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The Darkness Inside
January 17, 2006 | Category: In My Life
There is a darkness in me these days.
I want to write, but my words seems stuck in a single groove of the record.
I am afraid.
I am angry.
I am angry at CD for not finding a job that pays what he knows he needs to make. For not hustling harder. For waiting until the last minute. Mere weeks before we lose my income. Knowing that if he doesn't support us, we'll have to sell the house or else have me go back to work. I have been saving him so long that I suspect, in my darkness, that he's just waiting for me to do it again.
I am angry at my co-workers, the ones on this fucking nightmare of an assignment. Especially the management. For treating people with such an utter lack of respect and dignity. For treating me as if I were a problem because I had the gall to file a complaint. I am pissed that I even care. But sometimes I think that my heart is my strength. I care. I CARE. It's part of what gives me power in my world, my heart beating strong. And I care. So it hurts.
I am angry at my child, for acting out. He's confused about what is happening, and I bet he is scared to. And it makes me furious at myself for snapping at him when he yells at me for eating his half of a donut when I was hungry, the donut I stopped and got for him as a treat and he never said thank you. I know he's a little kid, and that my expectations are way out of line. I make myself crazy not knowing if I should enforce the high expectations I always have or let it slide that he is so whiny these days, full of sudden tears and bouts of callous selfishness.
I am angry that I don't know what to do.
And then into this miasma of frustration and tension, I get angry at CD again. And at myself for giving me away for so long. To save him or enable him, I don't know where the line is anymore.
I don't know how far I will go.
I don't know what I will do to meet the darkness in me and find my light again.
I don't know how many times I will snap back at perfectly nice people who make the mistake of stepping on my last nerve.
I don't know what I will do if I am forced to sell the house. If I have that much forgiveness in me.
Actually I know the answer to that one.
I am fighting to save my marriage, my health, my wellbeing, my ability to parent. Against a darkness that has clung too long.
And I don't know if I will win.