Monday, August 15, 2022

Step Mom: The B Team

Being a step mom is tough.  I married a man who had two boys.  One was 20 and one was 17 when we got married.  Neither one of them was excited about their dad getting remarried.  They weren't opposed to me, just to him getting married.

We've been married more than a year now and it has been great.  The youngest son decided to live with us about 99% of the time after he turned 18 and we have loved it.  He isn't demonstrative and he doesn't interact much with me, but I know that he loves me and I have loved having him in the house.

We've really become a family and he even used the word "family" the other day to describe all of us.  I love it.  He's around; I do his laundry and buy his food and tell him good night every night.  He's one of my kids and I'm so grateful.  

But today he is getting his wisdom teeth out and his mom swooped in for the occasion.  It really isn't a big deal, but wisdom teeth day is such a fun day (for the mom) when they come out of surgery as high as a kite and saying all kinds of funny things and I'm missing it.  I don't get to laugh at the funny.  I don't get to see the chipmunk cheeks.  I don't get to spoil him when he needs soup or jello and I'm so sad.  I love it that I get the daily grind, but I hate it that I don't get the highlights.

I got to move him into college this past weekend, but I didn't get to go shopping with him for all of the little things because his mom did.  I didn't get to fill his fridge or get the random cleaning supplies or help him decorate his room.  But his empty room here at the house is screaming at me that he's away now and I hate it.

I am thankful that he has a mom who loves him.  I am thankful that, even though he would rather be with us, he still lets his mom be a mom for those "fun" times.  I really am.  But the selfish parts of me wants the wisdom teeth and school shopping times, too.  I know my place as the B team and I'm so very grateful that he loves me enough for me to even get to be on the team.  But it is so hard loving a kid as you own and then having to share him with another.

Monday, August 8, 2022

Withholding: Intentional or Self-Preservation?

I have an adopted daughter.  She is 15 years old and she breaks my heart almost every day.  At summer camp she gets the friendship award and her counselors talk about how joyful and kind she is, her best friend's mom delights in the laughter that rings throughout her home when my daughter is there, her dance teachers rave about her leadership skills and her school teachers commiserate about how she talks and giggles with her friends too much in class.  This is not the girl I know and it breaks my heart.

I've had a 15 year old daughter before, so I know the deal.  I know that moms aren't the coolest at that age and I know that it isn't easy, but this is different. . . .

If looks of disdain and ungratefulness and the silent treatment could kill a person, I'd die a hundred deaths a day. . . . and the unique thing is that only those people in her life who will never abandon her are the ones who know this girl.  She was abandoned as an infant and was then "abandoned" again at the age of six months when I adopted her and she lost the connection she had with her care givers at the sweet little orphanage where she lived.  Her (adoptive) dad basically abandoned her several years ago.  And then her oldest brother went to college and then got married and her older sister left for college.  She's had some pretty significant attachments sever and my heart breaks for her, but the way her little guardian is choosing to protect her by being so unkind to the select few of us who love her is nearly more than I can take every single day.

The worst part for me is that I know all of this: I know she's been abandoned and hurt and I know that she is protecting herself on a level that she doesn't really have control of, but it still slays my soul every single day. I physically feel my heart breaking when she looks at me for the 100-zillionth time like I'm an idiot or when I do something for her and it goes (seemingly) unnoticed or when I try to ask her something about her life and I'm treated like the enemy or when her smile and laughter and joy is hidden from me.  The withholding of kindness and gratitude and relationship would be evil in the way it is used against me if she were doing it intentionally, but I don't think that she truly is.  Or maybe I just hope that she isn't doing it intentionally.  I don't know.  But it hurts, physically hurts, so deeply and the tears are ever present. . . . 

According to the Mend Project (a non profit dealing with emotional abuse), withholding is the most toxic form of emotional abuse.  The Mend Project asks, "Is there someone in your life who treats you as if you aren’t a valuable person, who often ignores what you say and doesn’t engage with you in what seems like a normal manner? Or maybe someone close to you has given you the silent treatment or held back any emotional reaction or connection?"  YES!  My daughter!  "Withholding makes the victim feel as if they are isolated, ignored or do not have control over their own lives. One of the reasons it’s so damaging is because the victim cannot do anything to stop it. . . . You cannot force authenticity out of someone; that’s a personal choice. To a victim who feels trapped in a circumstance or relationship with someone who withholds, every instance of abuse sends the message, “You don’t deserve to be treated well.”  Am I a victim in an emotionally abusive relationship with my daughter where she is the abuser?  That seems so absurd!!  Am I fooling myself thinking that the way she is treating me is subconscious self preservation due to her trauma or is she intentionally treating me this way?

Elsewhere I've read, "withholders deliberately dim your light by starving you of what you need… They feed off your anxiety and pain. It makes them feel powerful. By withholding from you they feel they are keeping more for themselves. More power, more authority, more control. Narcissists in particular are withholders. They deliberately hold back an emotional reaction or connection and get a thrill when they feel you wanting more. The narcissist will make a point of withholding something that they know you really, really want. Whether it’s a compliment, sexual intimacy, an engagement ring, a gift or quality time together, they withhold as a form of control."  My ex-husband is this person to the letter, so I am very familiar with the narcissist withholding as power, but again, this leaves me with the same questions, is she an evil narcissist trying to hurt me and control me or is she a hurting child only trying to protect herself and not realizing the pain she is causing?  I want to believe that it is just the way she is protecting herself.  But how can I help her?  When will it stop?

I love her so much and I work so hard at relationship with her.  But she hurts me so often that when she is away, it is such a relief.

I don't know what it is going to take for her to want a relationship with me and to be kind to me.  And on the other hand, I don't know what it is going to take for me not to hurt so much when she is so dismissive of me.  Apathy would be so much easier with her, but apathy is the exact opposite of love and I just love her so much, so I'm stuck in the painful place between hope and reality.

Friday, July 1, 2022

The Castle Is My Safe Place


I was raised in a fishbowl and, to some extent, I still live in that same fishbowl.  I have always felt like I've never had a "castle" to hide in (inside the fishbowl).  I've lived my entire life being who I need to be so that I don't hurt the reputation of my family.  For the most part, it doesn't bother me because I like who I am and I like living up to the standards expected of my family, but sometimes, I'd love to have a "castle" to run to so that I can be me and everything looking into the fishbowl can't peer in and judge. . . . 

So this blog is going to be my castle.  Life has been messy as well as beautiful.  The beautiful is no secret, but the messy has been so candy coated to protect all individuals involved and I have been desperate for an outlet.  Growing up was wonderful, but messy; leaving me with baggage.  My first marriage was a total disaster leaving me with even more bagging and having absolutely no outlet for my true experience or feelings because I still want to protect the reputation of my ex.  Parenting has been a roller coaster of brilliant mom moments and unimaginable mom fails, but I've wanted to protect my children and the reputation of the fishbowl, so I haven't written about it.

It just dawned on me that The Fishbowl is what I am going to call my family and the reputation of my family and the family business from here on out when referring to them/it in this blog.

I won't be bashing anyone in this blog.  That is not my intent.  But I am going to live life in this blog.  I'm going to talk about messy relationships and parenting failures and funny moments and days I'm in awe of the blessings that overflow in my life, but I'm going to talk about it with a new freeness only found inside of my castle.

So welcome to The Castle In The Fishbowl.  Sit back, relax and hopefully you'll laugh, maybe you'll cray and prayerfully you'll find parts of my life that you can relate to and hopefully in that space we can help one another grow towards who we are to become.

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