This entry is slightly different from my usual. I typically keep the tempo upbeat and humorous, even in adverse situations. However, today I am feeling the wrath of my uterus. I also feel compelled to share a little of my background, and shed light on just how MUCH laughter has gotten me through.
It all started when I was about 9 years old… I began to notice that my single mother was not at home as much as my friends’ parents. She worked from 6am -3pm , Monday through Friday. But from 4pm on, she was also absent. My mom was a “social butterfly”. Scraping the sugar coating off… My mother was hitting a mid-life crisis that ultimately resulted in her alcoholism, through current day.
I will share anecdotes about that situation, at a later date. I have mentioned my mother’s chemical dependency at this time, because I honestly believe THAT is where it all began. My feelings of inadequacy. My never ending failure to be enough. Why does mom feel the need to be with “those” people, all the time? Why does she feel like she has to drink all the time? Am I not fun enough?
Fast forward to the late 90’s, when I began dating, and having children. I was 16 years old when I got involved with a 20 year old man. The man that ultimately wound up giving me 4 sons. At the time I did not realize that our beautiful sons came as a package deal, with the multitude of other children he was fathering. Not to mention the domestic abuse.
The father of my children is not the only man that I have had issues with. Later in life got involved with another man. For 5 years, I let him be a part of my life, my world… my sons. Just to find out that he had also been living a double life, with at least one other woman. We tried to reconcile after that situation came to light, but there were obvious lingering trust issues. A year later, the relationship took a domestic abuse turn. And, I am left to wonder… Why do they feel the need to be with all these other women, at the same time as me? Why do they snap and put their hands on me? Am I not woman enough?
Moving forward to current day, and the reasons I am drudging up all of these feelers… 97% of everything I do in life, is for my sons. As children, they do not see that. And, that is fine. I am not looking for some grand recognition. I am not even looking for a thanks, at this time of their lives. I am, however, heartbroken by the requests my oldest son had, last night.
Yesterday, spring finally sprung, in this Indiana town. Just 2 weeks ago the kids were off school because of snow. But yesterday, the temperature hit 70 degrees! What better way to celebrate, than having a cook out?! So, I left work and went straight to the butcher shop. Afterwards I headed home to light my little charcoal grill, and proceed to cook chicken legs, burgers, bratwurst, bacon and steaks; all while my four sons and a few neighborhood boys played in our yard. It wasn’t long before my oldest son approached me, asking if the man I am dating could come over for dinner. Mind you, my sons have yet to meet this gentleman. They simply know that I am dating someone. His presence was not an option, at that time. Next, my oldest asked if their dad could come over for dinner. I should specify, that this is not as uncommon as most would believe. Their father and I have formed a friendship over the past half decade; completely plutonic, and honestly great for our sons. He has recently started a new, physically demanding job. Meaning his presence was not an option either. Last, but not least, my oldest son asked if my ex, mentioned above, could come over for dinner. That was pretty much the straw that broke the camels back, and my heart. Why does he feel the need to have a man around so bad, that he would request the presence of someone that has blatantly disregarded their feelings, and more recently, their entire existence?
In the midst of cooking out, playing around with my 4 sons and their little friends, joking around with, and feeding all of them…
WHY AM I NOT ENOUGH?