Ordinarily my self-absorption is limitless, but with all that’s happening right now I’m almost embarrassed to write about my own seemingly trivial problems. Of course nothing seems trivial to me. It all seems huge and overblown and I feel like I just want to go to my dad’s house and let him bring me takeout for every meal and clean up after me while I sit on his couch and watch tv.
Here are some of the things that I can’t stop thinking about and don’t want to write about:
- My mother picking fights with me during the short time I got to spend with a good friend I don’t see nearly enough of
- My mother baiting me by telling me she’s found my sister on the internet and that my dad’s a bad person for not finding her himself
- Fighting back when my mother baits me instead of just keeping my mouth shut
- Boyfiend’s uncle yelling at me and telling me I’m a baby killer in front of many people at the dinner table, making me feel embarrassed, enraged and humiliated
- Feeling weak and spineless when I chose to be well-behaved and keep my mouth shut instead of telling Uncle Dick what a fucking misinformed cocksucker he is
- Boyfiend telling me he’s so miserable with me that thinking about our relationship makes him want to cry
- Knowing that Boyfiend probably feels that way because of a million things that don’t really have anything to do with me but feeling unloved and like a failure anyway
- Pregnancy zits
Despite how miserable I am right now, when it comes down to it I lead a charmed life and have to learn when to just let shit go. Especially since it all probably feels worse because I didn’t sleep for more than a few hours last night. Too many other people are far worse off than I’ll ever be.
lisamechelle | 06-Sep-05 at 9:52 pm | Permalink
I feel the same way you do. My problems seem so trivial compared to what’s going on in the South. But it doesn’t mean your problems are insignificant. You have every right to be pissed and emotional right now. Don’t let anyone stress you out in any way. Stress isn’t good in pregnancy. Tell that bitch off. Oh, and your mom? She’s a bitch, too.
Anonymous | 07-Sep-05 at 10:45 am | Permalink
I feel for you. Nobody deserves to be treated that way. Your mom, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, is a biatch. She needs therapy… Do NOT let her get you down. You have more important things to be thinking about, say like, her grandchild. I’ll be
sending positive thoughts your way!
Anonymous | 07-Sep-05 at 7:58 pm | Permalink
You tell that man of yours to shape up. Don’t he know you pregnant? He’s got no right stressing you out.
girlfiend | 07-Sep-05 at 9:48 pm | Permalink
lisamechelle, I like you.
Boyfiend | 08-Sep-05 at 5:43 pm | Permalink
I really look bad on this site, but man, when you come home from working a 13 hour day that began before 6am and the first thing your wife says to you is, “you didn’t bring your glass down from the bedroom last night” and the second thing she says is, “tomorrow is trash night. there is trash in the bathroom and office upstairs, will you remember to bring it down, or should I.” And then there’s the new rule that every single time you use the sink, even if just to rinse out a glass, you have to wipe the sink with a dry towel so that it doesn’t spot. Like any man could remember to do that without years of conditioning. Could you?
I’m not mean about it, and girlfiend exaggerates terrifically, which she has every right to do because this is her blog and it’s part of her charm, but when you’re me and the woman you love isn’t aware of how she’s are making you feel, and you know she doesn’t want to make you feel badly, you need to let them know.
Boyfiend
lisamechelle | 08-Sep-05 at 10:27 pm | Permalink
Dag, I meant tell the Uncle off. One thing men never will understand is that women are NOT themselves when they’re pregnant, and it’s not our fault. Yes, we’re crazy. Yes, we know it. But, no, we can’t help it. We’re so sorry, but we will attack you. Maybe maim and kill you. Just know that we’re under the influence of fluctuating hormones. And I’m pretty sure that’s a legal defense in any court of law, LOL. I love you, too, Girlfiend.