Having a much better day today. Not feeling the anger I felt yesterday, so I am more at peace.
I know that a lot of my anger is internal, and aimed at me, but easier to take out on someone else. Blessedly, I have a patient husband that more or less blows me off when I am in a bad mood.
When I was younger I used to have black rages. Totally fly and not even remember, just come out of almost like a trance, not knowing why I was so anger, or that I had said or done the things I did. I did go thru some therapy, and realize a lot has to do with the childhood sexual abuse, and being raised by alchoholic parents. But I also realize that there comes a time in your life where you have to say, “I am an adult now, and I alone am responsible for my actions, and cannot keep using my childhood as an excuse.”ÂÂ
I am the only one in my family to graduate from high school, go to university and get a degree. I am the only one in my family that does not drink.
I lost my mom last year and miss her terribly. She was a recovering alcoholic. She had been sober for 15 years. I was so proud of her, still am. She became the mother I always wanted when I was a kid. I love her alot. My dad and I have a stuggling relationship. We had none at all until my mom died, and I saw him for the old man he was, and thought I cannot hate you forever. But it is hard to be close to him when we never were, but I do try to talk to him. You know I will be 50 this year, and my father has never once ever picked up the phone to call me, not to say hello, happy birthday or anything. My two brothers I have nothing to do with. My kid brother is a drunk, a waste of air. My older brother is a bully, he is mean and not nice, so I stay away. Have not seen them for years.
So I don’t have much for family at all. My husband, and my son and his family. But they are all I need. My son is my life, as is my grand daughter. I am blessed.
I have a lot to be proud of regarding myself. I raised a great young man, and did it myself. I put myself thru nursing school while raising a young son. And I did it myself.
So if I am that strong, and that determined, why do I continue to hide behind my fat. Why do I continue to feel worthless and unworthy? Why do I continue to have this anger?
Will I ever be truly content and happy? Will I have be able to accept love? ÂÂ
Again I am in a wondering mood, but that is okay. This is my blog and I can feel what I want and be safe to say what I want…..in here I am safe.
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