well, i am home, but my body is still not in the right time zone. my parents still live in the house they moved into when i was two years old. i grew up in that house, with both of my parents. Going to visit them as an adult and as a parent is stressfull. it was an eye opening trip as well. i see their behaviors, and understand the root of mine. i see how they speak to eachother, their double standards, their way of life. because i am not around them all the time, they have changed and i have not been around for the evolution, just the snapshots. and they drive me crazy. my sister lives in the same town and i have no idea how they have not driven her insane. then again, she drives me crazy too. LOL
they all do things that just seem to defy any logic. my parents are packrats. their house is so cluttered that i don’t know how they live there, i wouldn’t even begin to know where to start if i were to have to clean that house up. my sister’s is no where near as bad, but i see the same tendensies (this is probably why her husband has the habit of randomly taking loads to the dump and not telling her, though this means he throws out all kinds of stuff she ends up having to replace). i don’t and cannot understand the way they live.
my father doesn’t speak nicely to my mother, but will not tolerate it if he doesn’t like her tone of voice. there is no hitting, very little fighting, but i found it confusing. he wants to organize everyone around him, but his house is chaos.
i am not explaining how i feel very well, i have thought of little else since i came home. but i hope i can keep the lessons i learned.
i need to watch how i speak to TH, tone of voice is very important and it is something i really need to watch.
i need to continue working on my patience
i need to think about my family and their feelings more than i do
i am a strong person and i don’t need to become my parents. there are parts of them i like, but i need to let go of the parts i don’t like.
the commended me on how helpful i was, how good at cleaning up, how easy i was to be around. they don’t know that being helpful makes me angry. i shouldn’t have to clean up after them, for them. i spent an hour cleaning their bathroom because my cousin was coming to visit and i was embarassed. then my mother critized the job i did because i left some mystery powder on the baseboard. i had to make her clean up. they have a split level house. it took half a day to clean just the part people see when they walk in the door and come and sit down and they didn’t really clean. piles were moved from one part of the house to another. no one knows where to put stuff, things have no place. and i tried to let it go. they do things that defy logic and i tried to let it go. i cleaned up after them and didn’t say anything. i took my sister’s kids for the day, but because she didn’t plan ahead i didn’t have enough car seats for our plans and she didn’t care, i told her not to talk to me about it because i was upset. i let it go.
turns out i didnt’ let it go.. i am internalizing.. i am swallowing it..
my parents aren’t people you can talk to, they lie to themselves better than to anyone else. they get angry, defensive, it is your fault, not theirs. it isn’t worth the fight it would start.
there was fun, there were good times. i have to make sure the anger doesn’t swallow them up.