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Me @ the majority of how 2018 went
He says let’s just lay here and enjoy the moment.
I get dressed…
Who’s going to fix the nights I cried myself to sleep?
Who’s going to take back all the times I was on my knees begging God to take the pain away?
Who’s going to take back all the humiliation he put me through?
Who’s going to take back all those lies he fed me?
Who’s going to take back all the nasty, hurtful words he said to me?
I say let’s not lay here and pretend.
- let’s get the fuck out of here.
A Reflection on 2017
Well, 2017 has flown by- LITERALLY FLOWN BY. I guess that’s kind of a good sign, usually good things go by quickly. While 2017 was not without it’s struggles, I’d say it has generally been an extremely successful year for myself in so many aspects of my life. Just to recap- here’s where I’m at with the resolutions I made myself last year for this year:
-LOSE WEIGHT: This resolution was actually a pretty huge success. I’m down almost 30 pounds from the beginning of this year which is pretty awesome! I didn’t hit my goal weight of 125 (I usually sit between 129-135), however, I feel and look great and EVERYONE has noticed. Definitely a successful resolution
-Get Organized: I did my best with this one lol. In my studio (when I lived alone) I actually had EVERYTHING organized to a science, I downsized the vast majority of my belongings, revamped my wardrobe to only include things I actually will wear, and had a pretty solid cleaning regimen down. However, after G-Unit moved in, things got a little less organized. Then we moved to a bigger apartment which started out beautifully organized, but quickly got less and less clean. Overall I’d give myself like a 6/10 in this category.
-Be Consistent: As far as my weekly schedules, this category has been a huge success. I moved to a sister restaurant from the one I worked at in 2016 (the one that I said made me want to kill people lol) that I absolutely love working at, and my manager is SUPER chill about scheduling. I’ve had a very consistent schedule in terms of days and shifts/hours for the majority of 2017. In addition, I picked up a second job as a Graduate Assistant at my University, which provided a very structured schedule as well. And of course my graduate cohort has been consistent since I began, so most of the time I was pretty positive ahead of time what my work schedule would look like exactly. In terms of being consistent in terms of sleeping, eating, cleaning, etc.... kind of didn’t happen how I wanted it to (hence the 4:30 AM tumblr post). However, I definitely think having my schedule be so consistent helped a lot with my anxiety in general, although I did feel overwhelmed at times, ultimately knowing what to expect on a weekly basis helped a lot.
-Lock down a skincare routine: Definitely a work in progress. I found products/a routine that works well for my skin, but again, the consistency on my end wasn’t there. My skin has generally either stayed the same or improved a little, and definitely hasn’t gotten any worse than before, so that’s good!
-Find a job that doesn’t make me want to kill people: HUGE SUCCESS! Ever since moving from the bar I had previously worked at to the location I’m at now I have felt so much happier and more appreciated and genuinely enjoyed going in to work. My coworkers are fun, I’m respected by my bosses, and as an added bonus the money is SIGNIFICANTLY better than my previous job (2-4X as much per shift ON AVERAGE). My current boss gives me kick ass schedules and sections, I feel extremely comfortable to be myself and don’t feel judged like I had previously, and I think my work performance reflects how happy I am at my new location. In addition, I picked up a second job in July at my University as a Graduate Assistant. While the title sounds pretty prestigious, I was essentially a glorified TA, in charge of grading student assignments, proctoring exams, tracking attendance, and holding office hours for tutoring/editing student papers. However, I honestly could not have been happier with the experience and look forward to continuing to work in my position next semester. Having a job in a more professional field has been a huge confidence boost, given me a great sense of responsibility, will look awesome on my resume (not to mention an awesome learning experience), and of course has padded my monthly income substantially. Both of my current positions make me feel so grateful because I know I’m genuinely liked and appreciated and FOR SURE not like I want to kill people (at least not for real (; )
-Work on being a cleaner person: I will say I definitely have tried with this, and in general I think I clean more than I have in the past. But in all honesty- a slob is a slob is a slob. It’s my nature and it’s a really hard nature to break lol but I will definitely continue trying to rectify this moving forward
-Say NO more and not feel bad about it: This is something I still struggle with. I still don’t like to say no to people as it makes me feel awkward, however, I’ve gotten a lot better at recognizing when I’m being taken advantage of and standing up for myself. I’ve done this professionally and personally, and I think this is definitely a skill I want to continue to practice and grow. Being a pushover sucks, but I think I definitely improved greatly this year.
-Drink less: Honestly, this category was probably my biggest success of the year. I cut drinking TREMENDOUSLY, to the point where I can recall being actually DRUNK only about 4-5 times the entire year. That’s CRAZY to me, because even in the past when I’ve been very focused on my goal, that is the lowest I think I have ever been able to honestly report. Granted, I still would have maybe a cocktail or 2 here and there every once in a while, but in general, I almost eliminated drinking alcohol from my routine. And, when I would grab drinks with friends after work or something, I was EXTREMELY responsible and able to limit myself to only 1 or 2 drinks and then call it a night, something I have NEVER been successful with. Eliminating the binge alcohol consumption has been AMAZING for my mindset, the way I feel, and how much I was able to accomplish in my life this year. Alcohol has DEFINITELY held me back in the past, and without it this year I flourished.
While my resolutions kind of speak for themselves, I want to break down all the aspects of my life and point out where they stand today at the end of 2017 and any major things that occurred this year:
Personal: My personal life is very low-key at the moment. There were MAJOR changes this year with who I interact with, how frequently, and how I feel regarding these interactions. The more this year went on, the more I was able to cut negativity out of my life and really focus on myself. I truly believe that the people in my life who are true, genuine supporters of me and real friends will respect this and understand why I had to make this decision, because I was being drained by people all around me. I also have noticed that there are a lot of people who still feel they can take advantage of me, and I think going forward this is going to be something I will definitely address.
Romantic: My love life did a full 180 in 2017. G-Unit and myself did rekindle our relationship back in January, and ended up getting engaged to be married in April. I am over the moon and definitely could not be happier with how this year turned out in this part of my life. Moving forward, I want to continue to grow with G-Unit and keep working together with living together, creating coping skills to work through arguments in a healthy way, and to generally fall more and more in love with him.
Professional: Professionally, I KILLED IT in 2017. I worked more hours this year than I have worked in any other year of my entire life. I think earning money and working hard has done wonders for my self esteem, financially I love being able to pay for things on my own and not rely on anyone else to supplement my bills, and I just generally feel like working hard has taught me a lot about drive and dedication that I wasn’t expecting. Professionally, this year was one of the best.
Financial: Financially speaking, I definitely killed it again in 2017. I have more money in savings presently than I have had at any point in time EVER in my life, which is incredible. I make enough money monthly to afford all of my living expenses on my own (G-Unit and I split them of course, but if we didn’t I could still pay it alone which makes me extremely proud of myself). In addition, I make enough to afford ANYTHING I want to buy virtually at any time, which is a position I haven’t really found myself in before. I’ve gotten pretty good with budgeting and sticking in the general realm of my budget (you know +/- $100 here or there). The financial security has helped a lot with my self esteem and anxiety as well, so this year has been spectacular for that.
Educational: I’m doing extremely well educationally. After a somewhat rocky start to graduate school, I’ve really pulled it together. This year, I finished with a 3.3 GPA and am currently sitting at an A in the class I am in. I didn’t take any time off from my program and expect to complete it on time, which is completely amazing!
Emotional/Psychological: I definitely feel like the life changes that occurred in 2017 for me have had a really positive effect on my self esteem and confidence, and ultimately lowered my anxiety a lot. I still have periods of pretty severe anxiety, and definitely some bouts of depression here and there, but NOTHING like I experienced in 2016.
Physical/Health: I feel really great ending 2017 in terms of how I look. I’ve lost a significant amount of weight which feels really good, and I generally feel really healthy and happy!
This form of new years resolutions has been really awesome to look back on, so I will definitely be posting my 2018 resolutions out to the universe very soon! So thankful and grateful for the overall success I experienced this year, and can’t wait to see what blessings next year has in store :)
Dear G-Unit (AKA MY FIANCE)
You always spend all your time telling me why you love me, so here’s some of the reasons I love you :)
- You have the most infectious smile ever. I literally can’t stop smiling whenever I see it, and it gives me butterflies always.
-You say certain words with like an accent (i.e. length, pull, etc.) and i think it’s the cutest thing in the entire universe.
-You always have my back, even if don’t always agree with me. You never speak about me to others in a negative way and you constantly build me up.
-You make me feel accepted and loved, even though I’m a freak of nature.
-You make me feel safe when you are around me. I know that no matter what happens I have you there to protect me and nobody’s gonna mess with me.
-You’re always down to go on adventures and be spontaneous. I love to travel with you because we could literally do anything together and just being there with you makes it 100x more memorable.
-We connect on such a deep level when we have conversations that it feels like you really understand me, which is something I don’t get a lot of. I am an off the wall wacko when it comes to my conspiracy theories and views on things, and whenever I talk to you I can tell you’re really listening to me and care about what I have to say.
-I could lay in bed with you and do nothing, even say nothing, for days and days and weeks and weeks and it would NEVER get old.
-You’ve been someone I can count on for years. Even though we had our ups and downs way back when, I can’t remember a time since I really met you that I felt as though if I called you wouldn’t be there for me.
-You’re the only person I trust enough to let in, which is huge for me. I trust NOBODY EVER. PERIOD lols. I trust you more than I trust members of my own family, I tell you things that nobody else knows about me and I feel like I can talk to you about anything and never have to worry.
-Even though you pretend to hate children, I think you’re really sweet around kids and I think someday you will be an amazing father.
-You have integrity, like the real kind, not the kind people put on as a show in front of the world. You honestly are passionate about what you believe and stand by your morals always, even when it’s hard.
-You aren’t afraid to be vulnerable, which is a huge feat for many of us including me. I’m very afraid to let people in (cuz of my complex obvs), so every time you open up to me, break down, or let me see that part of you, I feel so incredibly special and I always want to make you feel safe and give you back everything you give to me.
-Even though you lack common sense sometimes (frequently), I admire you as one of the most intelligent people I’ve ever met. You are actually extremely awesome to debate and hold conversations with and are always teaching me new random fun facts. Also, when you set your mind to something, you achieve whatever it is your goal is in like record time (example: car stereo. sure it took you like idk 6-7 hours, but you kept going until you knew how to do it. My italian girl problems would’ve kicked in around hour 1.5 and quit)
-You are always striving to better yourself and always try to think through the long term as to how it will help not only you, but me too. You always concern yourself with taking care of both of us, which is really a sweet thing to be a priority of yours. Even though you have a tendency to live in the moment, I think that for the big stuff you look at the big picture as well.
-You are ALWAYS trying to give me the best of the best of what you have. You have literally said to me that you would rather I use the better of the 2 items and you use the lesser because you love me and want me to have the best. You are always so respectful towards me and treat me so amazingly, materialistically and otherwise, and its so incredibly sweet.
-You come up with the best nicknames. Throwback to the original Nome and Gome, all the way to Googly, Shmoogly Bear, and the future Little Bear (some day in the distant future chill)
-Whenever I’m having a bad day, the one thing that instantly cheers me up is thinking about coming home to you and snuggling and having you tell me that it’s all gonna be okay. (usually this only helps temporarily cuz then i get even sadder that you’re not here to actually physically do this). When we’re apart, you text me every single day about how much you love me and how you want me to be having a good day, and it puts a smile on my face every time I receive a message.
-It takes FOREVER to get you off the phone/skype. Literally you’re not even from Minnesota and you have PERFECTED the Minnesota goodbye. Even though i get testy and annoyed sometimes, it makes me internally smile every time that you want to keep talking to me even for a couple more minutes.
-You have become one of the most amazing, empathetic, loving and caring people I have ever met. I have never EVER been more proud of someone and their accomplishments, persistence, determination, and just overall sweet nature than I am of you. You are the most amazing man I have ever had in my life, and I couldn’t be more PROUD to be your wife for the rest of our time here together. Thank you for being so amazing to me and I’m so grateful and happy that you and I found each other again <3
My breakthrough?
I’m literally surrounded by people who think that they have life completely figured out. As if constant drinking and partying, living pay check to paycheck chasing the high of the weekend is what happiness is. Spending hundreds, if not thousands of dollars on music festivals or expensive sporting events or vacations, all of which consist of going to a new location with new possessions and doing the same thing you could be doing at home in your regular bars, drinking to the point of black out. Fuck, do you even remember the trips you take or places you go? Going out to lunches and dinners, followed by drinks, showering yourself with useless shit that holds absolutely no value to anything other than instant amusement, that’s really what happiness is to these people? THAT is what they are judging me for not fitting in to? Why am I wasting my time trying so hard to impress this subgroup of people? To be completely honest, they’re really not worth impressing.
Strength
I’ve been thinking all day about how tough I am. I’ve been through some shit and still manage to get up and go about my day every single day. I feel like this is the first time in my life I’ve felt at peace, like I’m not constantly battling something or someone, or even myself. I’m proud of how far I’ve come, and I’m proud of what I’m doing and where I’m going.
today.
Today went pretty well for the most part in terms of being productive. I got my entire house cleaned up, went to the bank, cleaned out my car, and got another job interview scheduled for tomorrow. It feels really good to be productive and I want to keep up the streak. I feel like quitting drinking will help me a lot to get my anxiety and depression under control, so that’s something I definitely want to do. Ever since I quit drinking for 30 days I’ve felt a lot less depressed and feel like every aspect of my life has improved. I have more time to keep my house together, to do homework, to plan for the future, to apply for jobs, and to save money. I can focus on the relationships that are important to me (all the relationships I have with girls I used to go out drinking with are important to me, I just want to focus on other aspects of them), and I can focus on investing my money in other things, like traveling and experiences and things that make me happy instead of just on alcohol. I’m setting goals and accomplishing them and that makes me feel really good.
It’s weird, ever since me and G-Unit got back together it feels like everything is becoming clear and falling into place. It scares me a little bit though, because I can’t tell if what’s happened is that now that I have a boyfriend I suddenly have a confidence boost and my motivation came back, or if he’s just a good influence on me. Either way, I fear what will happen if someday we aren’t together anymore. I really hope that if that day ever comes, I’ve got a routine down enough that I’ll be alright.
it’s been a little while..
After reflecting on my current life situation, I realized I failed at a majority of my new years resolutions thus far. I haven’t gotten better at saying no, I haven’t been able to stick to a set routine in any aspect of my life, and I have been more spontaneous than ever. I didn’t really need new years resolutions to tell me how I should be living my life and how I should be taking care of myself; I know how to take care of myself, how to live, and how to act. I’m starting to see more and more how negatively alcohol effects my ability to do these things, so I feel like it’s time for some new goals and new changes.
1. Limit/eliminate alcohol consumption: I am 21, and the vast majority of my friends I have currently are industry people. Therefore, I know that alcohol is a part of their lifestyle. Alcohol can be fun sometimes, but I am in no place emotionally or financially to fall into the grips of drinking every single day like I have been doing in the past. It has caused me to gain weight, become depressed, and neglect my priorities. Therefore, I want to eliminate alcohol consumption as much as possible, and limit the times I do consume alcohol. From now on, I am allowed to consume alcohol 1 time per week, and am limited to a maximum of 4 drinks during my 1 time per week. In addition, I will not drink to excess to the point of being blacked out, I will not be taking shots anymore, drinking dark liquor, or go over a set budget of $45 for the entire night ever (including transportation, drinks themselves, snacks, etc.)
2. Make a list and stick to it: I work really well under structure and organization, and being that I am usually a very unstructured, chaotic person throughout my every day life, lists kind of help me to organize and keep things in check. I already set up a google calendar with my work out routines, daily chores, homework assignments, etc., however, I would like to schedule some time to create a list of all the errands/small tasks/tasks already planned on my google calendar in order to have a physical reminder of everything I need to get done for the day.
3. Bookend my days with work outs: I have barely used my gym membership, something I was honestly so excited about using this year. Even if I only go for a 30 minute jog on the elliptical and call it a workout, I would like to start my day with a workout to get motivated and energized for the day, and end with a workout to boost my metabolism before bed, as well as to start looking and feeling better in general. Plus, it’s a good way to destress and anything that could help with stress and anxiety management is important for me.
4. GET A JOB: I’ve been unemployed WAY too long, and I want to get a job that I’m happy with. I want to start saving up money, paying off my credit cards, and buying things that actually make me happy as opposed to wasting my money on food and alcohol.
5. Journal daily: Sometimes just writing what I’m thinking about out on paper or on my computer screen helps me to understand it. Free writing is something that I used to do a lot, where I would just start writing about things that had happened during that day and go from there about how I felt or how I saw the world, etc. I want to start doing that daily as a form of stress management. It doesn’t have to be a huge dedication of time, even if my post is only a short paragraph as long as it talks about what I’m going through, or expresses whatever emotion I need to express, I would feel satisfied with that.
6. Create good habits/break poor habits: This one kind of wraps all of my new and old goals up in one. I need to start working on getting in the habit of doing things that are constructive and positive (i.e. working out, skin care routines, chore routines, getting my homework done on time, eating habits, etc.) , as well as work to break habits that are negatively effecting me (i.e. drinking too much and too frequently, partying too much, spending too much time not focused, spending too much money on useless things).
TO MY EX BOYFRIEND/BEST FRIEND/LOVE
TRIGGER WARNING: This post is about to be super sappy and emotional. My ex, who we will refer to as G-Unit, just left today to return home from a visit and I’m pretty sad about it, so I wanted to get everything out now. Also, I'm calling this an “open letter” even though it’s not really a letter, but he reads my tumblr sometimes so I guess it’s kind of open maybe?
I could tell the entire story of our relationship, because we do have a lot of history, but I don’t want to go through all of that right now. Most of our history has been kind of rocky and very emotionally hard, for me at least, and we just basically rehashed everything all week to each other while he was here. Basically, I just kind of realized things have never been the right time for us. Ever. When we met, he wasn’t emotionally available, then I moved to Minnesota, and by the time I came back he had moved away too. We both had kind of moved on to different people and different relationships over the past 4 years, but I feel like we’ve always had some sort of a connection since I met him. At least I’ve always felt it. We’ve reconnected and stayed friends multiple times throughout the last several years, but I hadn’t really seen him face to face since November of 2013, when I cheated on my psycho ex with him over Thanksgiving break from college (the incident prompted my psycho ex to nickname him G-Unit as using his actual name would be “too painful”, which we both thought was hilarious, hence his name in this post).
We had a blast this past week. To be honest, there wasn’t one moment or one thing that happened that I would change. We talked about a lot of things, things that I had never talked to anyone about ever. I felt so close to him, which is not something I was expecting. I forgot what that was like to feel that way, honestly I don’t know if I’ve ever felt that way before.
He taught me a lot of things this week. He made me remember how I deserve to be treated, unlike all the guys I’ve been with between my relationship with him ending and now. He showed me how good things can be and how happiness feels. To be honest, I haven’t felt happy in a long time, not happy like that. It was really nice.
There was a lot I wanted to say to him before he left but I was too afraid. I was afraid of what his reaction would be to how I was feeling, because he has a tendency to keep people at arms length emotionally and I didn’t want to get hurt. Also, I didn’t want to make things “weird” in his words, so I thought it’d be best to let him read what I was thinking on here.
G-Unit:
I love you. I’ve always loved you, and you have always been an amazing friend to me. I feel so comfortable when I’m around you. I feel like I can be myself around you and be honest with you and you make a really big difference in my life. I feel truly happy when I’m with you, and I love talking to you or even just being with you. You honestly mean so much to me, and I know now isn’t our time either but who knows what the future may hold for us. I know I never would’ve expected this last week to have happened a year ago, so we’ll see what may happen. However, if the right time never comes for us and we aren’t anything more than friends ever, I will say whoever does get to end up with you will be a really lucky girl. I know you told me not to wait for you, so I won’t, but it’ll be really hard to find another man who makes me feel the way that you do, and I’m not gonna settle for anything less than that ever again. You showed me that I’m worth more than that. I’m really going to miss you, and I want you to know that a piece of my heart will always be yours.
That’s all I got, I love you.
Perspective
My perspective on my rape has changed so many times over the past year and a half. I’ve gone from being ashamed, afraid, angry, to grateful. And I know that sounds crazy, but let me explain. I would NEVER be grateful for being raped. EVER. IN A MILLION YEARS. But, through my healing process, and through hearing stories of other rapes that have taken place on the news and from other rape survivors just in my own personal life, I realized my situation was lucky in a lot of ways.
First of all, I was unconscious for the entire thing. I used to feel really ashamed and stupid because I was drugged, but I am so grateful that what happened to me happened in a way that I have no memory of. I don’t have nightmares about it, I don’t see my rapist’s face when I close my eyes. I never had to endure that torture, because I was unconscious. When it first happened, this made me feel like I couldn’t press charges, because what would I say? Yeah, I was raped, I think. I actually don’t know what happened. It also made me really afraid and anxious not knowing exactly what went down that night. It made me angry. But the more I’ve thought about it, the more I realized if I had decided to press charges, I would’ve had a case regardless of what I remembered. I had Clonazepam (a known date rape drug) in my system at the hospital, as well as physical evidence and a rape kit (of course, gaining access to the rape kit would involve giving up my identity, but nevertheless, it existed). Even though I didn’t press charges at the time, it feels really empowering knowing that I had a lot of evidence and would’ve had a strong case even without my memory.
I also knew who was involved that night. While I’m pretty sure only one person was involved, it is possible that both of the people I was with were involved. Either way, I know both of these men are STD free, don’t use injectable drugs, I know where they work, who they hang out with, where they live, lots of stuff about them. At first, I didn’t want to know anything about them, in fact I deleted both of them from all of my social media accounts and ended up quitting my job where I worked with both of them. I wanted absolutely nothing to do with them. But after hearing the most heart breaking, terrifying stories from others who have survived rape, I’ve realized having that knowledge is power. I am so lucky to be able to securely say that I’m safe in terms of diseases or anything physical that they could have given me (aside from a possible pregnancy, that’s another story though). I know where they go, where they work, hang out, who they’re around so any time I’m back in Minnesota I don’t have to worry about running into them. I don’t have to be afraid. And that’s another thing I’m extremely grateful for, this incident happened away from my home, and aside from one of them actually dropping me off on my street the morning after it happened, they don’t know where I live when I’m in Minnesota, they certainly don’t know where I live in Arizona. Neither of them are able to contact me in any way over the phone, social media, they don’t know where I work, where I go to school, who I’m friends with, NOTHING. That’s another thing I was extremely lucky about: My rapist didn’t terrorize me after the fact because they had no means to. I don’t have to feel afraid of him walking up the stairs to my apartment at night, although the experience has made hyper aware of my surroundings and I feel a little wary being alone anywhere at night. But it’s comforting that he specifically will NEVER hurt me again, he will NEVER contact me again, he will NEVER find me again.
Sometimes rapists take a trophy from their victims to relive what happened, or for some other sick reason. The night I was raped my cell phone, credit card, and about $100 cash were stolen. That’s it. Nothing personal of mine in terms of a physical item was stolen, my phone was dead when I lost it, and canceled before anybody had a chance to use it. Even to this day, it still doesn’t come up on FindMyIPhone, nothing. It’s gone. My credit wasn’t used at all before I canceled it. While they walked with my $100 cash, I’m extremely lucky. They didn’t steal anything that would grant them access to my life, or anything that had true value to me. Even if they had tried to use my phone, it had a password. They couldn’t even get into it if they wanted to use it, couldn’t look at my pictures, read my messages, get on my social media, NOTHING. The didn’t take my drivers license to stalk me, they didn’t take an heirloom or expensive piece of jewelry that held meaning to me, or anything creepy like my underwear. They just robbed me of $100, which while that isn’t all they took from me that night, I’m lucky that those were the only items stolen from me.
From what I have pieced together, the coworker who’s house I was at was the one who called an ambulance for me and ultimately saved my life. I don’t know for sure that he wasn’t involved in the rape, although I don’t think that he was, in fact I think that he may have stopped it. In any event, after what happened to me I wasn’t just left to die. I was lucky that night that someone looked out for me and got me to a hospital, as I slipped into a coma at some point that night and probably would not have survived without having my stomach pumped and being on life support. I had physical injuries after the rape, but I had already been punched in the face that night, as well as had obtained injuries from IV’s and paramedics handling my lifeless body, so the bruising I had wasn’t extremely painful or anything. Aside from the obvious physical trauma caused by the rape and the drugs put in my system, I was lucky to have not obtained any worse injuries. I wasn’t stabbed, I wasn’t knocked out physically, I wasn’t beaten, and I’m lucky for that.
Ultimately, as horrific as my experience was, I was lucky with the way what happened to me happened. It has been so much worse for so many other women, and while I hate what happened to me, I am grateful that I have been able to survive. I’m grateful I didn’t die that night, and that I feel the sense of control over the situation that I do. I think it’s really a sign of me healing that I can frame the details of my rape in that way. And while the healing process is long, and typically never over, I will continue on my journey and continue to try to turn the negatives in my life into positives, to continue to try to learn from the things that have happened in my life, and to continue to try to grow and be a better person because of what I’ve been through.
deep, extremely personal things about me (pt. 1)
I’m extremely afraid of being rejected by my family, so there have been many things in my life that I had to let go of because it was easier to go along with what my family wanted than what would make me happy. Even if what they wanted went against everything I believe in, I was expected to go along with it. I think this is what’s made me so stubborn in other relationships with people and made it hard for me to compromise, because I’ve had to give up so much of myself to appease my family.
My dad has an extremely explosive temper, very Dr. Jekel and Mr. Hyde, sometimes we’d say something to him and he would be calm and not react, other times he would scream at us for hours. When those were his reactions, it was best to assume I was wrong and he was right. I’ve always resented that, because a lot of the time I was right, morally, literally, whatever the case was. More importantly, I’ve always felt he was always in the wrong for yelling at me like that, for saying some of the things he has to me throughout the years. My mom is kind of the same, not as bad and not as unpredictable usually, but I feel the same about her in those situations. They tried to make us feel like they were always right and we always had to be submissive to them when they said something, that we always had to listen to them, even if what they said was completely bigoted or wrong in my eyes (if I use we, I’m referring to myself and my brother, because they did the same to him). This has definitely translated to my personal life, I tend to be more submissive and I rarely stand up for myself.
I think deep down I feel like even if I stand up for myself that it won’t matter. That whatever I have to say isn’t as important, even if it is to me. Especially with people of authority, I usually get extremely bad anxiety about talking to my bosses or teachers, especially if I’m trying to stand up for myself or challenge them in any way. I’m not a huge fan of confrontation with anybody, but especially people who are in positions of power over me.
I have developed some really poor coping strategies to my anxiety because of the household I grew up in as well I think. When I get anxiety, one of two things typically happens (sometimes both): I’ll either start crying, or I’ll blow up on the person/situation/cause of my anxiety. My first response has been for most of my life to break down, that’s what I’ve pretty much been conditioned to do in feelings of anxiety. The reason my anxiety even started, in my opinion, is from these conflicts I would have with my parents; they typically didn’t stop yelling until I agreed with them and complied with whatever they were demanding and most of the time it ended with me in tears. Naturally, this is my go to response. However, the response I’ve been modeled my entire life is to get angry, to react to the situation violently and blow up verbally at whatever the situation is. I hate this response, because I feel myself doing the exact same thing that they have done to me my entire life. But, sometimes I feel like I can’t help it, it just boils over inside of me and comes out in the form of yelling and swearing and seeing red. The worst part is I tend to have this reaction with those closest to me, just like my parents have.
I’ve had a lot of problems with my parents over the years because of the way the react to situations that they don’t like, and because of this I don’t trust either of them. At all. With anything. And it sucks, because I genuinely really love my mom and I want to be able to trust her, but she’s said some things to me that I can never forgive her for. When she goes into a rage she takes the lowest blows possible. When I was 17 and my boyfriend at the time had broken up with me (probably for the 24027849 time), she told me in a fight that “he left you because he had sex with you and now you’re worthless to him”. To her 17 year old daughter, who was heartbroken over her first real, serious boyfriend (who I lost my virginity to). She didn’t know that one of the reasons he stated for breaking up with me was because I was bad in bed (to his defense, I pretended to have had sex with someone else before we got together and that I was experienced, which I wasn’t, so that’s honestly probably what he thought looking back, but that’s a story for a different day). Regardless, it was fucked up. I’ve never really forgiven her for that, and since then she’s said things similarly and even lower.
My dad on the other hand.. I just don’t really connect with him at all. Despite him and my mom being married and growing up living in the same house as him, he’s basically an absentee parent. All he ever could think about was the next time he’d get to escape for 2 months at a time to go back to Italy. He spent all his time working when I was growing up, so we never really had a relationship. He never attended a dance recital, band concert, cheer game, nothing. Not because he was busy, because he was uninterested. Everything in his life is about him. My mom tries to justify his behavior, acting as though we owe him something because “everything we have is because of him”. At the risk of sounding ungrateful, I don’t feel like he did any of the things he did for us. I just can’t see the thought running through his head that he was going to go out and work to afford braces for me and my brother, or cars, college, weddings, etc. I don’t see that being the picture in his head of what he cares about. I feel like he views all of those things as expenses, and he works the way that he does to ensure those expenses are paid for when he decides to run off and live the life he actually wants, in another country with none of us there. I don’t think he’s ever even thought about how that might have hurt me throughout the years. I don’t think he’s even ever missed me when he’s been gone, why would he, he doesn’t even know me. He usually complains that nobody ever calls him or reaches out to him while he’s away. It’s funny, because he was gone almost 2 months last September, and he only messaged me one time, on Facebook. I replied, no response. Didn’t speak to him again until he returned to the US.
The mentality that I owe him respect because he makes money and provides for us has been really damaging throughout the years. It put me in a mindset that if someone buys you things or gives you a gift of monetary value that you owe them something. I had this mentality when I dated Tristan (my psycho ex-story coming soon). Had I been raised to think that love, respect, and gratitude is given to those who talk to you about your day, support you when you do something, and genuinely cared about you and what you are interested in and not that it’s owed to those who pay your way and buy you stuff, probably wouldn’t have stayed in that relationship as long as I did.
My parent’s marriage isn’t a healthy example for me either, and maybe that’s contributed to my ridiculously horrifying dating past. They fight constantly, it’s been loveless for a long time. They’ve fought so terribly (always verbally, never physically that I’m aware of, not that it makes it better) that me and my brother, even as little children, used to BEG my mom to leave him. Her response was always that she couldn’t leave him, that she wouldn’t do that to him after all this time. That’s been a really negative example in my life. Although I am an extremely loyal person to those who are good to me, which is a quality I admire about myself, I tend to be loyal to people who aren’t good to me either. I give people who are toxic and destructive in my life chance, after chance, after chance, because that’s what I saw my mom do with my dad. No matter what mean things someone says or does to me, I tend to overlook it and allow them back into my life with an “I’m sorry”. It’s pathetic.
My family is extremely dysfunctional, I think everyone’s family is to an extent. Things haven’t been all bad always, but there is a decent amount of negativity and pain that stems directly from my parents. There are a lot of things about me that are the way they are because of my upbringing and because of the way my parents are.