Tears and Fears

April 4, 2019 at 1:39 am 2 comments

Things have not been All Quiet on the Western Front, truth be told. The adjustment to having C home has been difficult to say the least, and his ability to slip back into old habits has proved exceptional. This I did not really expect.

Adding to the challenge has been my realization that the person I really hoped would change in the last seven months was me. I guess I thought C’s arrival home would bring with it a completely clean slate. Instead of feeling like I’m living with the dog that’s been biting me for years, I hoped the walls were gone and I wouldn’t have to protect myself.

It has not been so.

I have had a harder time with C being home than anyone else in the house, C included. For so long, I sacrificed so much that I often feel I have nothing left to give. The well feels dry. And that results in more detachment than I think is good for a parent-child relationship. Couple that with the sense that I have to guard myself with C in order to survive emotionally, and I’m left with something that feels less than good. There’s no fun there, no joy, no playfulness.

But here’s the thing. After a horrible weekend of many tears and fantasies of escape on my part, I arrived at the difficult conclusion that maybe I just can’t co-exist with C. I went from a 10 on the happy scale to a 2 in the span of a week of him being home. It shocked me how quickly and dramatically that happened. Yes, it’s early days, but I feel like I perhaps don’t know how to be happy if C is in the house. And then the guilt piles on, because let’s face it, what mother feels this way? Apparently this one does, and that leaves me feeling like I’m circling the drain. It’s a vicious cycle.

After a weepy message that resulted in urging from Therapist NC, I dragged my sorry self into therapy yesterday and laid it all out. The pain, the guilt, the frustration. All the dark feelings that make me feel like a monster. It was perhaps the most honest, intense session I have had, and there have been some doozies in the time I’ve been working with him. I figured I had nothing left to lose.

I left there in zombie mode, and that lasted the rest of the day. I felt drained and empty, but surprisingly calm after days of turmoil. I went to bed and slept better than I’ve slept in a week. And what do you know? I woke up this morning feeling better. I wonder if just by talking it out, and almost getting “permission” from him to feel the way I feel, it took some of the power of those feelings away. It’s almost as if by admitting all the horrible things and not being immediately struck down by lightning, I realized that maybe I don’t quite feel the way I think I do.

And that gives me some hope. Some hope that perhaps just by giving voice to all of this I can perhaps move past it. I know my relationship with C will never be easy and straightforward, but maybe – just maybe – it can be better instead of worse or even non-existent. There is a glimmer of peace in my heart and head again, and I welcome it so.

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2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Scott  |  April 4, 2019 at 8:37 am

    For whatever its worth, I feel the similar frustration with my own C. Except guilt. 😜 There is no way that I can feel guilt over my own emotions…. Scott

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    • 2. asdmommy  |  April 4, 2019 at 9:06 pm

      I’ll get there someday. 🙄

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