May I whine a bit?
I've had a rough year or so, and I've packed on weight as a result of stress. I've gone from a 10 to a 14/16 and I'm relatively miserable; subjecting myself to regular sessions of self loathing. Coupled with this, I've been dealing with near harassment at work because of my leave balances at work, and I just found out today that prior to being counseled for various issues, a boss of mine called everyone out of the unit individually and interviewed them privately....about ME! Several of my family members have been very sick, including my daughter who recently has showed signs of becoming a "cutter" (shudder) and it's all mounted up on me at one time, but no one at work seems to have a bit of compassion for me at all, yet the boss is completely supportive of a coworker that sleeps at his desk because "he works on a farm and has a long drive to work". The whole situation has left me very hurt, and very p!ssssssssssed off.
So tonight, I started out for a simple walk at the park but realized it was too late - park would be dark soon. So, I decided to go to my parent's house instead.
Why? Why do I subject myself to them?
It seemed totally innocent, but my mother cannot pass up an opportunity to say something about my body. (Let's not even touch on the fact that she wasn't interested in anything I had to say, and was giving me judgmental looks during my conversation and then talking over me with a completely different subject.) I swear I could look like Cathe and she'd have some negative crap to bestow upon me; my eyelids would be too droopy or my hair wouldn't be right. Tonight she just subtly dropped that my little sister was bringing a bunch of clothes out for alterations because they were "falling off of her". This does not make me jealous in the least of my sister, because I know she's a drug user, and that is what makes her thin. But Mom was saying it to hurt me, or to gently say "you're fat." She is such a b!tch! Why can't she just love me?
I feel so freaking alone in the world that it's not even funny, and my own parents can't spend 30 minutes with me without hurting me.
WHEN WILL I LEARN?????
x( ;(
I've had a rough year or so, and I've packed on weight as a result of stress. I've gone from a 10 to a 14/16 and I'm relatively miserable; subjecting myself to regular sessions of self loathing. Coupled with this, I've been dealing with near harassment at work because of my leave balances at work, and I just found out today that prior to being counseled for various issues, a boss of mine called everyone out of the unit individually and interviewed them privately....about ME! Several of my family members have been very sick, including my daughter who recently has showed signs of becoming a "cutter" (shudder) and it's all mounted up on me at one time, but no one at work seems to have a bit of compassion for me at all, yet the boss is completely supportive of a coworker that sleeps at his desk because "he works on a farm and has a long drive to work". The whole situation has left me very hurt, and very p!ssssssssssed off.
So tonight, I started out for a simple walk at the park but realized it was too late - park would be dark soon. So, I decided to go to my parent's house instead.
Why? Why do I subject myself to them?
It seemed totally innocent, but my mother cannot pass up an opportunity to say something about my body. (Let's not even touch on the fact that she wasn't interested in anything I had to say, and was giving me judgmental looks during my conversation and then talking over me with a completely different subject.) I swear I could look like Cathe and she'd have some negative crap to bestow upon me; my eyelids would be too droopy or my hair wouldn't be right. Tonight she just subtly dropped that my little sister was bringing a bunch of clothes out for alterations because they were "falling off of her". This does not make me jealous in the least of my sister, because I know she's a drug user, and that is what makes her thin. But Mom was saying it to hurt me, or to gently say "you're fat." She is such a b!tch! Why can't she just love me?
I feel so freaking alone in the world that it's not even funny, and my own parents can't spend 30 minutes with me without hurting me.
WHEN WILL I LEARN?????
x( ;(