Last night Neil and I snuggled up on the sofa to watch a movie over a left over dinner. We had both worked late and were tired. We wanted to just relax and not think. My sweet hubby picked out the movie and we had our relaxing evening ahead to enjoy.
Anyways, about half way through the movie our cat pisses on a pile of clothes on our loveseat. His litter box is clean, but for some reason he likes to piss on clothes. Yes, the lesson Andi needs to learn is pick up the laundry and don’t let it lie around. But unfortunately I didn’t do that. And I lost it last night. I screamed and yelled for about 10 minutes straight. I yelled at the cat for pissing. I yelled at Neil for not doing something about it. I yelled at our other pets for getting in the way while I tried to clean up the mess. I was slamming doors as I put the cat in a pet carrier and washing the loveseat cushion covers and then finally mentally and emotionally shutting down in a pile on the sofa.
It is so embarrassing for me to lose my temper. I hate it. What I remember most about my father is his red rages…most of which he couldn’t remember later. He once asked me how I got scabs and welts on my legs. He had forgotten about beating me the previous day because I hadn’t taken the trash out in his office. Today, my parents deny ever having beaten me or my brothers. And last night screaming at Neil and our cat really bothered me. I’ve been in tears all morning. It made me wonder how good of a wife I’ll ever be. I’ve already failed one of these marriage things, what are the chances I’ll do it again? You know those people that fail marriage after marriage after marriage and are married six/seven times. Ugh. I'll shoot myself before I do that. It made me wonder how capable of parenting I am. I would rather NOT have children than be a parent anything like my father.
What is surprising to me is the amount of resentment I have today towards my parents and the Borg. It is because of them that I will always question my every emotion, whether it be positive or especially negative. I am angry at them for not having the guts to be their own people. I am angry at them for raising me in an abusive home. I am angry at them for raising me in a cult. I am angry at them for not accepting me as I am. I am angry at them for not loving me as a parent is SUPPOSED to love their child. I am angry at their shunning. I am angry that I am still hurting over abuse from 20 years ago. I am angry that I still have to deal with the old “tapes” that roll in my head. You know…the ones that say:
“You’re never going to amount to anything”
“You’re not worth of love”
“You don’t deserve to be happy”
“You will be just like your folks”
“Nobody wants you in their life”
“Don’t dare have children”
“God doesn’t love you”
It’s been almost 14 years since my exit. And I am realizing although the pain lessens…it will never go away. It’s like a war veteran that has lost his leg – the phantom pains of the missing leg are as bad as if the wound were truly there. And at times the pain flares up so badly and unexpectedly.
Sometimes the depth of my anger scares me…even if I seldom express it. I worry about what it will do to my husband. Will he regret marrying me? I worry about how it will affect my marriage. Will it break us up? I worry about how it will affect our future children. Will I be my father? I worry about how it will affect my health. I worry about others thinking I’m psycho. On an on and on…
I know my cat pissing on our clothes and loveseat is trivial. But the issue I struggle with is how I’m handling it. Not very good. I’m ready to give my favorite cat away because our loveseat and laundry is ruined. How can something this little bring up so much crap from deep within?
*shaking head*
I guess I just need to vent. Thank you for listening. I’m sorry to sound so crazy over something so small. May I add that the ironic humor behind this is the movie we were watching was "Anger Management" with Adam Sandler and Jack Nicholson? I'd like to laugh about it, but the tears insist on their presence this morning.
Andi