Wednesday, August 29, 2012

More whining. I'm sorry I woke up so early.

I've been staring at Mint for half an hour. I play with columns. The Sarah experiment was expensive. Not because of anything malicious on her part or anything like that. Life costs money. I'm ok with that. I've been slowly trying to dig myself out of that hole all year. This month is the first month I am not over the food budget. I will remain in the green as long as I don't spend any money on food in the next three days. Good thing I'm well stocked. And if nothing else I have a yard full of tomatoes and carrots. Shanna may hate me, but we'll have tomatoes for days.

I have felt ashamed of the fact that supporting me requires work for as long as I have known it was true. My father and mother would talk about what I owed them for supporting me. My mom has always felt guilty about how much work she has added to Auntie and that guilt has made her act out in some weird ways. I feel terrible about needing someone else to go work for me. I'm a lazy piece of shit. I can't fucking support myself what good am I? I'm being terrible at the whore thing this month. I don't really want to be touched right now. So, what fucking good am I?

Noah's book is priced a lot higher than mine. He has made a lot more money at that than I have. It feels... appropriate. Everything about who and what he is dictates that he be paid a lot for what he has to offer the world. I give people free downloads. Because I know I am not really worth anything. Nothing that I have to give could possibly be worth anything.

I'm still selling copies. One or so a week. Heh. Maybe if I did something resembling promotion it would help. Those are pretty much random finds. Holy shit. Random complete strangers on the internet (it is an e-book) want to read about me. I get lovely emails sometimes.

I feel angry with Noah because he has worth and I don't. But I don't particularly want to go get a job. The idea of missing this part of my childrens lives makes me feel sick. No. I need every minute of intense love I can get. I need to be loved. I need to have my day full of people who genuinely like me and want to be near me. I may never get this feeling again. They will be adults before much longer. Maybe I'll work some day. I don't know what I'll do, but certainly not now.

So I have nothing that the world values. That's part of simple market economics. And I don't really have much time to make things that could potentially be judged as valuable or not because I am busy being loved. And I feel like making that choice means that I am choosing to be nothing. I am something that only has worth and value for a short time. Then I cease to matter at all. In some horrifying ways I feel like more than other people I know that the support a mother gives is a one way obligation. I don't expect much of anything from my kids as adults.

Which means I spend all day every day feeling like I am pouring all of myself, all of my energy, all that I have to give to the world into two people who will leave me. I feel scared all the time. I know that I am using all this energy--all of these resources in ways that will long term not serve me. I expect to have my fifties to look forward to while feeling like I have done nothing with my life but want love.

Even a cursory glance at my life makes it fairly apparent that for me it is true that no one stays. Noah says he will. I'm crossing my fingers because I don't really believe him. I think that all I have to do is be a little meaner and he will understand how bad I am and he will go.  I just need to show him who I am. Don't worry, he will go. Everyone does.

I'm really struggling with how alone I feel. If it weren't for my kids needing me to wait on them hand and foot I don't think I would make it through today. I don't want to. But I have to stop crying soon.  I have to put this feeling in a box. It doesn't matter what I want. I made a commitment. It doesn't matter if they will leave one day. I made the decision to bring two people into the world who require care. I have sixteen more years of duty. I don't get to shirk that. They really and truly need me. Even though neither of them are nursing. Even though they aren't really "babies" any more. They need me.

Shanna needs someone who can deal with her intensity. She reminds me so much of me. I was beaten and shamed and told I was disgusting and annoying for being like Shanna. No one but me is going to want to love her so much. I really don't think other people would have as much patience for her quirks. I can be gentle with her and forgive myself for being punished. I know she isn't worthless. I know that this investment of time and energy and love will be good for her. I don't know how it will work out for me long term, but I know that she will go off into the world knowing that it is good for her to yearn and do and be. Calli is quite clear that she wants me. Mama mama mama. If I am out of her sight for an hour there are a lot of tears. I can't leave her.

I'm really sad. I'm really scared. I'm really lonely. There isn't really anything I can do about these feelings. It's time to go run. I have a race in 38 days with a very good friend.

It's not that I think I don't have friends or people who love me. But I spend fifteen to twenty hours a month with adults other than Noah who know me and like me. I don't count the home schooling group because I go there and keep my fat mouth shut. It's isolating and hard. I feel bad all the time. Like *I* am bad. With my kids. With people I associate with for my kids. It's hard. It's really hard.

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