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Friday, January 31, 2020

Blue January

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It must have been a rough month because I posted like a mad woman. I hope it was just a January thing. I hope it I can leave it behind me like a slug trail that slowly disappears. I hope the spring washes it away.

Where I live, we don't see sun, it would seem, for approximately three months, maybe four depending on how February goes. It's truly striking to me how much of an affect this has. It's entirely possible that once the sun peeks back out and flowers start to bloom and I can hop on my bike with shorts on to get myself to work, that you, the never present reader (that nonetheless, keeps me honest and accountable) will not hear a peep from my disguise. Let's hope so.

I just sat in my morning coffee routine and scrolled stupid facebook for about an hour. It was an absolute waste of time "reading the paper" and slowly filling with anxiety that is provoked by the monotony of endless human waste.
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On Tuesday, I went on behalf of my sister to what will likely be the last meeting regarding my niece as she settles in living with her father. In that meeting, as I attempted to advocate for my sister after I heard that "there have been reports of drunkenness and possible drug use in the community" I came to a new level of clarity. I began to ask for proof of these reports. If they were going to base a non-contact order on these reports, shouldn't they supply proof? But then I realized how stupid that was. Images of our father's drunkenness flashed before me, his slurred verbally violent behaviour and her own outbursts of the same, I knew what this social worker had to deal with, I didn't need proof.  The woman didn't even show up to her own meeting for her daughter, didn't answer my call.

And then... I realized with a new set of eyes what my niece had to deal with. She was me leaving my father behind and my sister is our father. I cried. I cried and cried right there in that room. I cried for my niece and I cried for me.

I think she might die soon. I'm not sure what to do about that.

Thursday, January 16, 2020

We are Just Insects, Part II

Sure. I'm angry deep down inside that my mother is slowly dying. The stages of grief, perhaps. I'm getting a head start.
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I'm also angry in general. Perhaps at myself or perhaps directly with my partner. What once brought me smiles and joy now brings me frustration and dismay. Is it me, I wonder? Have I failed again? Am I self sabotaging... again?

Maybe he has a learning disability. It's entirely possible. But, I don't know this for sure, and what I see is someone who appears capable not really trying to be smart or accountable or grown up or self aware or self sufficient.

At work, I've known for sometime that he uses me as a way to understand the work he is doing or could be doing. When he does outreach to customers he'll ask me to proof his email (he's not especially good with the words) and, mostly, I've stopped what I'm doing to tweak his correspondence. The other day, he asked me to read his email and once I did, I said something like, "Yeah, it's good. You could just tweak this part, maybe say it like yadda yadda" and he responded, "Could you just write that out?" with a little bit of an annoyed tone.

Are you fucking kidding me? Clearly, I've done myself a disservice by doing this very thing in the past, but now he's come to expect it?
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In our job, our place of work, I have a monumentous project and he has make-work projects, a position he put himself into because he, ultimately, didn't like that I ended up leading the main project and he didn't agree with the way I was doing it, so we hired a new designer and he built himself a role of researcher.

Great. Only -ugh- only... so-many-things-here.

The gist of it is - he doesn't know what he's doing with himself. He needs direction but he only wants it in the way that makes it appear as if he didn't get it from someone else? Sort of? He asks your (my) opinion and then promptly argues against it so as to give himself a voice. Yeah, that's a big one. And, he's so far up his own ass on this behaviour, and so young, that explaining the possibility of this behaviour would be like explaining algebra to a second grader - knowing- that their lifestyle depended on it.

The opposite of this happens at home. At home, he is saccharine. Kiss kiss, snuggle, "you're so cute," kiss kiss. 
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Meanwhile, I am longing to be with someone that engages me and/or is self contained. He is not self contained. He is smeared all the fuck over the place, like jam carefully spread right to the crust of the bread. There is no corner unjammed. And the engagement is mostly me explaining the concepts of algebra and the applications of algebra in life, over and over again.
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I keep thinking back to the beginning, what was so different in the beginning that I was so attracted to him? He seemed more like a.... a man. He knew what he wanted and where he was going.

And now, he's kind of drowning - maybe - and hanging on to me as a lifeline. But when it becomes obvious that he's pulling me underwater and I look at him, he lets go and says "What? No, I'm not doing that, I've got my own personal floating device right here."

"No, you were using me, you were grabbing my legs."

"No" he says, "maybe I did for a second but that was just to try and help you."

"What? I didn't need help..." I reply

"Why are you so stubborn?" he would say, "You don't have to be so independent, it's okay to get help."

"But... I don't need help swimming" or walking or, you know, basic human functions.

Bitmoji ImageAs I write this, I see that there is a bit of (he-comes-by-it-honestly) gaslighting going on. He's trying to cover up or hide his feelings of inadequacy within me. And, again, his emotional intelligence is in its infancy. And this possible learning disability where he can't seem to retain a lesson mitigates any progress you make explaining something. The next day, he seems to have forgotten, his mind has reset.

How do you explain to someone that they're not being smart and not trying hard enough to find themselves. Isn't that something that they have to come to themselves based on the consequences of their actions? 

Yet... YET! He's clever enough to find ways to use me to cover up things he doesn't want to face.

Now, it gets worse; not only am I engaging in some codependency here, my employer is too.

If I had to hazard a guess,  my lovely, clever, funny, sexy man has found a way, through out his whole life, to get people to "help" him get to the next goal post. His mom, his brother, his dad, his friends, peers, luck, and now me. As well, he's learned to apply his genuine charisma (the jam) in a way that is genuinely loveable, he then becomes indispensable in other areas of your life, areas that are not quite adjacent to the reason he showed up there, but... seemingly helpful nonetheless?

My employer would likely, is likely refusing to let him go because he loves him and has very genuine affection for him. He contributes to a zaney, loveable culture at our work. He's basically tenured based on his personality and how he, occasionally, brings people together, not because of the work he produces.

As for me, in the beginning he fired me up, attracted me, made me feel sexy and like a woman who was with a man. I feel a bit like a mom or sister now, always trying to help him figure shit out, but I keep him around as a partner because he chops wood and cleans the house- so that's good, right?

So this is what is angering me, that I am at this juncture and I don't want to be. Do I:

1) tell him what isn't working and why and *we* work on it? We? Really? 
2) just leave (eventually) as gracefully and lovingly as possible.

Let me be clear (with me) here,  I was very upfront that I did not want a marriage. We did not enter this housing partnership under the terms of marriage. We entered it as two adults who enjoyed each others company and could make really good use of cheaper rent if we cohabitated, i.e. roommates that have sex when and as they want (because that never goes wrong and there's no way to fall into a marriage like environment when you love each other first and roommate second. I am so (not) smart).

So, my question at the beginning: Is it me, I wonder? Have I failed again? Am I self sabotaging... again?

Well, that just sounds ridiculous and un-empowered for a woman of my age and experience. This is how life goes, plain and simple, this is a cycle of life (and love). He is not unloveable, however now that the shine of good behaviour that is the beginning of a relationship has worn off, we are left with seeing each other in the real. At this stage, you will either still like each other or not. There is no failure. Just facts.

We are just insects. There is no magic. Magic is just truth with sparkles.

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Self sabotaging. Ha! At this time in life. Hu-Larious.


Fuck This (We Are All Just Insects, Part I)

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My mom is slipping into the abyss of death, taking a slow train. The more the Alzheimers sets in, the less stress she feels in life - because literally nothing exists from one second to the next - so, most likely, the longer she will live... as a vacant representation of a mother I once had.

My heart is broken.

She wasn't a great woman, she was just a lovely woman
She didn't accomplish anything, nor did she set out to
She just came, lived, and then something ate her brain.

Apparently, this is all there is to life and somehow, SOMEHOW, I fucking missed this.

I shoved Polly-Anna so far up my ass -

Even after everything thing that ever happened to me, every time life shoved me face down, I would just spring back up ready to fight the odds, giddy to fight the odds. A real scrapper.

But, for what? So that I can break my children's hearts - the people that I have spent every day of my adult life protecting, the last thing they will know of me is how I broke their fucking heart by leaving? By becoming nothing? Having never been fully truthful with them about the fact that our time on this earth MEANS FUCKING NOTHING.

It means nothing. It's just time. Monotonous time until you die. It's the waiting line for death. We're all standing in the same line up pretending that somehow it's meaningful.

I've been my own ray of fucking sunshine, the cheer leader in the line up "Chin up everyone, this is it, let's win this game, you got this. Go, go go.... Yay!"

and then something came along and ate my mothers brain, turned her into a sweet little vegetarian zombie, providing a little slice, a preview, of what's on the other side of this line up that we're all so excited to be a part of: fucking nothing.

I'm still going to do all the things I think I'm meant to do, but I see now that it's nothing more that the biological function. Having hope is just as much a function of our bodies as is need to dispose of waste. We're no different than an insect; it's just in our evolutionary process, we've had to make some sense of the existentialism our brilliant brains created, and... we call it spirituality, goals, love

but in the end, the very end, it's just human waste.

We all live to fertilize the earth. Simple organic biology. Insects.


Thursday, January 9, 2020

Sexual Contentment? You Don't Have It.

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I don't know what to say about my relationship. I'm bored? He must be bored too.

I'm not unhappy at all. I'm content. But I'm also content not to have sex. I'm content to cuddle and kiss - but, I don't care for sex. I have no desire for sex. If I feel the need of an orgasm, I can just quickly do that for myself. It seems much more efficient. I wonder how normal this is; as in, I think it's quite normal.

I think it will come back naturally at some point. Maybe?

I really enjoy being on my own when I am, but that's also because my over all need for companionship is being met. If it wasn't, being alone would be lonely. But I dream of having my own apartment. BUT I also like that I'm not paying through nose for a place and that I can share the burden of high living costs. This allows me a lifestyle.

All of this to say - things are perfect and I believe I am not appreciating that and, perhaps, missing struggle in my life? Creating struggle? Meh, I don't know. 

Bitmoji ImageI feel a bit bad that we're not hyper sexual, but then, he doesn't seem to mind. My brain stirs up feelings of guilt that I'm not doing my job however and an invisible sex clock ticks loudly behind my back: doom, doom, doom it ticks. It ticks doom because I'm happy in this currently asexual relationship and I don't want that to change.

I like having a companion to share things without opening up my body to his fluids. ya know?

So, I find myself pushing him away a bit in anticipation of his needs.

Also, I want to be on my own, in my own world 60-70% of the time and then we meet up for dates and stuff. Perhaps that's where living together has killed the excitement. We work and live together. And... this was my doing. I forced this a bit. I encouraged it. We were acting like we live together but we had separate houses, it was a struggle to go back and forth, it was annoying "making time" to just hang out and watch a movie. Wouldn't it just be easier if we lived together and didn't have to make a big deal out of whose place we would go to? And, it's true, this is much more sustainable. It's just that sustainable also brought about mundane. Le sigh.

Perhaps I'm just not trusting this type of contentment? I'm pushing at, poking it from all angles, turning my back on it, calling it a lier.

Maybe I just need to exercise my independence somehow. Maybe that's the work I can do to balance what feels imbalanced to me. Maybe that means throwing out the sex is part of your living arrangement-job clock.

Yeah, that statement feels right. That clock is taking up a lot of mental real estate. I'll have to address the bungie cord the clock is attached to. Each time I come to this conclusion and chuck the clock, it eventually bounces its way back into place.

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Gold Jerry, Gold!

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Okay, so, here we are. It's 2020.

I feel good this morning. The gale wind shifted from inside of me to outside of me and nature is briskly ransacking the trees. I stepped outside into the morning darkness and watched the trees move for the first time in weeks. It looked like it probably felt good for them, being ransacked, having stood stock still for so long. The wind was pushing through them and I could imagine them saying, "Oh thank god. Finally...I can move."

My partner is still in need a few adjustments. He is a bit too much like a happy untrained puppy when you walk in the door. He wants to kiss and touch me constantly. Every time I walk into a room it's like I've just gotten home. That's not right. I think he feels neglected.

Well, you know, there's not much I can do about that. He didn't feel neglected all summer long. He went about his business, was always out and about, and when we decided to do things together we just did it. Now, in the winter, I'm the centre of his world. To which I say....
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It's a small thing, I think. A trainable thing. A thing that we can talk about and I can let him know that it's not a good thing for me to change my personality to fit his seasonal behaviour. That's all I want to say. I do not want to feel responsible for another adults happiness. 

I do want to share happiness; I want to share love and attraction too. But share is different than being the source of

So, without a lot of ado, I feel that is a conversation we will have and a line in the sand that I will draw. I just freed up a large portion of mental real estate with my niece moving out and I intend to exercise the expanse l e i s u r l e y.

Kudos to him for doing that whole year with my niece though - he does deserve a round of applause for his patience and fortitude. Good, good man. 

Let's talk about this mess with my sister and the change that has unfolded with me not having her daughter anymore. 

-O H  M Y  G O D-
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What an unbelievable relief 

What a great way to end a year and start a new one. When I talk to her now and she cries "thank you soooo much, I'm soooo sorry...." 1) I can just cut her off and say "well it's all over now" and 2) I can see the subtle gross manipulation of sucking me into her dark world where she promises she "wont be like our dad" when she's exactly like him right now. Those sorry's were sick little unconscious tactics and queues for me to feel her pain. They were fucking maddening. 

As I look back on this year, having to be connected to her was awful. I honestly have some measure of PTSD and when I'm around street people (I work above a parole office) who rant and yell their pain and injustices for all the world to hear, my body goes ridged and my stomach turns - for serious. It's her. 

Being able to imagine my niece with her dad, living a normal annoyed kid life with no need for interference is so nice, unbelievably nice; because it means that I don't have to fight for and with my sister to make sure her daughter is with family, because she is! It means I can let go of my sister and let her make whatever choices she wants - because she is an adult  - her choices have nothing to do with me.
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I am free

It was a lot of work I did in 2019. A lot of mental work. Pushing forward while I had the dead weight of my sister tied to me. 

I have to keep saying this so that I realize what I am mending in my heart, mind, and soul. I took a beating last year and this year I'm going heal. I learned: 

  • That my sister is definitely our dad
  • I have to let go of my sister as I did our dad
  • I will support and understand that her children will let go of her too
  • As our dad, she is allowed to live the life she chooses
  • I am not an asshole if I let her go
  • I am not responsible for her
  • I already fought for my independence from that way of life, I don't need to fight again
  • I want to prioritize the good, healthy work of raising myself up into the clean air
  • I want to tune the frequency of my soul - there it is
I don't want to apologize for taking the space I need to do this. Everyone around me is AN ADULT. If they need to make an adjustment to their life because of how I choose to execute mine, they can - and they can figure that out for themselves. It's plain and it's simple. And, it's glorious. 

It's 2020 and I... am free
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Finally, I can move.
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