I want to start by saying I know in the depths of my soul everything will work out how it’s meant to. I know everything will be okay but my heart hurts, my brain is tired, and my body hates me right now.
I made a check in post not too long ago. I was already really stressed…. More stressed than I let on. When I made that last post I was covered in stress hives and felt like if I even let my brain turn all the way on I was gonna fall apart. Here is the larger picture of everything that’s happened.
I was wrongfully terminated last summer. I made it by and it was okay. In October I started a new job. It is quite literally my dream job. I’m making more money than I’ve ever made doing what I love (art/graphic design) for an awesome company. But, the work load is a lot and it was a big adjustment.
Well around this time I was also dealing with some insane stuff in our apartment. We are actually working with an attorney now as there were several laws broken including ADA laws. Eventually they were forced to let us out of our lease due to a really massive violation (while we are pursuing I can’t actually give more detail on it) BUT that put us moving 3 days before Christmas which was stressful enough on its own.
Then 2 days before we moved my grandma passed away. I was and still am dealing with a lot of guilt. My father (her son) is a narcissist. He constantly lies for attention, he constantly manipulates everyone around him, he abused me in a variety of ways my entire life. But, his family hates him so much that they all just kept their distance. Including from me. He also convinced me they didn’t want anything to do with me and they were bad people. Claimed they abused him. My grandma always kept in touch with me. I should have made more time for her but there were parts of my childhood and conversations I was avoiding. My dad called me on the 19th and said “your uncle called me last night and said grandma was in hospice she has had cancer and it spread to her brain and was in her final hours so I believe she’s already dead” I asked if he was okay and his response was “yep. We didn’t have a good relationship. I always tried to make sure you had a relationship with them though. So I thought you’d want to know” that last part isn’t true. He spent years doing the opposite of that. But I spent all morning making calls to the people I knew how to reach thinking she was gone and I didn’t get to say goodbye. My grandpa finally called me back. I haven’t spoken to him directly in 15 years. We talked and he told me she wasn’t cognitive but still here and told me I could come say goodbye I spent hours talking with my grandpa (my dads step dad) and my uncle (his brother) I realized that my dad was as abusive to everyone else as he was me. We all shared secrets and traumas he caused that we thought we would take to the grave. So while I feel guilty for missing so much time with my grandma it felt like she left one final gift for us she brought us back together. It’s been really rough to process.
Following this my fiancé and I woke up Christmas day with the worst flu I’ve ever experienced. My fiancé almost died. He has no immune system due to chemo and had a 103 degree fever. He was completely delusional and pale. It was horrifying. I then wound up in the same position.
All of this while surrounded by chaos in our still packed house, barely able to function, grieving and still working from home. Something in me just……absolutely broke. I thought about drinking for hours. I’m honestly a little glad I was too sick to even walk.
My grandma’s funeral was yesterday. It was a beautiful service. My dad couldn’t have cared less. I did notice every time he called or texted his newest wife was with him. After almost 3 decades of watching him work I knew……… he was keeping the illusion. If he broke down now he’d have to admit that his mom was never abusive and he’d made it all up for attention. When I talked to my mom and step mom (my dad’s 3rd wife) they both separately said the exact same thing.
I’m currently very low contact with my dad and his wife. I just can’t handle it right now. But (especially after reliving some of the horrific things he has done) I don’t know how I’m supposed to continue having him in my life. I don’t know how I’m supposed to continue watching him lie to my face and use everyone around him.
I made a therapy appointment but….. like I said my heart really hurts.