tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30847057384248563912024-02-07T21:18:02.107-08:00Dancing Through Life, part 2Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-39566216089933711112015-02-10T09:09:00.001-08:002015-02-10T09:09:19.721-08:00the mean redsThe last few days have been good. I'm still in my reading slump, but things are good. The only drawback is the nagging feeling I get when my brain slows down. I get the feeling that I'm scared or nervous about something, and I have no idea what it is, even when I try to think of it. I hate that feeling. It's like in Breakfast at Tiffany's - I get the mean reds.<br />
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The only other thing on the horizon that I'm not looking forward to right now is planning my 9 year old's birthday party. She turned 9 a week ago and I have been avoiding thinking about a party because my husband will want to invite some members of his family that I don't speak to, and I know that he will insist on inviting them, and I don't want to. I know that it's not fair to my daughter, but I also feel like it's not like they give a crap about her anyway.Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-23666466306342890812015-02-05T14:41:00.004-08:002015-02-05T14:41:57.415-08:00I'm really just so tired of it. I don't know if it's a general teenager thing or if it's just my teenager, but I am so tired of all the attitude I get, 24/7. She's mad at me all the time, even if she has no good reason to be, but she's never mad at my husband the same way. She can be so pissed off at him one minute, and then five minutes later, she'll be laughing and smiling with him. But if it's me, she stays pissed at me for days afterward, no matter how big or small the transgression. I'm always afraid to say anything to her, because of something that happened six months ago, I'm afraid I'll trigger her and be responsible. As a result, I am stressed out around her all the time. I do snap at her more, and for ridiculous things... but my apologies seem to fall on deaf ears, and I'm constantly terrified. What the hell kind of way is that to live? Not to mention that on top of all that, I'm dealing with a ton of other bullshit in my life. Someone who owes me an apology for things said about me is refusing to apologize, and I refuse to allow my children around her until she does. She hasn't tried to talk to me about the familial breach, which is kind of ridiculous to me, because she knows I won't let her spend time around my children until she does. All that leads me to believe is that 1) she doesn't care enough about my kids to bother talking to me, 2) she's got the family around her that she actually gives a damn about and my kids aren't included in that circle, and 3) out of sight, out of mind. And then there's another family member that I used to adore, used to love like my own. Every time I think I'm finally past everything she's said and done, I see her, and it all comes right back. She just acts so fake around us. She acts like she is so happy to see my kids, but in the meantime, she doesn't give a rat's ass about them if they're not in front of her. She doesn't ask about them, doesn't try to see them, etc. This actually is not a huge surprise to me, as she didn't really act like they were family before this all happened... but for her to just act like she is so happy to see them and loves them and misses them when she's in front of them is just fake. I can't take it. I'm the one who has to deal with my kids asking why these people don't try to talk to them any other time, and I hate it.<br />
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I am in no way saying that I'm blameless for this situation. I snap at my daughter when I don't mean to. I told a family member that she wasn't allowed around my kids. I actually told two of them that. I also said lots of negative things to both of those people. The thing is, my telling the elder of the two that she couldn't see my kids didn't stop her from coming to a concert that she normally wouldn't have bothered going to, but she can't be bothered to try any other time.<br />
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And it also bothers me that I went to her home for Christmas because my kids wanted to go and I actually purchased her and the other family member gifts. I got in return some things she'd had around her house. I was given a towel/potholder set that she'd purchased years ago for herself and that smelled of mildew because it had been sitting in a drawer. I guess she forgot that she'd shown it to me years ago when she purchased it and a matching tablecloth. She also gave me a box of storage containers that she'd purchased for herself. I gave her a few thoughtful gifts that contained photos of my children, because I mistakenly thought she might miss seeing them and would want their photographs. I hope she feels like shit because she gave me crap and I actually put thought into her gifts. I wish I had used that precious amount of my money on someone who actually gave a damn, and who deserved it. I shouldn't have even bothered getting presents for someone who so obviously doesn't care about me or my kids.<br />
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So why am I even bitching about all of this at this point? Because I still care. Because it stills hurts that two people that I loved so much betrayed me the ways that they did. Because I was the first to break down and text them and bridge the gap first. I'm tired of giving a crap about people who don't give a crap about me or my kids. My thinking is that when you love someone, you FIGHT for hem. If I love someone, NO ONE is going to tell me that I can't be around them, and I will do what it takes to see them and talk to them. The fact that these people are lying back and taking it and are doing nothing else tells me that they don't care.<br />
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So unfollow me and don't read this page if you have issues with it, because guess what? It only gets worse from here on in. Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-4003213908992721242015-01-17T14:54:00.002-08:002015-01-17T14:54:37.234-08:00Girl, InterruptedI haven't blogged in a while - not because I haven't wanted to, but real life, more often than not, got in the way. I've had tons of negative things going on in my life, and I wasn't sure that I wanted to lay all the details out there for everyone to read. I am quite easily embarrassed of things that other people brag about in order to get sympathy. I'd like to have sympathy too, but it's not worth it to me to trumpet my problems to everyone in order to get it.<br />
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Most noteworthy, since January 1st I have been reading like crazy. I'm sure you'll notice on the left hand side of the screen is my Goodreads blurb - it should have my "currently reading" book(s) in it. I've read 18 books since January 1st. Yes, I am actually reading them, and no, I am not skimming or cheating in any way.<br />
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This afternoon I finished Susanna Kaysen's <u>Girl, Interrupted</u>. It's a short book, and a quick (but intense) read. It left me feeling out of sorts. I can identify with her so much, and when looking up borderline personality disorder (which is what they diagnosed her with), I felt as though I was looking into a mirror. Maybe I should see a therapist (<i>maybe?</i>). Maybe we all feel a little crazy sometimes. I don't know, but when I finished reading the book, I sat and stared out of my window for a while and reflected on the book. I don't often do that - usually when I finish a book, I finish and move on to the next one. This one, I have a feeling, is going to stay with me for a while.<br />
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What are you reading right now?Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-67085609372962016862014-03-10T07:27:00.001-07:002014-03-10T07:27:13.990-07:00Song of the day, 3/10/14Song of the day: Coffee Girl by the Tragically HipMichelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-81499073354216060652014-03-09T14:39:00.001-07:002014-03-10T07:30:57.157-07:00Song of the daySong of the day: Team by LordeMichelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-52224188240606882162014-03-08T16:56:00.001-08:002014-03-10T07:30:43.990-07:00Cookie conundrum?People who approach little girls at scout cookie booths and go off about political issues are assholes. If you don't agree with the organization and think they support things you don't agree with, just don't buy the damned cookies. It isn't rocket science, folks.Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-62578306119477699562014-03-07T07:09:00.001-08:002014-03-10T07:30:37.620-07:00Song of the daySong of the day: In the Meantime - SpacehogMichelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-11670759403440954932014-01-28T09:39:00.001-08:002014-03-10T07:30:19.636-07:00SometimesSometimes you just get tired of "being strong" and just putting up with it. For me, that's all the time. I'm so tired.Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-56226800856174343992014-01-20T21:06:00.001-08:002014-03-10T07:30:11.510-07:00PumpkinsDo what you gotta do<div>And say what you gotta say</div><div>Do what you gotta do</div><div>Yeah,</div><div>Start today</div><div><br></div><div>- "window paine," smashing pumpkins</div>Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-86506985545402219392014-01-20T07:00:00.001-08:002014-01-20T07:00:57.407-08:00Why can't iWhy can't I just turn the anger off? Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-60101905759155447692014-01-18T17:45:00.001-08:002014-01-18T17:45:59.229-08:00WeirdI struggle every day with feelings of inadequacy. I am overweight, I have bad teeth, and I have the warm, fuzzy personality of a porcupine with PMS. I don't like most people. I hate liars. I hate people who lie about me. <div><br></div><div>So since you have that bit of sunshine in your life, tell me about yourself.</div>Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-17531964282467336512014-01-13T10:56:00.001-08:002014-01-13T10:56:45.540-08:00Wrong againSo I went to church and got the fabulous conviction that I was being too hard hearted, and that things would get better between me and some individuals that I am currently angry with. I went home with the warm fuzzy feeling that I was going to be the bigger person and make things better.<div><br></div><div>Then those people got in front of me and acted the same way they have been acting for the last 9 months, and my good intentions went out the window.</div>Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-891447250528928412014-01-11T19:02:00.001-08:002014-01-11T19:02:47.732-08:00ObsessionI am now watching Star Trek: Into Darkness just for Benedict Cumberbatch. I may have a problem...<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY_fBbRw28Ybr70lgUiWWMf2DREricT4sd4isvSNoJF8JU5nscgvVuHOg6obw0oM5m1E6POXRw9NFm6XmlFT_EcR9SkqQLyPhY4jamGkmK0-eqlPLJhhJHmWSdkScTo6pmtTRhoKbSz0ui/s640/blogger-image-29811715.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY_fBbRw28Ybr70lgUiWWMf2DREricT4sd4isvSNoJF8JU5nscgvVuHOg6obw0oM5m1E6POXRw9NFm6XmlFT_EcR9SkqQLyPhY4jamGkmK0-eqlPLJhhJHmWSdkScTo6pmtTRhoKbSz0ui/s640/blogger-image-29811715.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-76718778653372132682014-01-10T20:41:00.001-08:002014-01-10T20:41:07.331-08:00UghDid you ever notice how, when you truly dislike someone, everything they do makes you angry? Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-45143851854015141482014-01-08T10:37:00.001-08:002014-01-08T10:37:52.637-08:00Post Christmas bluesI'm just sad. The holidays are over, and with them went my kind feelings towards people who've done or said bad things to or about me. Now I'm left with the bad feelings I set aside for the sake of Christmas, and things are worse because said people still don't seem to give a crap that I'm still upset over everything. I guess it's life as usual. Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-65993682381129869842013-12-11T10:58:00.002-08:002013-12-11T10:58:29.645-08:00let it snow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When the "after" started, I wanted to kick Reena. It was totally predictable that she was going to break things off with her boyfriend Aaron, but I still hated her a little bit when the moment happened. Sawyer left her alone for years with no word and not a care in the world as to what had happened to her, and while I know he was struggling with his own drug issues and his demons, I thought that she let him off the hook <i>way</i> too easily. A little bit of (well-deserved) snark aimed in his direction was just not enough.</div>
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Of course there were tons of things I didn't like - Sawyer was the main thing. I didn't like him <i>at all</i>, even in the "After" when he was trying to repair things with Reena and become a father to Hannah. Apparently I am as unforgiving as everyone in the story thought Reena should have been. I didn't like that a smart girl like Reena, who could clearly see what was happening with her boyfriend, went against the family she loved and her better judgement, skipped school, etc. and basically screwed up her whole future just to be with some boy that she fancied herself in love with (because we're never told <i>why</i> she loved Sawyer for so long, other than that he was physically attractive. It couldn't be because of his sparkling, effervescent personality). I did like that she seemed to be a good mother when she was with Hannah, but at the same time, she felt really disconnected from her, too. It almost felt like she was more of an aunt, until we read her thoughts while she's pregnant. It's not until then that you feel the love she really has for her baby.</div>
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Overall, I kind of adored this book. It was well written and an easy read, even though I found myself having to stop a few times to wipe the tears away (what can I say? I'm a sap). I would recommend this book to anyone who likes teen romances with a healthy dollop of angst thrown in - and anyone who enjoys the works of Sarah Dessen and Colleen Hoover. This was a great debut from Ms. Cotugno, and it's enough that I know I will definitely pick up her next novel as well.</div>
Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-45037892581918253052013-11-06T05:40:00.001-08:002013-11-06T05:40:12.251-08:00Musings and revelationsI guess it never really hit me before that the reason I take so many pictures of my children is that I don't have many of myself growing up (they exist, I just don't have them), and I can't really remember much of my childhood, so this is my way of remembering it for my children.<br />
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People who get mad or upset with me over something, treat me like total crap for a few days while they stew about it, and then confront me in the most passive-aggressive way possible. Then they go back to treating me like everything's okay because they got to say whatever the hell they wanted to say to me... meanwhile, if I ever said a negative thing to them, they'd flip their lid.<br />
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I'm more than just a little tired of everyone always blaming me for things that go wrong. Maybe this is my sign that I need to just stop. I make a little effort, and it doesn't matter. I make a lot of effort, and it doesn't matter.<br />
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If everyone is going to think the worst of me no matter what i do, why bother at all?Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-86173267863685576692013-06-02T09:44:00.002-07:002013-06-02T09:44:38.828-07:00words of wisdom<a class="mainquote" href="http://www.searchquotes.com/quotation/Sometimes_you_need_to_put_the_sadness_aside_%26_the_past_behind._You_need_to_forget_everything_you_fel/474629/" style="background-color: white; color: #2c4070; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="Sometimes you need to put the sadness aside & the past behind. You need to forget everything you felt inside; Your feelings, thoughts, & all that was there because you can't get hurt if you just don't care."><span class="firstword" style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Sometimes</span> you need to put the sadness aside & the past behind. You need to forget everything you felt inside; Your feelings, thoughts, & all that was there because you can't get hurt if you just don't care.</a>Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-40091393130219198082013-05-31T16:42:00.001-07:002013-05-31T16:42:37.704-07:00that moment whenBopping along, having a pretty decent day, until<div>
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I started playing a new game yesterday, and I thought, "I <i>have</i> to tell ---- about this, she'd <i>love</i> it!" </div>
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And so I pick up the phone, click it on, and start to dial...</div>
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...and hang up when I come to my senses all of a sudden.</div>
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I realize I can't call ----. </div>
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Why?</div>
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We no longer speak.</div>
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Fail.</div>
Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-89554876479662319592013-05-30T20:24:00.000-07:002013-05-30T20:24:23.045-07:00moments that change your perspectiveYou know that moment - the one where you think things are already at their lowest and can't get much worse - and then you find out: in fact, they actually <i>can</i> get worse.<br />
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Or maybe they were worse than you thought to begin with.<br />
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Let's just say that I am quickly approaching the point at which I am finished with the whole thing. As in, done. For good.<br />
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For weeks now, I've been having moments of hope. False hope, as it turns out. Just when I think that things <i>might</i> be getting a little bit better, then something bad happens to remind me that that isn't the case, and may never be the case, and it makes everything just a little bit worse.<br />
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Just when I think, "Hey, I wasn't mad today," then I find out I have a reason to be mad.<br />
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Just when I think, "That must mean that that person cares," I find out that they really don't.<br />
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Just when I think, "We've hit the absolute lowest point we're going to hit," I find out things that I didn't know before.<br />
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Murphy's Law, right?<br />
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Murphy is a bitch.Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-19703463078557576592013-05-27T07:42:00.001-07:002013-05-27T08:00:06.449-07:00should've stayed in IowaVery few thoughts sting like the one above... "We should've stayed in Iowa." Because Iowa sucked. I mean, it wasn't <i>all</i> bad, and I took some good memories with me - really good memories made with my girls. And it's probably the most traveling I'll ever do, sadly enough. But none of the things that have happened recently would have happened if I'd stayed there.<br />
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I wouldn't know that if people talk <i>to</i> you, then they will talk <i>about</i> you, because I would've never given them that chance.<br />
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I wouldn't know how duplicitous the people I loved could be.<br />
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I would probably still have relationships that I valued in tact.<br />
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Okay, so maybe it's not all true. I'm sure that at some point, I would've realized the first point. That doesn't mean that it doesn't still sting. And the second point, I've known all my life - I just never would have expected it (not in a million years) from the source it came from recently. Some people I guess I've had on a pedestal, and even though I sometimes had issues with the way they handled things, I never dreamed they would say the nasty things they've said about me. And the truth is, it hurts. It hurts to have admired and loved someone so much and then find out what they really think of you.<br />
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And I am still hanging on to it. I don't really want to because it's eating me up, but I can't seem to let go of it. I feel like I'm the only one left who even cares about it, because I was so deeply hurt by it. The other person is happy to go on their merry little way, and I haven't even bothered telling them why I am still grudge-holding. Given what they think of me, I doubt it would mean very much to them, right? I composed an email to that person, but I haven't sent it. For nearly five weeks, it's been sitting in my email drafts folder. I open it and stare at it every day. What good does it do? What good <i>would</i> it do? Apparently they consider the situation over, and have moved on (without me), and I can't seem to. I just sit here, stuck (for lack of a better word), wondering, and being a little gobsmacked that they care so little.<br />
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And the other individual... well, I really have no clue. I don't even know if there is anything left to salvage at all. This person seems to get off on helping destroy my relationships with others... they spout lies, and everyone believes everything they ever say. Of course, given what the other parties apparently think of me, I shouldn't be surprised... but I am. Surprised, hurt, angry... wow.<br />
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The truth is... the truth is that when I don't think about either of them, I'm happy. My family is happy. The situation causes so freaking much stress for everybody. I don't know how many times I've said that I just want the one person to apologize and admit what they did, and they refuse to. So what does that say about the person wanting to fix our "relationship?" It says a lot to me. The other person <i>has</i> apologized, but when they did it, they tried to shake blame off and said they only said what they had because they were upset for someone else.<br />
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The thing is.... how am I ever supposed to look at them, or step a foot inside their home, or talk to them ever again, <i>knowing</i> what they <i>really</i> think of me, and what they've thought of me ever since they've known me? I mean, jeez. I thought this person was the kindest, nicest, most inspirational person I'd ever known. I looked up to them. I thought I wanted to be like them. I had started thinking, when I got upset about things, 'what would so-and-so do?' And then to find out what that person said about me... how do you get over something like that? Seriously? I am angry. Angry, mad, ticked off - all of it. Here I thought this person was above reproach, I guess. I mean, I know that the person gets mad and sometimes says things, because we're all human and we all do that. But to say something <i>that</i> hurtful... and to say it to the person they said it to (which only fueled the fire, and continues to do so because they continue to talk about me)...? I mean, I can forgive. I've already forgiven them for saying it. I really wish things could go back to normal. But I can't bring myself to speak to this person, or to be anywhere near them in person. I can't. I just can't. Because I feel like even though I'm not mad about it anymore, I am still extremely hurt. And they don't seem to care whatsoever. They have no clue how I feel about it, or what I think, or the things I want to say to them... because they don't care. And it's been over a month now since it happened. Would it even do any good to send my drafted email, or would it just stir things up again? I don't know.<br />
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And this is having a profound effect on my kids. My kids know what was said. This person (and the other person, for that matter) has said things in front of my kids that has hurt them, and hasn't apologized. My kids are starting to not want to be around this person because of the things they've said about me, and because of the things they believe from the other person that are nowhere near being true. But in true form, I'm the one that's been blamed for "hijacking" those relationships. My kids are smart. They have eyes, they have ears. They see who makes the efforts to come and see them and let them know that they still care... and it's not you! I don't have to say a single thing to them. I don't even talk about you at all anymore. They know who gives a crap, because they know who comes to tell them they care.<br />
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I don't know why I'm bothering to write this post. I know the people I'm talking about will never see it. Maybe that's why. I don't know, but I'm tired of holding it all in, and in the past writing has been therapeutic for me. Maybe it's the fact that I really, <i>really</i> miss my mom, and I have for a while now, and it hurts to have had 3 people as mother figures and to have lost all of them. It hurts like hell to know that family can turn on you so easily. It hurts like hell to realize that someone you loved can choose sides, and just because you're the one not blood related, you lose. It hurts to find out that someone you adored has always thought so little of you. And it hurts to know that, given the chance, they immediately believe the worst of you, even when they've only heard one side of the story. It hurts to know that I can't even defend myself, because they probably wouldn't believe me, anyway. They <i>want</i> to believe the lies the other person told, and continues to tell. And I'm at a loss. Things are being done now that can never be taken back, not on my side but on theirs, and if they really care, how can they expect that it will just be okay?<br />
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And it upsets me for my kids, who feel deserted by both parties. Both parties are irreparably damaging their relationships with my kids, and they don't even care, because hey, they've got each other. But it's okay, because I'm sure I'll be blamed for that, too - just like I've already been blamed for it. (Yeah, that's anger.) My shoulders are big, but they're not that damned big.<br />
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You know what the kicker is about all of this? I've only talked to two people about this situation. TWO. And I haven't even given them all of the details, because I am embarrassed. But other people involved go out and spread lies about what's going on, and tell everyone they know, because they want sympathy. Nevermind that it makes things <i>worse</i>, continually gets back to me and bites them in the butt - they don't care. And the other person involved doesn't, either. So why can't I get it through my head??? I think that must be part of the problem. If I hadn't loved them so much, it wouldn't have hurt so much. But obviously they don't care, because they're happy and such.<br />
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... wow.Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3084705738424856391.post-77860132650886495152013-05-25T13:42:00.003-07:002013-05-25T13:42:15.819-07:00no help for thatthere is a place in the heart that<br />
will never be filled<br />
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a space<br />
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and even during the<br />
best moments<br />
and<br />
the greatest<br />
times<br />
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we will know it<br />
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we will know it<br />
more than<br />
ever<br />
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there is a place in the heart that<br />
will never be filled<br />
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and<br />
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we will wait<br />
and<br />
wait<br />
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in that<br />
space.<br />
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-excerpt from the Charles Bukowski anthology <u>You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense</u>Michelle B. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02409783548349010999noreply@blogger.com0