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I'm sick and tired of all of it.
I'm not sad, I'm not happy. I'm not scared. I'm just sick and tired of all of it.
Off to the therapist to learn how to replace negative thoughts with positive ones...
...and wondering how to bring up "When does this turn into denial and self-deception??" without my husband accusing me of misdirecting or derailing the conversation.
Because, frankly, what they want is a smiling woman, a compliant mother, and a smoothly running house.
They don't give a s**t if I'm happy-- they just want to think I'm happy.
They don't care where the road goes-- they just want it to go smoothly and efficiently.
They don't care what I see or think or feel-- they just want to feel like they do, and be able to tell themselves that they do, without having to actually think about it or listen to it for more than 10 minutes at a time (or deal with anything that can't be easily resolved in a 10-minute paternalistic conversation that ends with my saying something to the effect of, "I see. Thank you for setting me straight."
I'm fed up. If I had any concrete complaint or thought I could either care for these kids on my own or give them up without being haunted, I'd walk away.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"