Where does this family go after Joy’s successful birth? My husband is a good co-parent. The years of genetic tests, breast cancer, the loss of multiple pregnancies and his refusal to take care of his health problems has taken a toll on our marriage. It is like there has been a silent divorce not only with him but his family as well. I was always the prepared one with a plan. Then our beloved daughter died named Addison died, breast cancer came, two beloved pets died and my mother all within 11 months of each other. When the cancer drugs and I healed after all the treatment, I realized my mother, daughter and a few things died. For years, I shut the windows and doors. On my day off during the week, I would lie in bed the entire school day. It was like living in paradise and awaking to a war torn country. Another attempt at putting us back together failed. I grow tired of this. I loved you enough to take your name. Your family sung me a million promises upon our union. I have stood by you as we became the first documented case in medical history.
At this point, I am back to square one. My own mother refused to take care of herself and her dementia. Her clear moments prolonged her diagnosis. Plus, she never was a real danger to herself until she fell. It’s hard to see this person has grown this attitude that listening to me is an option. I am brunt out from my mother almost 7 years later. I may never have that relationship with him again. The one that swept me off my feet and inspired me. I sleep on a camper’s bed. He has several food intolerances and allergies. He will not comply with testing. I should have made him sleep on the couch. 12 years later, I awake to my back hurting every day. I have been suffering from insomnia. I look at younger couples that wine and dinning each other. It’s been 8 or 9 months since I got a hug. I have no where to go. Leaving is not an option. We co-parent. I keep hitting this wall of utterly agitation. I do have the love of my kids. The dog loves me. When I hit that wall. The emptiness awakens… I feel myself grieving all that I promised myself as a girl.
I have been thinking of putting the move on hold. There are all these huge bills left from un-paid maternity leave, several problems with our house and the embryo donation program. I need something more than my addictive addicted siblings can give me.
The daycare center for Joy and I have settled our differences. Joy is waiting for a placement at a home daycare, which will save us serious money. The crisis with the family dog has settled. I was suppose to stop using Nicotine Gum, but I think I am going to lower the dose and wait for the stress to settle more. Am I going to be happy in that town next door where Hope goes to school? I don’t want to say there is no improvement between us as a couple. However, it’s been quite a few weekends that I felt I bite my tongue. My payroll was screwed up on job 2. I only work a day a week to cover activities with the kids and spending money. Some it I have been saving it because I learned my lesson the hard way with an old commission style job. The screw up in paychecks screw up my chance to do some trainings in my career path, because in some human services jobs you are required to pay for your own trainings. It feels like I am stuck in a power struggle between two programs at the hospital. Yesterday, I see myself needing to fight this outside the place. I was extremely stressed. I called because I need to know someone cares. I got a “too busy.” I find myself craving adult friendship and a good hug. I keep getting nothing. Our souls do not speak.
This month started with a fight over money. Things were tight. Now they are tighter. We are getting quotes and looking at our options. I am going back and fourth on career choices. I know what I want. I have half a map. Dusting off the old plan to find friendships for myself. I have found myself back to the original thought. Save yourself Dame! I did attempt to have him involved. It went nowhere. Done waiting for a super hero! I can do this myself.