I need to vent because I feel like I'm going to explode. Please bear with me while I 'try' to describe what is going on.
In less than two weeks my baby graduates high school. Today she had her grad pics done. Absolutely beautiful - and when I get them scanned, I'll be posting them. I'm so very proud of her. I nicknamed her 'Sunshine' when she was a baby because her smile lit up the room. It has only become brighter. My doctor thinks I am beginning to suffer Empty Nest Syndrome - but I don't believe that is right. Shelene is not moving away anytime soon. She is going to apply for Nursing school.
I am broke. Since I am off work due to an injured arm, I am on welfare. I hate it. It's impossible to live on it. I get enough to pay my rent and buy bus tickets for the month. Both the doctor and physiotherapist would rather I not work until my shoulder is stronger. So I'm applying for school. This is all moot. Bottom line - I don't have anything to give my daughter for one of the most important milestones in her life.
It is because of my efforts that her father is in the picture today. I didn't go the vindictive route. He was planning on moving out of province and I talked him out of it. Now, he and the girls are very close, and I am sincerely happy for that. He paid for Shelene's grad pics; Beth paid for her shoes, and my mom bought her dress. I feel very left out. I"m ashamed of myself, and even though I know that I am not working for a reason - it doesn't stop this feeling. I feel humiliated.
Yes, I have clothed and fed them, been there for serious emotional troubles and physical emergencies. I put alot of work into my girls to make sure they never had to feel like I do. My work has paid off. They have voices; they speak their minds; they have confidence; they have each other. Am I down because I am witnessing what could have been for me? The fact that I came from hell and was able to break many vicious cycles, proves that those around me when I was growing up could have done the same. Their father is finally involved and my father hates me - wishes I was dead. Quite the contrast.
What's wrong with me? Am I jealous of them - that they have each other, that they have a father, and jobs that make people proud? My mother is coming up soon, and she is always adding jabs. I feel quite vunerable to them at this time. I suffer alot of sickness emotionally and physically because of my upbringing. She says to just get over it.
Maybe in some ways I feel very left behind. When I took my EMT course and worked on the ambulance, I felt very alive. The girls deemed me someone important, and mom bragged. What's to brag about 'mom' these days! She's on welfare. I'm a quiet humilation in the family. I wouldn't change the fact that I put my girls first these last five years in a major way. Drugs, boyfriends, police etc - I was there, and as a result, they are doing well now. Society doesn't value that though. (not that I'd change a thing) I feel so deeply sad. At this very special time - WHY?!
Your thoughts would be most welcome. Cos I feel like running away and shutting off. I don't know what's being triggered in me - or why. There's just a mix of anger, sadness and joy.
Mimilly