Anyway, to get to my point. I'm having a pity party for myself. You're not invited. It's not fun. In fact it's pretty ridiculous. But, it's hip hop happening. I feel alone. A lot. More so when the choices I (and my husband) make, affect our kids. No one wants to ever see their child's heart hurt. However, I can relate to my child's heartache because I feel the same way. A lot. I'm weird. I know. I get it. And most people, even some of my closest friends and family think & have expressed that they believe I "shelter" my kids. And/or that I do too much. It's fine, and it will not change because those decisions are between me, my husband, and God. Period. But.....sometimes in my humanness it just hurts. And sucks. And makes me feel secluded. It's not approval that I need, I guess maybe just respect. Understanding and a little support are always nice too. Snide comments, knowing you are talked about by people you love, and of course the "jokes" that are really truths someone's trying to jab you with, are never fun.
Just incase you missed the memo at some point, yes, I'm sensitive. No, I do not need anyone to cater to that. That's dumb. I take words to heart....again, it's just who I am. I remember things....absurd, ridiculous things, that most probably never give a second thought. Do you ever feel like the odd one out? Like everyone smiles, laughs, and just loooooooooves you! But not really. You know the real deal. You can tell by the fruit a person bears. And how much they really come around.... Because they're always here if you need them! ......till you may need them, or until you're brought up in conversation when you're not present. Do you feel like I'm bringing you back to high school again yet? Because I do. Sorry :/
I also want to note that I can be a really crummy friend/person. When it comes to picking up the phone, remembering important dates, making it a point to get together.... #fail. But those aren't the things I'm speaking of here at my party. I'm talking about the heart. Character. Not that I've never failed in those areas either, but this is my party and I'll cry if I want to. We all know being married is hard work, being a parent is hard work, but you know, being an adult is hard work too. Things change! Quickly and often! Hormones, health, jobs, finances, priorities.... All the things none of us considered when we were all in such a hurry to grow up.
I was a die hard cheerleader from 6th grade until I graduated high school. Then I coached cheerleading, and currently, I am the biggest cheerleader for many people in my life. Because again, that's just who I am. Loud, excited, competitive, empathic, and I truly, honest to goodness just love people (most of the time) ;) I don't know that I've ever really felt that I've been cheered for though. My husband doesnt count right now bc he wasn't invited to my pity party either. Plus..... He supports me so much more, above and beyond any cheerleader could. There's nothing else I need really..... It's just that life and the people in it can really knock you down. And I'm finding it more difficult to find people that purposefully lift you up, encourage you, speak a kind word just because, especially when you're not around. :/ Like I said, I am blessed beyond what I deserve....But I'm just a girl sometimes. And right now, I'm being SUCH a girl. So....with that....I think I will go eat some ice cream :)
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