WinterCricket
Bronze Member
Isolating.
Don't even realize I'm doing it at first. Then it kind of dawns on me that I haven't talked to friends or family, kind of ignoring hubby, just kind of shut down. Going out to the world means putting on happy face -- so very tiring.
They get mad at me. Or maybe they don't. Dunno. Don't really care. Can't take the pressure of dealing with them.
I come here
They get mad? or maybe they don't.
They want to be part of the conversation
Why do I talk here but not to them?
Too many things I can't talk to them about.
I know, I know, they want to help. They want to understand
But sometimes its too much for ME to think about.
For ME to talk about
For ME to explain
Not them
ME.
Here?
people get it
Without having to explain.
Sigh.
The very ironic thing is, my dear, that you actually did just explain it to us perfectly, and that's a gift. (you know I love and admire you babe for your sassy way with words and openness!)
I would give anything to have the Marine say these very words to me and just open up the trust/communication for me to say back to him - I understand you're feeling like crap right now and I support you and am available to talk when ready.
THAT, what you just said so thoughtfully, would let me understand and not want to go bat shit wondering with his freaking 79th isolation instead.
In fact, I have half a mind to write the words I just wrote you to him in a text, and give him the benefit of the doubt - one last hail Mary before I let it go. Maybe he is feeling what you describe...