Pity Party For One
I know, I had no right to hold a pity party for myself tonight, yet I did.
We have been getting along so well. Even though I feel like I am the one putting out most of the effort to not "argue" with each other, it has been worth the effort. I know our daughter-in-law appreciates it (she grew up in a home where her parents were constantly arguing).
So why isn't it ever enough?
I get up in the morning, I help Rolly make breakfast, I pack my daughter-in-law's lunch, make the bed, go to work (often running errands before work or on my (1/2 hour) lunch hour, come home, hit the door running, help put dinner on the table, set the table, then load the dishwasher after dinner. It's at least 7:30 before I get a chance to sit down.
By then I'm too tired to do much except veg in front of the TV. Rolly almost always goes to bed by 8pm, so at least there's no chance for confrontation then.
So tonight I cried.
I cried for what was. I cried for what he's lost, I cried for the person he was, I cried for the state of our relationship.
All while he's sound asleep.
And if I try to explain this to him in the morning, he'll just say I am overreacting.
This, too, shall pass?
Susan
Life is not the way it's supposed to be. It's the way it is. The way you cope with it is what makes the difference.
Virginia Satir, Social Worker
Susan's Blog Updated 9/17/05
http://californiamusing.blogspot.com
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