What is driving me nuts is my lack of being able to make a decision and stick to it on what to wear to the wedding.
A decision is made, a choice is thoroughly thought out and I'm ok with it. But within days, or at times even hours later the desire to attend in that fades completely away.
Truthfully it's all I can think of. Day and night, the question floats around in my head. Options, choices float by, each having a great reason for being there, until I grab one, and then it flares into smoke in my hand, and I'm left with nothing.
Here's my choices as I see them.
1. I wear a dress and make everyone else happy, but not me.
2. I wear a dressy trouser outfit, this choice would make me happier, but not 3rd son.
3. I come as I wish, something rather funky, rather unusual, look like me, but really really stick out like a sore thumb. And feel awkward all night.
After writing this all out? I can see what my major malfunction is. It's who to please, them or me. I'm tired of submersing my needs and desires for others. I fear upsetting the family, as I've been tossed away by my birth family, and am really on thin ice as it is with eldest. I'm tired being discarded by people who claim to love me.
How weary I am though of never being able please me. Always having to please others first, or only. I've been called a "doormat" before by a friend on blogger. While some of my actions could be seen that way, what I think it all boils down to is the fear of being tossed away. TH has always been there for me, never wavered in his devotion to me, and before this winter, I thought that my relationship with my sons was secure as well. If we could pop their females out of the equation then I know where I stand with the boys. Add them in, and the whole game becomes a wild card, a crap shoot, a step into the unknown, and that's where my fear lies.
I never in my wildest dreams thought any thing in the world would come between myself and eldest. We were so damned tight. We were simpatico. On the same page. And possibly that could have been Dil's issue with me, she felt threatened by my presence in Eldest's life and I had to be eliminated.
Well, I say 'You'.
ReplyDeleteHow anyone can base their happiness on what you wear is ridiculous to me, especially when they know that the choice will make you unhappy.
What i'm saying is, what makes YOU happy should make THEM happy, and if it doesn't then that's THEIR issue.
I face this all the time and I have to remind myself it's not selfish to take care of my own needs first. I also have to remind myself I'm not the one with the problem, it's THEIR problem.
ReplyDeletePlease make yourself happy.
The choices in front of you are difficult, and even more difficult to navigate in their entirety. You could also ask yourself, "Is it worth sacrificing that little part of me for this one day to make everyone else happier, so that a little down the road, I'll be happier because then it'll build a better bridge between us?"
ReplyDeleteIt's difficult deciding between oneself and one's relationships with others. Because as much as we are our own individual, we're also the connections to the people around us. I wish you the best with whichever route you choose.
I wish there was an easy answer. I read the comments before mine, and they offer only the same dilemma. Please yourself because it's really their problem, or please them to either (and) keep the peace or hopefully maintain the relationship on down the road.
ReplyDeleteI think I'd work hard at finding a reasonable compromise. Weddings these days are a far cry from the old, traditional white gowned vestigial virgin and men in black tuxes all stiff and stern. I'm not sure why son #3 would care if you wore a dressy pants suit, I've certainly seen them at all manner of weddings. I do think I'd avoid the funky, but there has to be a middle ground. Life is full of compromises.
Peace <3
Jay