Just a phase

Jerome’s comment on the possibility of my being pregnant as being the explanation for the slowdown in my creativity was very amusing.  =)  I think it just happens when it happens, and there are times when I am in exactly the reverse state – that is, I cannot stop writing.

 

It’s just a phase brought on by certain events in my everyday life which I can see, and I hope, is coming to pass.

 

I’m on the express bus again – and with Alan still at work, I can write and type away here.  By the time I get home I will have to get busy cooking.  Fortunately it’s a dry commute home – no rain, but the sun is setting earlier and earlier as fall approaches.  By winter, it will be pitch black by 5PM. 

 

Manhattan is brimming with tourists.  Good for business.  Alan’s hotel was sold out over the Labor Day weekend, so we weren’t able to get a room as we were planning to just to do something different as we planned to go museum hopping.  We didn’t get to do that but it was a good family weekend after all – at least for Alan, Angel and me. 

 

I’ve long learned to temper my expectations with pragmatism.  I don’t fret when things don’t happen as I would’ve wanted them to.  I guess with age, I have mellowed down and learned that there are more things beyond my control than there are that are within my grasp.  As Alan would say, it’s important that one learns to go with the flow.

 

I’ve been trying, but I haven’t always been successful.  Sometimes you just can’t resist on insisting on what you want, instead of conforming to what is taking place.  I just don’t resist too much anymore.  I’ve learned that sometimes it pays to just let go – even if only for the moment – and fight the battle another day.

 

It’s a touchy situation at home as the stepson doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.  School has started and he’s definitely staying with us.  It is bad enough to be in the same house with someone you aren’t on speaking terms with, but it’s worse when you have a freeloader bumming around not helping at all.

 

I’m sure those of you whose Moms live with you will be able to relate with my resentment of the fact that my Mom does so many chores with no effort at all from the stepson at helping out. He only washes his dish and glass, and sometimes even forgets to do so.  His Lola, my mother-in-law, is constantly picking up after him – which, in a sense, is very frustrating for me because he has become all the more lackadaisical and unmoving knowing his Lola is there..

 

This is really a battle I’d rather not fight but I am appalled at his nonchalance about his shortcomings and lack of interest in coexisting with the members of our household.  I am resentful of the way he treats his Dad which says a lot about the way he treats me.  And I keep hearing an echo in my head of him telling me in our last argument that I am his only problem in this house.  Amen.

 

(This is the reason I have not written about this – I start getting too emotional about it.. and it cannot be helped because it IS an emotional issue.)  It’s an issue that Alan and I are trying to deal with, and it’s quite a struggle.  It gets to be very frustrating when I find myself boxed in and I cannot do anything about the situation.  And then it just turns me numb.

 

I am only human and I succumb to the sin of selfishness, I must admit.  I want a home were there is minimal strife.  I want the father of my son to be respected and loved because he deserves it.  I want to be respected in my own home.  I don’t want my son to see any of this negativity as he grows up.  But it is not all that simple, it is not all that easy.

0 thoughts on “Just a phase

  1. Your stepson is causing your depression. It’s hard to cohabit with someone who is bent on making your life difficult. How about trying some reverse psychology kaya but I’m sure you’ve already tried that.

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  2. Dinna

    Ladybug, at this point, I have accepted the fact that his changing or becoming a better person is totally beyond my control. I am just trying to keep my composure in the face of it all. His father and I realize that in the end, he will learn his lesson — we only hope, like you do, that it’s not too late.

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  3. Dinna

    Lou, around 4 years ago, I went to a therapist to talk about how I was feeling about the whole thing. And at that point, he wasn’t even living with us yet. I had thought I could conquer this because I’m great with children.. I’m one of the favorite titas of my girlfriends who have kids. Sadly, I failed with the child who mattered to the one who matters the most to me. We’ve done reverse psychology, we’ve tried rewarding good behavior, we’ve even backtracked from scolding to plain conversation. Nada. I just have to work on my own because I don’t think I’m going to succeed in accomplishing anything on his end.

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  4. Marilyn

    Dinna, Went through the same thing as you are going through. Eventually time passes, he will grow up and maybe in his own choosing you will not have to him again. I have been liberated for 2 yrs. now. Not much to do but to count the days. I don’t think anything will change him and you simply cannot get through to someone who is trying not to be reached by you. It is hard to have him there and much harder to think that he and your son share 1/2 of the same blood in their veins. But for Angel’s sake say nothing, you’ll never know how things will pan out in the future.

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  5. Dinna

    Marilyn, you said it.. Alan keeps trying to assure me that he turns 18 in a year and a half.. I don’t want to pin my hopes on that but it is a very big possibility that he will move out on his own when he’s 18 if only to be “free”.. And as for the future, it’s difficult not to think about how it would be if things continue to be like this — I worry my son will have to take care of his older brother instead of his older brother taking care of him when they are both adults..

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