Time for some honesty. My life has been hell for the last two years. It wasn’t that great before divorce, but never like this.
My oldest daughter and I used to be so close, but since the divorce, it has changed. She doesn’t text back, return phone calls or emails. There are plenty of ideas going around that have nothing to do with me, but the evidence is irrefutable, it’s me.
My youngest daughter, who came out to me last summer, is transgender. I’ve been coping, adjusting and trying to understand. He’s moved in with his dad (and woman he was cheating on me with) last month and has cut off all contact with me. If you will remember, his dad is a raging narcissist and still will not stop tormenting me. I suspect Caleb is a border line. Might as well throw that in to my family; border line, bipolar, narcissist….I’m surprised any of my children are functioning.
I have also be cut off by my beloved sister. I guess mental illness and the drama of my marriage, divorce, transgender child was just too much for her. I’ve sucked her dry.
My therapist is actually just trying to keep the boat afloat. Trying to give me ways to cope, because facts are facts, all this shit is happening and I can barely come up for air before some other event occurs.
I had to call 911 on Caleb before he moved into his Dad’s because he threw a tantrum and was destroying my bedroom and bathroom. Glass was everywhere and due to his mental health I was afraid for him. No one from my family has asked me, what happened and how I am. I am totally shut out.
What the hell is going on? I am alone. I’m supposed to be depending on my friends according to my therapist, but I’m not there yet. It’s not the same. I’ve never lived alone. As with most mothers, my family has been a huge part of who I am and now they are all gone.
I’m sure it looks bad for me. I must have done something. I must be something to drive everyone away. The only thing I am is … well the only thing I think I am is unimportant and not worth the effort.
I feel like shit right now. I feel like shit everyday. I’ll make it though and eventually get to enjoy my life. I’ve been telling myself that for 52 years.