The Rock is Love: Family Issues

When 4 adults have to live 24/7 under the same roof...

Monday, May 22, 2006

The Perfectionists Prayer (Part IV)

Dear God,

I know now that You, the King of the Universe, are in and above all things, which You control completely. You are in control of everything I think is "good" or is "bad" and You use everything that happens to Your Glory and Advantage, which is really to my advantage. I have no power, no control, over anything in my life now. You will take care of everything and I need not worry. I need only to Trust You to take care of me, my life, and those around me and their lives.

Thank You for showing me how to forgive the arrogant, the rude, the annoying, the selfish, the prideful, the hurtful... I want to see beyond their walls and reach their hearts, but more than that, thank you for showing me that I need to leave them in Your capable Hands and just not worry about them anymore.

Thank You for seeing beyond my walls, reaching my heart with yours, and for forgiving me for all these things too. Thank You for taking my shame, blame, fear, and self-loathing. Thank You for Freeing me so that I can fly on Your Wings, in Your Heart, with Your Love to keep me going!

You ARE everything. I am nothing, yet to You, I mean everything.

Amen.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

What I Like About...

May 10, 2006

Oh, stars, PLEASE tell me you didn't think this was some ode to that set of pamphlets you can find at the ABC, or the iiw series that was broadcasted about 25 years ago! But alas, if you did, I can only disapoint you...

I've decided that, in my desperate attempt to actually LEARN to LOVE my parents, who just honestly don't seem to care much for me as a person (they don't want me here anymore, excepting to pay them rent when I have a job, and to fix their PC when they bust it), I'm going to here make lists of things I like about each of them. Perhaps that's not the best way to start, but um, since no one has offered up any better suggestions, then I suppose this will have to do. I had once thought of buying mom some little trinket or something, but that didn't pan out, and it would have been fake anyway. It would not have shown her anything good about herself as a person. So, though I have no intention of ever showing either of them this blog (that's the only way I can be really honest about things with the rest of you, because they would find multiple ways of punishing me just for telling my friends the TRUTH about what I'm going through), I am going to attempt to tell you all good things about both mom and dad.

Mom
  1. Is very dedicated to the things she's interested in
  2. Plays with Jeff once a day
  3. Takes good care of his basic survival needs (see Maslo)
  4. Pays for my stuff when I'm out of work
  5. Folded the clothes I forgot in the dryer over the weekend
  6. Sat with me to watch the Google Videos I wanted to show her for Mother's Day. She really liked them.
  7. Let me spend some money on Laura's baby-gift and a wedding-gift too :D
  8. I just remembered how she took me swimming when I was about 4, and ice skating when I was around 4 - 6, and just a couple times after that when I was 11 or 12. That was really nice of her.
Dad
  1. Plays with Jeff once every couple of days
  2. Enjoys his small business
  3. Cares about democracy (in politics)
  4. Wants to think the best of total strangers
I'll add more to these lists later as I think of other things. For now, perhaps only having 4 things about each to remember is a good thing - it's less confusing and gives me something to focus on when I'm trying to remember that whole "Jedi" thing.

May 15, 2006

Though this last week has been rather turbulent, I have found other things to add to my list of things I like about mom. Um, well, dad's kind of on my "boycot" list at the moment as I'm just not able to deal with him right now. Night before last, he told me to leave. Long story short, I won't be leaving today or something, but it is going to happen soon. Anyhow, please read what I added to the list of things I like about mom.

May 16, 2006

Well, today I cooked lunch (some kind of stir-fry over white rice), and mom and dad both said it was good. They never compliment what I do, so this was a good thing. And VERY unexpected. I wonder if they (dad) regret telling me to leave??? Well, God told me to start packing, so that's what I'm doing. Only He knows what'll happen next.

Monday, May 15, 2006

What if?

What if no one ever made a big deal out of whether or not you should worry about...
  1. The way you look.
  2. What others think of you as a person.
  3. What you think of your performance.
  4. Whether or not you should want to befriend people from another race or creed.
Would you ever worry about these things, or would it never dawn on you to worry in the first place?

I ask this because, until the kids in my first grade class and I were told that we should be extra careful around people of other races, it never dawned on me that there was anything different about the Korean kid, the Irish kid, the Swedish kid, and some other kids who's heritages I don't know for sure what they were... It never occurred to me to think of them as being any different from myself. To me, they were just kids, like me, and I didn't have to be extra nice to them - I just was really nice to everyone, because that was who I was inside. By the time I was in third grade, we had a couple of black kids in our class. I say black because I have no idea - were they African or Jamaican? If African, which country were they from? In those days, you didn't ask, because it might be viewed as your looking for some occasion to judge or make fun of them or something rediculous. And so I missed out on an GREAT opportunity to get to know them, not only for their heritages, but for their individual families and for themselves personally. I've come to wonder: if I had never been told to be extra nice to black people, to walk on egg-shells around them, to feel like I owed them extra respect, dignity, etc., that others of other races, or that I, from my own race, did not deserve... If instead I had simply been taught some basic people-skills and how to be a good friend to anyone, even "imperfect people" (everyone)... Would I have more friends, know more about different cultures, and generally be at greater peace in every day life? Would I feel, by now, like others from other walks of life, wanted to get to know me in my walk?

There's always today and tomorrow to change the damage from yesterday. The first thing I'd like to do is drop the "extra nice" act. Instead, I'd like to learn to have empathy towards others and really towards myself. I'd like to learn what it means to reach out and give Love to others in ways I haven't done before. I don't want to be nice to others because they are from another race that I have to be nice to. Instead, I want to be Loving towards others because they are people, God's children.

Yes, I still struggle here at home. Dad wants me gone, and really, is inaccessable to me. Mom and I are getting along better today. We only had one minor tiff which was quickly resolved. Tonight, I hugged her good night. She said she loves me! I told her I love her too :) I'm still not staying in this house though. That ship has sailed. Amidst other things going on, God Himself told me to start packing yesterday, so that's what I started doing. That'll take awhile, but I'm working on it.

Thanks for keeping me in prayer :)

Friday, May 12, 2006

The Perfectionist, Part III

Perhaps a good sub-title is "When bad punishments go good." Mom was ticked at me earlier because she doesn't like my computer tutoring style. In retaliation, she told me that I now have to cook entirely for myself and am not allowed to eat anything she makes. LOL. That's EXACTLY what I WANTED! I just had never been rude enough to say that to her face. When she, my dad, and my brother moved in, she took over what HAD been MY kitchen, rearranged EVERYTHING, and immediately started cooking huge amounts of high-carb, high-fat, low protein meals (that's terrible for me). This took up all the space to prep and cook meals (she now has to give up some of that space per her own law about me doing my own cooking), took up all the utensils (she now has to learn to SHARE those too), and honestly though her food is bad for me, it tastes really good, so I figured that since I had lost my kitchen to her anyway, then my consolation was just having great tasting food that I didn't have to cook.

Anyway, I find it HILARIOUS that as this was all going down, I was blogging about how I ENJOY cooking! Heh - I think sometimes God Hears me after all ;) Now, mom has, since I started writing this entry, clarified that what she meant to say was that she's not cooking anything "special" for me because of my milk allergy. Well, whoopdi-doo. I really don't care right now - I WANT to cook for myself. I WANT to make my own meals, deserts, fun (non-alcoholic) drink mixes, etc. It's HIGH TIME I got to get back into the culinary world!

My final note is that, at the moment, mom's the one who's T'ed off, not me. I'm THRILLED about this, and that just makes her madder! I know one thing for sure: I've learned that if I just cheerfully say "ok" whenever she tries to punish me (often with stuff that works in my favor, though she doesn't realize it because she doesn't KNOW me at all), then she's the one who gets all steamed, goes to a LOT of trouble to carry out a punishment that works in my favor, etc. I do hope, for her own sake, that one of these days she realizes that she can't really punish me. I'm not her, I don't carry the same values or live by the same rules, or really even have any of the same interests as she does. More or less anything she views as a punishment is something I'm probably not going to have a problem with. Now, why she views cooking for herself or her family as a punishment is genuinely beyond me, especially since her profession has EVERYTHING to do with food!

All's well that bakes, cooks, fries, and stores well ;)

The Perfectionist, Part II

I just realized something profound: everything mom taught me was with the assumption that I had to be her idea of perfect. Ok, that's not new, but what I'm saying is that the reasons I was given for everything I learned were based on that idea. "Why do I HAVE to cook right now?" (as apposed to some other time when I might actually want to) "Because someday you may have to cook for a husband and kids." "Why do I have to get a job right now?" "Because you need a good work history [at age 14?] so you can support yourself if your husband looses his job." (Back then, all I wound up doing was setting myself up for hurting my back, but anywho...) "Why do I HAVE to go to college right now?" (Same reason was given as the last question.) My life, from day one, was all about my husband. Go figure that I've somehow got it in my head and now my heart that there's some guy (guy? He'd better be a MAN! Gasp! I'm all grown up now!!! Eh? What happened to my "roaring 20s"?) out there who is just right for me. Me... Am I just some figment of my mom's perfect imagination? Granted, I do believe for Spiritual reasons now, that God has someone out there for me! But realizing the mother-daughter perfectionist trap a lot sooner would have saved me SO many tears and stress...

I want to do things differently when I have kids. Between my "Rock, flower, Tina" experience and Laura's pregnancy becoming a genuine reality for me (for sad reasons, I JUST learned of her pregnancy a week ago now), I've really started to grasp the concept that sometime in the next few years, I will likely not only be married to the MAN God has chosen for me, but also have my own little kids running around. How do I want to do things? What reasons do I want to give my kids?

As for the cooking thing, the truth is, I enjoy cooking, but don't get to much anymore because mom has taken over the kitchen. So, my husband being the reason for cooking turned out to be something that, while I really did have to work hard through that (I cried while I made my first meal, and some meals after that, after I got kicked out at age 22, because I hadn't gotten to live my dream of moving straight from my parents house into my own home with my husband and cook that first meal for him), in the end, was just a misnomer of sorts. That did NOT turn out to be the real reason for my "having" to cook! Mom had decided for me, back in the day, when it was time to cook, what I would cook, etc., until she was satisfied that I was faithfully preparing to cook meals for my husband all on my own, particularly after I became a teen. That was when I first started to really ENJOY the gift I have for making really cool, odd, new recipes that no one's ever heard of before, and sometimes no one wished they had! So, ok, I have a weird pallette. You win some, you loose some. But I do ENJOY cooking just for the sake of making food that (I think) tastes good!

So, the "cook for your husband" thing only emotionally set me up to want my husband as soon as I was old enough (or thought I was) to get married. It didn't become the reason for enjoying cooking, in the end. But do I really want to do to my kids what mom did to me, giving that as a reason? Why not skip the emotional garbage about marriage (that IS an awful LOT of pressure to put on a young girl, or boy, if you think about it -- shouldn't kids just BE KIDS for awhile?), and just do things in the following way?: If I want to teach my kids to enjoy cooking, I can first start them off with dry-foods-crafts, so they become familiar with working with food at all, and then just let them become curious as they grow about what mommy is making, and then invite them to join in if they want to. Sure, that means risking that they might say no, which would be THEM shining through with a preference that is honest and says "Mom, I don't enjoy cooking, at least not yet, if ever."

You know, not EVERYONE out there was meant to be a great cook, and yet somehow, even those who can't cook DO survive! Yes, the way they survive tends to be on take-out and Top-Ramen, but you know, in the end, it's all fat, carbs, and protein anyway: it's all calories, and (other than the financial waste of take-out), it doesn't really matter what a person eats as long as they don't have to restrict their diet for health reasons (allergies, poor health, etc.). So, I vow now to not freak out about it if any or all of my kids decide they just don't want to be good cooks when they grow up. Sorry mom, but your dream of perfect little grandbabies from me and some figment of your perfect imagination who I was supposed to meet at age 20 at WWC, your alma matter - that dream is dead. It was never alive in the first place, but anywho.

As for the job and the college thing, essentially the same principle applies, though the circumstances are different. Basically, I refuse to use some idealistic future spouse as a reason for my kids to do anything. I would rather that they just learn to be who they are, find out what they personally enjoy, and then do what they want to with that enjoyment.

How will I deal with housework? Well, I refuse to marry a man who doesn't agree on this point: common living areas are everyone's responsibility all the time. If you see something that needs to be done, don't complain about it, just do it. I do not intend to use a TV, and am considering not even owning one after the kids come, though from what I hear about Laura's pregnancy, a TV during that time can be quite handy to have. Why no TV? It distracts everyone when it's on and it's not like it sets a good example of dealing with real life... When's the last time you saw a sitcom where everyone pitched and did the housework? What about family worship time, for those who are inclined to attend? What about practicing healthy social problem solving skills? I was a TV-addict for 28 years, minus the 1 year period after 9/11 when I wigged out on the dumb box for awhile. I never really saw anything that taught me and my family about these basic family living skills. Why waste hundreds of hours of my family's time on something that won't really help us get along as people who live under the same roof? I'm not saying that I'm going to freak out about it if there are problems in my family: what I'm saying is that it seems like a waste of time to spend that many hours filling our minds with junk that won't really do anything constructive to help us learn to deal maturely with those problems.

Anyway, so common areas will be everyone's responsibility... As for personal spaces, I honestly say, "Each to his or her own." I've never cared what my own room looked like, and I've been in enough rooms of my friends now that were just as messy as mine that I would like to officially call off the "I'm embarressed because my room is messy" line that most of us grew up with!!! Down with the embarressment of the lack of perfection! If my kids want to not know where their stuff is, or which clothes are clean vs. dirty, that's their business (though I will have the rule that any socks/underware found on the floor will just be assumed to be dirty, for reasons of hygene, and WILL be washed.) If they want to trip all over their stuff until they learn to put things away, that's their business. It's not like I won't provide storage for their things.

Will I give an allowance? Nope, but I won't make my kid's shopping choices for them either. They'll have a "quasi-allowance" that goes something like this... Scenario: they and I are shopping. One of them sees something they want me to buy. I look in my check register, figure out how much money I can afford to spend on all my kids total (in general), divide it by the number of kids who may ask for things, and that is their allotment for the week or month, whichever I have to choose at the time. They may buy pretty much whatever they choose with that (probably tiny) amount of money, or not (if it's not enough for them to spend on anything at the moment). And that, my friends, is how I will do things. No, I won't "save up" what they don't spend in some account somewhere to be locked away from my use when I really need it in order to feed/care for my kids! That's rediculous. My kids will NOT be spoiled brats, nor will they starve all for the sake of having some allowance money. Also, I will not teach my kids that they are going to get paid for being active members of my family. I went through that with my parents, who assumed that I needed a financial incentive to do housework. No, in reality, all I needed was for them to quit yelling at me, calling me names, lording everything over my head... I WANTED to be part of a healthy family - they just ASSUMED that they had to be the way they were in order to force me to participate. This made me not want to do anything at all, or if I did, I insisted on getting paid what my friends were getting for their allowances (I still can't believe mom and dad actually haggled with me over a $.25/week allowance raise one time). I learned to manipulate the system and to be angry with my parents all in one shot. In my mind, there is a better way.

Anyhow, as is her custom, mom has just "spread the joy" in my direction. I need some time alone now, to recuperate, reflect, and continue working towards leaving this place. I just don't belong here anymore.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Who's Yo Daddy???

Ok, I guess the title is a bit old, but I figured it was still appropriate to this whole sagga about me and my parents. I got to thinking about how this all really got started, last week, when I emailed Erik and asked him to help me out in finding out what good dads are like -- what they feel like and what they think the job description of dadness is. I think God told him to hold off on that one, because God had other plans for me. But that's not even actually where this got started! Come to think of it, the whole reason I emailed Erik was simple enough: so far, God has been my Husband, but I've heard it said time and time again "God is like a dad - just not like your dad." "Alright then," I thought, "I'll find out what kind of dad God IS like! I'll ask someone I trust to help me out in that process. Erik's a good choice, I'll ask him."

I wasn't feeling some burning angst that I was missing out on something spectacular with God. I suppose I've given that impression to at least some of you, either in this blog or through email. I apologise to all of you: that was not my intent. Yes, my Spiritual Husband-Wife type relationship with Him has been very strained during this ordeal, because my heart just gets weird when it becomes wounded, but I hope it's undertstood that things between God and I are cool, particularly at the moment, and so I'm not worried about that. Anyway, all I was doing was realizing that God plays multiple roles in our lives, and I wanted to know what role He's been playing in my life that I've not recognised. The role of "dad" was an obvious one. I've never seen Him as my Dad, because I have not known what to look for in a healthy Father-Daughter relationship with Him. My email says Child of God Forever, but I have to admit something here: that was a half-hearted attempt to slam my parents when I was much younger and did not have a Real Relationship of any kind with God at all. I was sick of how they treated me then, just as I've gone through now, and I wanted them to understand that they no longer control me. To me, God was a control freak who wanted good things (in the next life) for His kids, and who somehow kept them barely alive and afloat in this life. I had no idea what God is really like back then.

Since then, I've learned to think of Him as my Husband, because, well, He wooed me very directly, and He's here with me now the way I would like my future human husband to be. Perhaps that's placing too much expectation on that man, whoever he is, I don't know. I do know that God has filled certain needs/holes in my heart that I used to think only a human husband could/would/should do. As for the dad thing, honestly, this all started out SO innocently. I just wanted to learn to see God as a Dad figure in my life, mainly because that's a rather Biblical thing to do. I wasn't really looking for Him to somehow replace my dad in my life (though He's welcome to do so any time, thanks). I can be very cerebral at times, and this was one of those moments where emotions really just were non-existant.

So, this thing of what a good dad is like, and what God is like as a Good Dad... Is that for me? I had never thought of the concept that any role God plays wouldn't be for a person, until an email I recieved earlier today that pointed this possibility out to me. I'm starting to think that perhaps God has been trying to get a certain ball rolling, but it hasn't traveled the full path down the hill yet. I have keenly felt the challenge to go over a certain web page and take some notes, then compare them with what I can find in the Bible that shows how God is like certain things I've found in that page, and also add the times that God has been that way towards me personally (kinda the whole point of this little exercise). No, Earl, you aren't God! ;) :p But from what Laura wrote on that page, it's a good place for me to start, now that MANY of my own personal emotional issues are getting resolved, and rather quickly I might add! No, I won't end with just taking a look at Earl's dadness to Laura, as I suspect that God is about to put other men in my life who show a clear picture of His Love for His Daughters. But Earl, you're the first, so shake your hand for me, pat yourself on the back, and have Gail throw you a little party to celebrate that :) You did a GREAT job with Laura, and obviousely with Thor, the world famous playwrite! So, you get first dibs on this little exercise I'm doing here, based on your Loving daughter's description of your dadness. And no, Laura, I don't see your dad as an exact template or something. No dad will ever be perfect! But there are good qualities in your dad's dadness that I can clearly see are straight from God, through his daddy's heart, meant as gifts for you. I'm not you, and so the details in my life as God's daughter will not be the same as the details in your life as Earl's daughter. I know that. I think you'll see the point I'm making as I go on with this instead of continuing to hang out in this long paragraph babbling about it.

Ok, so, Earl's dadness:
  1. Helped Laura to see how the things other people don't like about her can also be things that are good.
  2. Spent enough personal time with Laura that she knows what they would have eaten together every night.
  3. Laura was her dad's favorite.
  4. It hurt Earl when he nearly hurt Laura.
  5. Taught Laura to make the choices she wanted to make.
  6. Um, I think I'll skip the dead birds in the freezer thing: that's one I just don't personally understand... *snickers*
  7. Made the best decision an unsure dad can make, as well as trusted Laura's judgement and was on her side no matter what.
  8. Thinks of Laura to this day and Loves her dearly.
  9. Took Laura out on monthly dates and still holds her hand in public.
  10. Made sure that Laura knew the value of dad's and daughters enjoying each other, rather than loathing and dispising each other, and so forth.
Heh - I guess you could call that the "Ten Commandments" of dadness according to the life and example of Earl Aagaard! Ok, so now, how did God treat people in the Bible in similar ways? That's a really good challenge for me.
  1. "Somebody touched me."
  2. "My Father and I will make our home with them and dine with them."
  3. "You were chosen from among all the nations."
  4. "I will hide my face from you for a time, but will turn back again." (paraphrase, I'll have to look that one up)
  5. "Esther was given all that she wanted." (again, paraphrase - I promise, when it's not 12:24 am, I WILL go back and look these up!)
  6. "Are you not worth more than two sparrows?"
  7. In truth, I can't think of a good example for this one right off the top of my head. Perhaps in time, God will give me something regarding it.
  8. "See, I have engraved you on the palms of My hands and my feet!"
  9. "From one new moon to another" and "I will be with you until the end of the world/age"
  10. I think here of how God was so good to Hagar, Ishamaal's mother.
So then, how has God treated me in similar ways? That may take longer to answer than short sentances, but I'll try anyway...
  1. When I was hurting the most, God provided me with Promises, Answers, and much Healing from the hurts that others had inflicted on me throughout my life. He still continues to do this.
  2. God has litterally been making His home inside me, and spending time with Him is like feasting at a great Banquet table meant JUST for Him and me!
  3. God chose me from among so MANY people to have this very special and unique Relationship that I have with Him. Though it's offered to all, so very few are lead directly into it and answer that leading call.
  4. Oh, the pain! Trust me, there have been times when God HAD to do things that felt SO painful to me, for a time, yet in the end, rather than being hurt, I was Protected and Healed. And when I cried, God cried, and I know this for a fact. *sends out a special hug*
  5. There have been times, especially lately, when the world has seemed to be my playground, and I could choose to go anywhere and be and do anything: God has been giving me more choices than I know what to do with!
  6. My personal, inherant value as one who Belong's to Him and lives in His heart of hearts, is pretty much the FIRST thing that God restored to my heart, after so MANY people had ripped it out, stomped on it, and ground it into the dust.
  7. In truth, I can't think of a good example for this one right off the top of my head, even in this context. Perhaps in time, God will give me something regarding it.
  8. God has this funny way of making sure I don't forget that He has never forgotten me ;)
  9. God invited me to join Him at His parties and celebrate my Relationship with Him, as well as the Relationship He STILL offers to physical Israel, if they would only take hold of it in the Messiah. And I am litterally Spiritually chained to Him - He will never be far from me, only near.
  10. When God saw me emotionally dead and Spiritually dying, He brought me to The Water of Life, and I'm still drinking and so I'll never be thirsty again! (Oh, oops, is that the wrong story? ;) )
Wow - so, God HAS been a good Daddy to me! I knew there had to be SOME good reason for this rather turbulent emotional upheaval I've experienced in the last few days since I first saw that page Laura wrote last October as a tribute to her dad.

So, thanks God, for not only being my Husband, but also my Dad. I've needed you my whole life. I know now you were there, I just didn't understant it, because I didn't have anything to go off of to recognise that about you. Thanks for helping Earl be a good example of you, and for shining through him. I know you have other men you want me to learn your Daddness from, but thanks for letting Earl be the first one I could learn from about you in that capacity - thanks for choosing my longest time best friend to be his daughter, and thanks again for bringing her and me back into each other's lives again. Amen.

I'm a Perfectionist!!! NO!!!

Ok, folks, I've finally figured it out - this really is someone elses fault, though I don't know who, as the poor woman has probably been dead for over a hundred years. Anyway, somehow this idea of the "perfect" family life got passed down from one mom to her daughter(s) and from her/them to their daughters, etc. The idea? That everything in an adult woman's married life and family should be peaceful and harmonious at all times, and if anything goes wrong, it's someone else's fault but it's her responsibility to try to restore peace and harmony, and using an iron fist is the way to accomplish this. This is my mother's idea of perfection, and as was her duty, she passed it on down to me, hook, line, and sinker. What she didn't realize was that this would be the undoing of my relationships with her and my dad.

I was raised believing that a family should be happy, that everyone should get along, and if that wasn't happening, then there was something wrong and also, chances were that it was my dad's fault in some way. Eventually though everything became my fault because I wanted peace and it upset me so much to see that there was none. Of course I've blamed my parents for that: they should have acted like adults and restored peace, through forgiveness, first in their marriage, and then within their relationships with me, right? They should have Loved me enough to do that if they were going to claim to believe in God, who commanded them to Love me, right?

This puts far too great of burdons on everyone. It took Laura's Loving letter to me, chiding me for expecting myself to Love my parents who don't Love me, for me to see that. In truth, I didn't see it until about 80.5 seconds ago - at least not clearly. Also, those burdons of HAVING to Love others and be Loved by others make me prey to being hurt and dissapointed when I see that anyone else had it (what I percieve to be) "better" than I did. "Better" meaning "closer to that idea of peace and harmony that my family should have been according to this perfectionistic model." The big lesson I've learned here is that when I come across someone who has for the most part lived the life I wanted, I should try to remember that it's not what I want that counts, but what God can do with what I have, or how He can change my life circumstances to give me what I need.

You know, I should have caught the hint a few days ago when dad, because of his own imperfections, started pouring Silk Vanilla (Low Fat) Soy Milk into a gallon jug of regular milk! Actually, no one saw when he started doing this, so no one has any idea how much soy milk was lost to that cause, but I did turn, saw him doing this, asked him why, and then burst out laughing! I must have laughed for around 10 min at my poor dad who was so lost in his thoughts about hating Bush (my parents are both dems) that he completely was on auto-pilot and was doing something that was so bizarre... It kinda defeated the purpose of our having soy milk, seeing as how I'm 100% allergic to all milk products because of the protein casein, which comes from milk.

So, yes, my family is FAR from perfect. I have to learn to accept that. Yes, they are toxic and it's better for me psychologically speaking if I leave, because there is a LOT of abuse, and I have now been told by 2 highly trusted friends that it's time for me to leave. I had sensed that it was time even before Erik told me it was time. So really, that's 3 confirmations of this fact. Perhaps in my learning to accept that they just aren't the people I thought I needed them to be, they will sense that I'm actually a Safe individual - or maybe they won't. They are so oblivious to anything going on with me, even though I'm right here in their house. Not that I would, but honestly, I really COULD have some guy over here having wild sex all over the place, and I sincerly doubt they would even notice. (You'd have to understand the layout and construction of this house to understand why that is.) In any event, it doesn't matter whether they notice what kind of person God is making me into over here. What matters is that I Allow Him to keep working on my heart, making it more like His as He chooses to do that.

I've noticed that my part in all the fighting that's been going on lately has really taken a toll on mom, but it's a fake toll. She just glares at me all the time, blames me for any little thing that happens, whether she's at fault or not... She can't understand that she doesn't control me (that was part of the fight we had last night), and she honestly thinks she can emotionally beat me into submission with one look or a few nasty words about me as a person. I think I need to just keep doing my own thing, and ignore such behavior rather than rewarding it with any kind of reaction. Perhaps that will get me kicked out entirely, or perhaps it will teach her to back off and let me be me. It doesn't matter now. God is in charge of where my life goes, and where I live, so I just don't think I ought to worry about that. I just need to be me - and though I'm imperfect according to the world, I am Perfected according to God. I need to learn to Believe in that when people keep giving me reasons to forget that He did that for me.


Hehehe - My Personal Dna Report ;)


Update

May 11, 2006, 9:21 pm
You know, it works. I can report now that mom and I actually DIDN'T come to verbal blows tonight while I did my best to teach her about how to update stuff on her web site. Before, the problem was mainly me - I was so angry about how I know she doesn't love me that I just couldn't stand to be around her before, and she responded to me likewise. But tonight, things went much better, mainly because I've decided that I don't honestly care whether she loves me or not. I decided to just go and help her and get it over with. It was hard at first, because she doesn't make a very attentive student, nor do I make a very patient teacher (Erik must be snickering as he remembers those days with me :p Thanks, brother, for your patience.) But we got through it because I wasn't angry with her.

Ok, I guess the title is a bit old, but I figured it was still appropriate to this whole sagga about me and my parents. I got to thinking about how t

Ok, folks, I've finally figured it out - this really is someone elses fault, though I don't know who, as the poor woman has probably been dead for over a hundred years. Anyway, somehow this idea of the "perfect" family life got passed down from one mom to her daughter(s) and from her/them to their daughters, etc. The idea? That everything in an adult woman's married life and family should be peaceful and harmonious at all times, and if anything goes wrong, it's someone else's fault but it's her responsibility to try to restore peace and harmony, and using an iron fist is the way to accomplish this. This is my mother's idea of perfection, and as was her duty, she passed it on down to me, hook, line, and sinker. What she didn't realize was that this would be the undoing of my relationships with her and my dad.

I was raised believing that a family should be happy, that everyone should get along, and if that wasn't happening, then there was something wrong and also, chances were that it was my dad's fault in some way. Eventually though everything became my fault because I wanted peace and it upset me so much to see that there was none. Of course I've blamed my parents for that: they should have acted like adults and restored peace, through forgiveness, first in their marriage, and then within their relationships with me, right? They should have Loved me enough to do that if they were going to claim to believe in God, who commanded them to Love me, right?

This puts far too great of burdons on everyone. It took Laura's Loving letter to me, chiding me for expecting myself to Love my parents who don't Love me, for me to see that. In truth, I didn't see it until about 80.5 seconds ago - at least not clearly. Also, those burdons of HAVING to Love others and be Loved by others make me prey to being hurt and dissapointed when I see that anyone else had it (what I percieve to be) "better" than I did. "Better" meaning "closer to that idea of peace and harmony that my family should have been according to this perfectionistic model." The big lesson I've learned here is that when I come across someone who has for the most part lived the life I wanted, I should try to remember that it's not what I want that counts, but what God can do with what I have, or how He can change my life circumstances to give me what I need.

You know, I should have caught the hint a few days ago when dad, because of his own imperfections, started pouring Silk Vanilla (Low Fat) Soy Milk into a gallon jug of regular milk! Actually, no one saw when he started doing this, so no one has any idea how much soy milk was lost to that cause, but I did turn, saw him doing this, asked him why, and then burst out laughing! I must have laughed for around 10 min at my poor dad who was so lost in his thoughts about hating Bush (my parents are both dems) that he completely was on auto-pilot and was doing something that was so bizarre... It kinda defeated the purpose of our having soy milk, seeing as how I'm 100% allergic to all milk products because of the protein casein, which comes from milk.

So, yes, my family is FAR from perfect. I have to learn to accept that. Yes, they are toxic and it's better for me psychologically speaking if I leave, because there is a LOT of abuse, and I have now been told by 2 highly trusted friends that it's time for me to leave. I had sensed that it was time even before Erik told me it was time. So really, that's 3 confirmations of this fact. Perhaps in my learning to accept that they just aren't the people I thought I needed them to be, they will sense that I'm actually a Safe individual - or maybe they won't. They are so oblivious to anything going on with me, even though I'm right here in their house. Not that I would, but honestly, I really COULD have some guy over here having wild sex all over the place, and I sincerly doubt they would even notice. (You'd have to understand the layout and construction of this house to understand why that is.) In any event, it doesn't matter whether they notice what kind of person God is making me into over here. What matters is that I Allow Him to keep working on my heart, making it more like His as He chooses to do that.

I've noticed that my part in all the fighting that's been going on lately has really taken a toll on mom, but it's a fake toll. She just glares at me all the time, blames me for any little thing that happens, whether she's at fault or not... She can't understand that she doesn't control me (that was part of the fight we had last night), and she honestly thinks she can emotionally beat me into submission with one look or a few nasty words about me as a person. I think I need to just keep doing my own thing, and ignore such behavior rather than rewarding it with any kind of reaction. Perhaps that will get me kicked out entirely, or perhaps it will teach her to back off and let me be me. It doesn't matter now. God is in charge of where my life goes, and where I live, so I just don't think I ought to worry about that. I just need to be me - and though I'm imperfect according to the world, I am Perfected according to God. I need to learn to Believe in that when people keep giving me reasons to forget that He did that for me.


Hehehe - My Personal Dna Report ;)


Update

May 11, 2006, 9:21 pm
You know, it works. I can report now that mom and I actually DIDN'T come to verbal blows tonight while I did my best to teach her about how to update stuff on her web site. Before, the problem was mainly me - I was so angry about how I know she doesn't love me that I just couldn't stand to be around her before, and she responded to me likewise. But tonight, things went much better, mainly because I've decided that I don't honestly care whether she loves me or not. I decided to just go and help her and get it over with. It was hard at first, because she doesn't make a very attentive student, nor do I make a very patient teacher (Erik must be snickering as he remembers those days with me :p Thanks, brother, for your patience.) But we got through it because I wasn't angry with her.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

To Do List ;)

God has been letting me know that, while it's well and good to try to find things I like about my parents, I also need to come up with a list of things I would have been doing with them if they had treated me right in the first place. Then, where possible, start doing these things. So, here's the beginnings of that list...

1) Take them each out to dinner separately.
2) Go on walks with them.
3) Make them cards and write little notes telling them I love them.
4) Watch videos with them.
5) Um, I can't think of anything else right now...

If there's something you have enjoyed doing with your parents, please let me know. No, I'm not looking for specifics - just general ideas. Thanks in advance.

(Btw - game nights are out - we're all too competative and we all cheat and catch each other and then fight about it.)