Didn't I already go through this?
I feel flat.
I'm tired, and emotionally stretched, and the ups and downs of my mother's relationship are killing me.
Every time I think that she's made a decision one way or another, I steel myself to that decision, and the inevitable fallout, whatever it may be. This would be fine, if she didn't change her mind the next day- EVERY DAMN TIME.
She needs to hit bottom before she can make a final decision, but I'm starting to think her bottom is 20,000 leagues below sea level.
I was 10 or so when my parents got divorced. It wasn't that bad. I was a child, so I was protected. They cosseted us, told us over and over that it wasn't our fault, and they still loved us. They watched our emotional states like hawks, lest the procedure affect us too greatly.
I'm not a child- but he still feels like a father! I love him, and his struggle hurts me and makes me angry. Her pain hurts me, and the constant back and forth is giving me emotional whiplash.
I'm her child, though- and this time I have to be her support in a way that I couldn't before. I have to listen and advise, and reason- even if my pleas to stick to her guns fall on deaf ears.
I'm tired, and I feel flat, and I don't know how much longer I can do this.
I'm tired, and emotionally stretched, and the ups and downs of my mother's relationship are killing me.
Every time I think that she's made a decision one way or another, I steel myself to that decision, and the inevitable fallout, whatever it may be. This would be fine, if she didn't change her mind the next day- EVERY DAMN TIME.
She needs to hit bottom before she can make a final decision, but I'm starting to think her bottom is 20,000 leagues below sea level.
I was 10 or so when my parents got divorced. It wasn't that bad. I was a child, so I was protected. They cosseted us, told us over and over that it wasn't our fault, and they still loved us. They watched our emotional states like hawks, lest the procedure affect us too greatly.
I'm not a child- but he still feels like a father! I love him, and his struggle hurts me and makes me angry. Her pain hurts me, and the constant back and forth is giving me emotional whiplash.
I'm her child, though- and this time I have to be her support in a way that I couldn't before. I have to listen and advise, and reason- even if my pleas to stick to her guns fall on deaf ears.
I'm tired, and I feel flat, and I don't know how much longer I can do this.