spike, I still deal with resentment and bitterness that I was actively against us adopting them and yet I'm the one that has to do MOST of the work to care for them. Every time Jana pleads with Pokey to just hang in there til we can get a house, while Pokey's getting older and blinder, I just get so frustrated and annoyed. I have to sleep in chunks and snatches of 2-5 hours at a time, which really does not help my mental and emotional state. Lack of deep sleep is a serious mindfuck. And I'm doing better as far as Jana's pregnancy goes, but it's still not something I'm really
looking forward to.
For years I've been hovering around the edge of "I can't take this anymore", but now that there's actually hope in sight, albeit distantly on the horizon, I've gone from hovering to
redlining. It's easier to accept and get on with things when there's no choice. When I feel like it CAN be different, my threshold of tolerance drops dramatically.
I'm still dealing with insecurity and my regular depression/anxiety issues, but I think this is a big part of why I'm feeling so broken lately. I'd been doing so much better the last few
years, but now I'm back to feeling strung out and defensive and attacking myself all the damn time. I can't shut things out when my issues are triggered and push at me; it's like I'm drowning in them the last few weeks.
I
really can't take this anymore now, but I have to. I just hope I don't pull everyone else down with me while I try to cope with it.