I felt the need to make a coherent post summarizing the past couple days.
So, Monday, BPDm showed up with my brother. I had no idea they were coming over, because my dad’s doesn’t tell me anymore. He didn’t tell me he took the week off or that they were coming over, even though he knows I don’t want contact with my mom.
On a shocking note, BPDm actually brought me the jewelry I’ve been asking for for months. I’d given up on it as a lost cause- the only reason I wanted it back anyway was as emergency funds I could sell it for the gold if I needed.
I try to act pleasant and not like I’m triggered as fuck. Unfortunately, for me, it’s easier to just play the game when mom shows up. I try to keep things light, and I try not to give any information. It’s tricky and I’m not always very good at it. I know that, in some way, yeah, I’m still trying to “spare her feelings” so she won’t get upset, but this is for my own protection. It’s better for me to placate her because I can’t handle when she’s upset- and when she’s upset she tries to trap me and keep me from leaving. So I play the game until I can grab my purse and car keys and make up an excuse to get the fuck out of the house.
So, I left. Not that I had anywhere to go. I sat in my car a while, texting my best friend and my therapist.
I went to the craft store, since there was some tools I needed to get. I wandered around the store for 3 hours, texting and browsing, then got something to eat before going home and locking myself in my room.
I slept like shit. Even though I took melatonin, so at least I fell asleep faster, but I still felt like I didn’t sleep good.
I got up at 6:30 am, showered and left the house. Like I always do, because I would rather spend my time elsewhere than be around her. I got a bagel for breakfast. I felt sick to my stomach so bad. I knew it was probably the anxiety and stress. (Fuck, it’s depressing that she makes me feel violently sick to my stomach like this…) But since it was Tuesday, I went to yoga. I hadn’t been in weeks. My instructor is so nice and understanding. I’m going to miss her. She was always there to listen to me vent and would empathize. She was excited and proud that I’m getting out of here, and insisted on giving me her e-mail so we could keep in touch. Class was great and I felt a bit better afterwords.
After, I got lunch and coffee. Thankfully, for once, I had somewhere to go, somewhere I could hide out. On other days I’ve ended up sitting in my car in parking lots with my car idling for like 4-6 hours, being triggered every time I see a car the same style and color as my mom’s. It’s pathetic and sad.
In the afternoon, my dad called and left a message that he was going to stay with my mom and wouldn’t be back until Friday or Saturday. I wasn’t sure if he was lying or not- because he destroyed my trust and I never ever believe anything that comes out of his mouth. So I still hung out for a few more hours before trying to go home.
I get home and find out that yeah, they actually left. Of course, whenever my dad comes back they’ll be with him, because he didn’t take his car, so they’ll have to give him a ride back.
But at least I have a couple of days to myself, a couple of days of peace.