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While I can't fully agree with this song, in a sense, there are things about it I can relate to. lol. This past week was a nightmare, and today wasn't much better. Last Monday I was off. I typically am off on Mondays unless there's a problem with the scheduling. Anyway, when I woke up I wasn't feeling well. When word got out I wasn't feeling well, I knew they wouldn't be expecting me. All was okay. As the day went on, I started to feel better, so much so in fact that I could have gone to see my family. I decided not to. It's not that I don't love my family. I do. I just needed a day away from them. My family can be very trying. My mom is co-dependent on me, and my dad is the grouchiest man I have ever seen in my entire life. Most days I just ignore him, but every now and then he flares his attitude, looking for a fight, and I'm more than happy to accommodate. I digress. So the next day I go see my mom. Turns out she's leaving for work, and she's in such a hurry she can't even speak to me. I kid you not she was getting in her car and backing out of the driveway while I was still in it, but she couldn't even say hi. So here I am thinking she's mad because I didn't come see her the day before. Never mind the fact she was told I was sick. No. That didn't matter. She didn't even ask how I was, say hi, anything. Nothing. The next day she told me she was in a hurry. Okay. I'll buy that. That same day someone close to me went through something terrible. She called me in tears. I couldn't understand her some of the time she was crying so hard. I talked to her, tried to calm her down, make her feel better. The situation was resolved, and all was well again. During this something was said to me, and it bothered me. That's all I'm going to say on that. Okay. Let's keep going with the tour. At some point, my guy and I got into a misunderstanding. I said something, and he misunderstood it. It started a slew of messages from him. Some of them I wanted to answer. Others had me looking at my phone thinking why would I want to reply to a man who says that? That was on Wednesday. I think it was just after midnight, early Sunday before I spoke to him. I sent him a text that was simply his name. He replied with, "what dammit". Yeah. I said, "really? That's how you respond?" He said, "Yes when you don't talk to me for three days baby." I haven't heard a single word from him today. He wanted to come see me at my job yesterday on his way to his job. I told him he didn't have to. Things are strained to say the least. Now somewhere in there I was also fussed at from one of the store managers at my job. He thought I was just standing around with two other people. One of them is my bestie. The other is my department boss. She was showing what she wanted me to take care of that night. The last thing he said was not to get offended. Believe me. I got offended. Starting to see how my week had been crappy?
My defense mechanism is to shut down. If I don't do that, I run away. I am commitment phobic. I have baggage. My life is demanding. I have issues. lol. Publishing houses even. Still I try to help when I can and how I can. I go to work. I work hard. I'm the life of the party at work. One bright spot in all this has been this one guy at work. Well, he's kind of at work. He works with a team that has come in to put up new signs inside the building. He speaks to me every night. I never told him my name. It's written on my apron. So he must have been looking for it because he knows it. He's nice. Plus my bestie has been a joy to hang around with. I don't get what people expect from other people. You know you push someone long enough, hard enough, too far, and they break. That's common sense. The people in my life don't seem to get that concept. I've thought about moving away to get away from all that's around me here. That way I could have a life again. My life. Then I start to think that makes me selfish. At one time this week, people wanted me to get up at and get a small child, not even a year old, at 5:30am, keep him until about 9am, at which point I would then be taking care of him and his brother until time for me to go to work, where I would work until 10pm. This was going to my schedule Tuesday-Friday. I was made to feel guilty and selfish for saying no to this. Why? Because I wasn't doing what someone else wanted me to? It feels like every single person in my life wants something from me. Too much, too hard, too far. People tell me I need to put my foot down, I need to say no. I do say no to some things, but I know to pick my battles. I know that I rely on people as much as they rely on me. You tip the scales, you rock the boat, and things go south. So I keep the status quo. I tell myself it's not forever, and it won't be. I have until August this year. At that point, my mornings will free up, and the people I work with better be ready. lol. Now I may take a week to just revel in not having to do anything during the mornings, but then I want to turn my attention to writing more. As complicated and busy as my life is, I have always liked to write. That's why I wanted to get back into it again. I know right now I can't be as active as I once was, but I'm still here. I'm working to not ghost anyone. I'm working to be someone my partners can rely on. Thank you guys for your understanding and patience. You're the best.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I have some writing to do. Have a good night BMR.