I Would Love to Escape This Life For Awhile
So I sit and try to exist within the small group who live in my home. Husband sits on his leather recliner, daughter sits on the computer or the phone. Everything I say, basically is wrong to my daughter, she is 12. So I understand she has a volatile mind and body right now...
He reacts to her. She talks back to him. He wont take it. But he doesnt know how to react properly. Sometimes says stupid hurtful things. I become the monkey in the middle. I look at him and he says "what?????" it just goes back and forth and escalates.
I suck at being a mother. I dont like being a wife. I want to sit on some deserted island and just "be".....I am sick of being me, here, now.....
He also doesnt understand that life is really short. Why cant I enjoy life??? My dad has a brain tumor and his life is over....his life was over at 50 already...worked every day, put up with **** from my mother and my sister and I. What the ****???? Now he is dying slowly and my mother takes out her anger on him daily emotionally...is that what you have to look forward to??? Work, slave , fight, argue, beg, cry, regret...only to look back and wonder what if I'd done that? or gone there? Rant? Vent? Selfish? Anyone who knows me knows I am not selfish in the least...in my work or home...I give and give...I hold my tongue, I smile when Im crying inside...
not a lot of people know "me". Ive spent my life listening...its amazing that no one asks...
He reacts to her. She talks back to him. He wont take it. But he doesnt know how to react properly. Sometimes says stupid hurtful things. I become the monkey in the middle. I look at him and he says "what?????" it just goes back and forth and escalates.
I suck at being a mother. I dont like being a wife. I want to sit on some deserted island and just "be".....I am sick of being me, here, now.....
He also doesnt understand that life is really short. Why cant I enjoy life??? My dad has a brain tumor and his life is over....his life was over at 50 already...worked every day, put up with **** from my mother and my sister and I. What the ****???? Now he is dying slowly and my mother takes out her anger on him daily emotionally...is that what you have to look forward to??? Work, slave , fight, argue, beg, cry, regret...only to look back and wonder what if I'd done that? or gone there? Rant? Vent? Selfish? Anyone who knows me knows I am not selfish in the least...in my work or home...I give and give...I hold my tongue, I smile when Im crying inside...
not a lot of people know "me". Ive spent my life listening...its amazing that no one asks...