Dear hipp (cool name)
Hang on - I wanna go get a cuppa coffee before I talk to you......girl-o a girl-o....
You know it but maybe you don't realize it - (this little fact) and I'll tell you what it is - It's OKAY to be angry. It's okay to be angry at your husband, your kids, yourself, your higher power, your sister, your friends, your coworkers........And I guess that for almost ALL of my life the "WHAT WAS PROGRAMMED" into my brain was "Now Star, don't be angry." - THink about it.....Think back in your life - way back to childhood.
I don't know about you but I have a sister that is an Aspie that is (woof) reallllllllly difficult to deal with. Yet back then 40 plus years - No one knew what aspergers was.....Good grief the girl is a genius with a staggering IQ. But she used to do the most annoying things and since I was the older sister I heard "Star don't get angry she's the baby, or Star don't grit your teeth, or Star take it easy sheesh." Then later in my life I seemed to pick looser boyfriends that all had HUGE tempers, and I would hear "AND DON'T you get ANGRY with ME." as if it were a dare and I didn't have permission. Later in my marriage? I wasn't even allowed to cry. If I did? I got beat worse. So for so many years.....even without realizing it - My parents had tried to calm me - but said the very wrong thing - DON'T GET ANGRY. In other words - the persons in MY LIFE - that were AUTHORITIES over me? NEVER GAVE ME (as a young child, young adult - or adult) PERMISSION to blow up about anything in my life......and here's what happens.....
I liken each "regret, offense, hurt, pain, disgruntled moment, each slap in the face, turn the other cheek, and every other "rise above it" moment to ------a box. Some boxes are bigger than others and some are smaller and some holy cats - I'd hate to see the freight charges....but each time someone did something to me that I literally STUFFED away - in my mind or - for posterity sake of telling you this -----I'll say a storage unit.
So Your husaband comes home and he's gotten a woman on the side (box), You don't feel good about yourself, gained weight (bigger box, or maybe 2 boxes), You have four kids that are difficult (crate, crate, crate, jumbo crate ----i'm guessing one of those kids is a real handful) .......and you load your wagon and go to the self-storage and stuff ALL those boxes of hurt and regret -into the unit, shut the door......and WOW now I feel a little better about ME.....got rid of THOSE feelings.....
Well no, you didnt. All you did was box them up, and STORE THEM.....and shut a door. Now you have no more room in that storage unit - soooooooooo You rent another one (which is akin to MORE space in your mind, and another deposit on another unit to fill with more regret, and sadness, and depression, and box after box, problem after problem.....INSTEAD of dealing with the boxes......you just keep stuffing and sister you are to the point now where you are using your hip to smash boxes in that unit to make them fit and get that door down and PHEW......(wipes forehead) -----sigh, exhale....I got all of THOSE problems out of my way....I STUFFED EM RIGHT IN THAT OLD UNIT....and now I'll get a nother unit. Empty.........nexxxxxxxxxt!?
And what happens over a period of time (which is our lives) is that storage unit ------gets full. There are no more units, no more empty spots.....and now you have 30 plus years of regret, and sorrow, hatred, bitterness, unresolved problems, things that you start convincing yourself are just ridiculous FOR AN ADULT to be uspet over....like one day you may think back to a time in your childhood and pull that memory out and have no earthly idea - why.....you remembered it, but someone didn't get you an ice cream cone with sprinkles but all the other kids got sprinkles...and in your mind - you were slighted so now you HATE sprinkles and you stuffed that memory....and rememberd it today becavuse you're somewhere and they have offered you free sprinkles. But because that memory is a bad one, and a regretful one you NEVER DEALT WITH ......and...
(and this is important) because yu have added 30 more years on top of that sprinkle incident to your life -------there is no seemingly reasonable way to deal with it - so you just decide YOU HATE sprinkles. WHen it may have been all along - that whomever passed out the sprinkles thought you said "NO" and misheard you, and instead you 've resented them for years for feeling slighted.
and about this time too? Your storage unit is bulging - your mind is freaking - because you haven't purged anything and your brains warehouse (so to speak) looks like an episode of hoarders. A bad episode - one of the worst ---because the things you need to haul off to make you feel better about yourself are under 30 years of junk you've been stuffing under and stuffing and stuffing ......INSTEAD OF LEARNING HOW TO EFFECTIVELY COMMUNICATE TO PEOPLE - THAT YOU ARE ANGRY, AND YOU WILL NOT PUT UP WITH THEIR BS ANY MORE.
Once you start to learn how to do that? You begin to purge a lot of junk - it's like one of those big shredders comes to your brains warehouse, backs up and said - OKAY today we're going to get rid of all the memories you have stored up there on ----jealousy. And little by little? Your storage units shrink, the doors quit bulging, you quit regretting so much of the past and realize that there is a wonderful future for you - but the only one that is in control here .........is you. NOT your parents, NOT your boyfriends from school past.....not your husband...who is for whatever reason acting like a babboons hiney.....and once you start to lift some of that burden?? Well Hipp? All I can tell you is that -----If you're 50.....and you live to be 100 - you've only lived 1/2 of your life. SO......what do you want to do with the SECOND half of your life and do you want to live it like you lived the first half? No? Then CHANGE IT......
I don't advocate divorce.......but if I had four kids and a husband gittin something on the side -he'd be gitting something to the side of his head. (hands frying pan).......I was 298 lbs and I was and still am a sexy beast. BUT I was 119 lbs...and not that attractive. GO FIGURE. (puts hands out to weigh life) hhhhmmmmmm I had an unfaithful, drug addled, sexmongering whor.......husband that beat me and put me down....and I was young, attractive and slender.........and then I lost my confidence, my self esteem (which by the way are NOT the same thing) ....found a man that treats me like a queen - at 298 lbs......and feel better about myself than I ever have.
If the therapist that you have is 'urging' you to deal with the unfaithful issues? (twists lips) As a girlfriend????? WHAT are you afraid of? Being alone, not making it without his paycheck? NOT ever loosing weight and finding your own voice?
Holy smokes woman - YOU are not the first woman in history to have a cheating husband, four kids, little support and walk off........and MAKE IT. OR START WORKING ON YOUR CONFIDENCE AND SELF ESTTEM AND REALIZE ------
YOU ARE WORTH THE WORLD......YOU have value, YOU ARE a treasure........a princess.......and a good person. AND YES........YOU ARE ANGRY D($*%)($_()+ and that's okay ---------throwing things, saying ugly things, and stuffing the emotions? NOT WORKING FOR YOU.....Finding out why you are unhappy, dealing with the problem and DRAWING YOUR FINAL LINE IN THE SAND AND STICKING TO IT???? Yeah - promise that works......and the more you figure out who you are? The deeper your toe draws that line in the sand ----until eventually when boxes are thrown at you??? YOu open them, take out the stuff you want, get rid of the stuff you don't and recycle the cardboard, and pocket the money for a mani-pedi that you would have spent on a useless storage unit. AND you have a beautiful un convoluted mind. Which by the way you do have....depression or not - it's there, you just need to find out why you beg people to give you ka ka.....(can't say the 4 letter word here that starts with c and ends in rap) But ask yourself - DO I WANT TO BE A POOP SHOVELER FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE???? A BOX STUFFER?????? A KEEPER OF WORRIES and OMG - let me tell you this - OLAY doesn't make a regenerist formula for the misery YOU ARE BRINING ON YOURSELF.....
SET some goals with your therapist ..........stick to them -NO MATTER WHAT..........and be proud of yourself AGAIN.......even if you have to delve into stuff from 40 years ago -DO IT! GET RID OF THE BOXES WOMAN.....
And not that you want my opinion - but since it's a public board...I'ma give to ya anyway--------if you think I was kidding about that skillet up side the head? no sir.
I may not exactly do something that rash....but I promise you - I would find out who she is? I would get her address.......I would pack up all his things........I would drop them off at her house......and I would have a locksmith change the locks......and before I had all this done - I would have asked my attorney "EXACTLY WHAT DO I GET ALAMONY AND CHILDSUPPRORT? because he's a cheating so n so......and plan my budget based on what my atty told me.......
ANd I think my exs last woman ? Threatened to "kick my bootie" while I was standing in my mother in law's front yard.....and I was laughing so hard.Him standing there looking at two women (oh how exciting are they going to fight over me? NOT LIKELY) .because I was so over him at that point....I said "Darlin' I don't want to kick your butt, I came out to get your address so I could send you a thank you note and a dozen roses. Thanks for taking him off my hands. She was so defensive she didn't even hear what I'd said -----she was in redneck mode ready to throw down, and I was laughing so hard at her....and my ex was standing there yelling at her to put her shoes back on because "MY WIFE will kill you - you're no match for her." and I was still laughing ---and now he's trying to tell his girlfriend she's no match for me? OMG it was too funny...Match? Yeah her face and a buffalo fart.
At that point? I just needed about 15 more years of intense therapy - and stuck with it........found my groove.....found myself, my confidenfce, self esteem came eventually - and now? I just sit back and enjoy life - because in so many years that go by like (snap) your kids are going to be grown and gone - and then what are you left with if you don't take care of your mental health now? ........Boxes and buffalo farts......neither are pleasant.
Hope this helps from someone been there done that and actually told most of his former lovers that he was HIV positive, and I was clean, but they should go get tested......yeah that's another story.....but so worth the looks on their faces as they tried to bare their souls to me for forgiveness.......and of course they didn't need it....but I needed to be just () funny and let THEM have a little worry for a while. (snort)
YOU ARE PHENOMINAL.........and if you need therapy days change? ASK FOR TUESDAYS.......AFTER the weekends - LORD how hard could that be for that therapist???????? HUH? Tell her you'll work harder but you need HER to meet you 1/2 way and having therapy at the end of the week when you are THIS close to a nervous breakdown is NOT HELPING YOU AT ALL - does she have 4 kids??? A cheating old man? NOooooo so stand up for yourself or find a therapist that WILL give you what you need.....do NOT BE AFRAID TO TAKE CHANCE and FAIL.............GIVE YOURSELF PERMISSION TO try and FAIL at something everyday and be better for it knowing YOU TRIED.
Okay - I'm outta coffee......and typing 945 words per min.......
I love you
I have faith in you
I'm glad you are HERE...........
NO GO GET EM TIGER...........GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROWLlllllllllllllllll
Hugs & Love - been there done that (got two bloody awards)
Star