Frustration

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There is so much truth to the old adage that says your life can’t be running well in more than one place at a time. So while my body isn’t in pure agony, all my relationships are in relationship hell. Well not all of them, but most of them, and some are actually just in relationship purgatory. At any rate, I sure am feeling low today. I’m just going to muddle through as best I can and see what happens. 8m just not certain what else to do anymore.

For the record, I don’t think everything happens to me. In fact, I’m pretty certain we are all blessed fairly equally in life, if we look at things. We don’t all have money or friends or health or brains to fall back on, but over a lifetime, I think most of us get lucky in a couple of places. We get a good spouse, or we meet a good friend, or we have luck with money, or we are lucky with our careers, or we have good health. I think we get pretty even in the end.

Since I’ve graduated high school,  I haven’t had a good friend who has had time for me, and I don’t mean every minute of every day, but once a week for fifteen minutes, and a genuine desire for my friendship, not seeing me as the crippled friend collectible. I’ve started a few friendships, they’ve fizzled, usually because I can’t get out, or had to cancel plans too many times, or things just fizzled. There are the friendships with men, where they always wanted something more. I have one friend now, everything I post something that triggers her on Facebook, she posts about how privileged I am. Lots of friends post about how we need to make the world more accessible, but not a single message asking how I’m doing. Disabled in the abstract is fine, but do you really want to deal with them one on one?

My husband snapped at me last night. It was even more painful because I’m in so much emotional pain. I’m realizing people I thought had my back, don’t. (I don’t mean my husband) He is exhausted, his eyes hurt, he has a cold, our boy is being a sassy jerk. He’s almost 13. I said something he didn’t expect, I was right, but my tone was off, as I hadn’t spoken for a while, that happens to me sometimes. I have trouble regulating air, and just, well, sound weird. My son had said something, he snapped at my husband, something like “I can’t take this anymore! I’m going to bed” and my husband was like where does that come from, and I said our son was imitating husband, because husband says that almost every night. He apologized, but it still felt awful.

People don’t hear this stuff because when they talk to me, they don’t ask. They call and tell me their problems. They ask how I’m feeling. I give them a brief description of my pain, because they don’t care, and then I listen. Because I’m Yoda.

I’m whining about this because I don’t think this is unique to me. I think this is fairly common among my zebra friends, and is the reason most of my actual friends are other zebras.

I’m still bummed about my ex-brother-in-law dying. He was a decent guy. I have no one to discuss this with as my husband is not impressed. He can’t fathom a decent guy being brothers with The Weasel. I can’t talk to my ex. Don’t want to open that crate of worms. So, I just sit here. It will pass. He was only seven years older than I am. Five years older than my husband. Cancer. My ex said it was from steroids? I know he played football, but he does get things wrong.

I’m trying to get my son to school, but he’s still so anxious he won’t go unless someone walks him there. I’m so worried for this kid. He made it once this week. My therapist pointed out things could be solved if I could just walk him to school. She’s right. Although, I would probably be working if I could walk. And really, walking him would just be a panacea.

Today should be interesting. I had a glorious nap yesterday. May do it again, today. Makeup could be on the agenda, as I concentrate on it and get out of my head for a while, it’s something I can DO. Unlike colouring, reading, TV, Netflix, jogging, cleaning, writing (for too long) etc…

My husband is talking about coming home to help our son to school as it’s the last day before spring break, and he needs to pick up any home work assignments.

Will definitely be staying away from Facebook much of the day. I’m feeling far too sensitive to venture into those waters. I need to know my limits. Lots of people are closet bullies. I don’t know why they hate closets so much! 😀

Sorry to be such a bitch today, but I needed to vent. Thanks for listening! It’s very much appreciated.

Have a fantastic day, Zebras! 😘

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