I just don't want to do this anymore. Any of it.
The constant exhaustion. The loneliness. The single working mom dance. The flood of decisions that death still demands. The home repairs and car repairs that wait for my attention. The bills that have to be paid. The dating rejection. The 4 year old temper tantrums. The Christmas planning. The day that ends before I even noticed it began. The emptiness. The tears.
I didn't sign up for this. I signed up for the photos I see on Facebook of the families in front of Christmas trees. For the life partner who knows what I'm going to say before I even say it. For someone to help me shop and wrap and celebrate with my son...with OUR son.
I didn't sign up for cancer and I'm fucking pissed. It's been three years since Joe died and for the last two weeks it feels like everything has been triggering about what Domani and I are missing. The benefits notice I got from HR that still had me marked as "married" with the "event" date being the day Joe died. The constant stream of birth and pregnancy announcements accompanied by an unexpected return to the spot where Joe and I went for prenatal classes. The Thanksgiving photo of Joe's siblings and his Dad and the emptiness that filled me as I watched it being taken.
Everything about this feels unfair and some days I just don't want to do any of it anymore.
Some days I think that someone else could do it better - this single mom organizing for justice thing.
Some days I think that someone else could do it better - this maintaining a household thing.
Some days I think that someone else could do it better - this raising OUR son thing.
Some days I hit rock bottom and cry a lot. Some days I even throw things or find something to punch.
Today, I did all of those things and still didn't know how I would dig out.
And then OUR son grabbed a wrapping paper tube and put it in the pocket of his sweatpants like it was a light saber. He told me he was ready to fight the bad guys.
If he can be ready to fight, then I can find the courage too.
Some days I think that God has this little guy in my life to remind me to keep pushing on.
Newsflash... I wasn't magically better after the wrapping paper tube as light saber incident, but it gave me the courage to share what I needed to with a friend who called when he said he would.
Some days that's all we need to make it through to the morning sun.
(( HUGS ))ReplyDelete
Your virtual hugs are always the best. Thank you, my friend!Delete
You're probably doing it all better than most people could. Hang in there... Domani is almost a Jedi. The force will be on your side! That is a great pic of Domani... you are doing a great job! :-)ReplyDelete
I love thinking of Domani as a Jedi, especially with the new movie on the horizon. Thanks for such a nice comment...hope you are doing well.Delete
We've learned together, through GriefShare, that we're not alone in this journey. There are no adequate words, but you've done a fantastic job articulating what it's like for you. Keep the FaithReplyDelete
Thanks for checking in here, Gerry and for always being an encourager to others. So very happy for you and Joanie and wishing you all the best!Delete
You can call me anytime when you need a shoulder...ReplyDelete
Hello my friend,ReplyDelete
A large and fraternal hug to you and to this beautiful and brave boy.
You are a special person. Maybe that's why you have special challenges.
To face difficulties imposed by life, life itself gives us good anchors and things that embraced to follow.
Wish you and your beautiful son are well.
Your Brazilian friend,