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cheaptrickfan
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Hi. I am a mess. I'm on the cusp of turning 40 (next week- huzzah), I'm in the middle of a divorce (my husband left me for a blonde), I lost my job this past spring (apparently I don't "play well" with administrators), and I am still struggling with the loss of my infant son (in 2001). I have been isolated for years as a stay at home mom, most of my friends are "online friends," now that my husband is gone, I have no real life support system in my area, because he got full custody of our friends.
That's just the general background.
Today I realized that there is not a single area in my life where I'm not being rejected. Let's take a look:
* work - I've received no answers to any of the resumes I've sent out. I guess that even the form rejection letter is a relic of the past, or I'm so far down in importance that I don't even deserve the courtesy of a rejection letter. Straight to the circular file!
* parenting - At bedtime in my house, my littlest daughter is consumed with tears because she misses her Daddy. Everyone claims that she's perfectly fine at her dad's house - no hysterical cries for Mommy. She and her big sister both are tossing me such unbelievable sass and are outright disrespectful to me. I've heard the older kid utter the dreaded phrase, "Well, at Daddy's house..." from time to time. Now, part of me knows that she's probably just testing the waters of filial manipulation to see how far she can go. Just another boundary test, but it brings into sharp relief how much has changed since he left me.
* friends - I'm a convenience friend at best around here, like a third-string Quarterback bench pony, called on at last resort, when everyone else is unavailable. It's amazing how quickly people drop you when times are bad. Real friends are there to give you a hug - or a kick in the ass -when you go through the rough times, not just when you're flush enough to pick up the bar tab. Looks as though I am fresh out of "real friends" in my area.
* relationships - I can't even begin to describe what an unadulterated horror my love life is. I really am better off taking a break from it all (again). At least then I'm miserable and lonely on my own terms.
I'm beginning to wonder why I even get up in the morning. It certainly isn't for the cake. Maybe it's the gin.
That's just the general background.
Today I realized that there is not a single area in my life where I'm not being rejected. Let's take a look:
* work - I've received no answers to any of the resumes I've sent out. I guess that even the form rejection letter is a relic of the past, or I'm so far down in importance that I don't even deserve the courtesy of a rejection letter. Straight to the circular file!
* parenting - At bedtime in my house, my littlest daughter is consumed with tears because she misses her Daddy. Everyone claims that she's perfectly fine at her dad's house - no hysterical cries for Mommy. She and her big sister both are tossing me such unbelievable sass and are outright disrespectful to me. I've heard the older kid utter the dreaded phrase, "Well, at Daddy's house..." from time to time. Now, part of me knows that she's probably just testing the waters of filial manipulation to see how far she can go. Just another boundary test, but it brings into sharp relief how much has changed since he left me.
* friends - I'm a convenience friend at best around here, like a third-string Quarterback bench pony, called on at last resort, when everyone else is unavailable. It's amazing how quickly people drop you when times are bad. Real friends are there to give you a hug - or a kick in the ass -when you go through the rough times, not just when you're flush enough to pick up the bar tab. Looks as though I am fresh out of "real friends" in my area.
* relationships - I can't even begin to describe what an unadulterated horror my love life is. I really am better off taking a break from it all (again). At least then I'm miserable and lonely on my own terms.
I'm beginning to wonder why I even get up in the morning. It certainly isn't for the cake. Maybe it's the gin.