Dear Diary,
I've been meaning to write lately, honestly I have, but it's just difficult, y'know? If I don't have the baby boy nursing on me, then I am either scrambling to find and eat food, or I am tending to one of the girls. And, of course, when everything has equalized and is quiet, the girls manage to wake up the boy and everything ramps up again into the cacophony of childhood. But back to the writing thing...The upcoming move to Washington has been weighing heavily on me and has been stirring up a lot of emotions which normally lie dormant. I don't like to think about my childhood and analyze how horrible it was; I am much more comfortable as a story-teller and being able to win all the "my childhood was worse than your childhood" competitions that I have with my fairly privileged friends and husband. Clinically, my childhood was not that bad. But it did damage me, and damage me severely, and it is continuing to do so. Moving all the way across the country permanently really represents a breaking point between me and my family.
I think that I'm grieving. I know that my mother won't stay in touch with me or my family; my mistakes of a husband and children. Not only will I be depriving myself of a mother (well, biologically at least), but I will taking away a grandmother from them. Same for my father, but he's only recently back, and still hasn't disowned me though he lives next door. Not even mentioning my brother. He's pretty destroyed now.
But grief and grieving. It's not even grieving for something that I have. It's grieving for something that should have been there. I should have grown up with people who loved me. My children should have grandparents who want to spend time with them. I shouldn't have had to take care of my parents and to have internalized lessons of sexuality and chemical dependency as the norm.
Sometimes I just want to cry and say that it's not fair.
Sometimes I wonder who I would have been if circumstances were different.
Sometimes I wonder how much longer I can fake being sane and strong.