i got some shit i gotta get out of my head or i am quite literally going to lose my fucking mind. this is disjoined and written stream-of-conscious; this is not a writing exercise that i went back to make sound pretty.
tw for references to cancer, unhealthy relationships, alcoholism.
ooookay so. so! so.
i've made a few references to stuff like this in the past, but:
my mom is dying of cancer and likely only has a few months left
i am getting divorced, and the divorce happened in an abrupt, cruel, traumatic fashion
so, that's the groundwork i'm working with rn.
i've been with my soon-to-be ex-husband for ten years. that's a decade. we got together right after college and have been together ever since.
yes, that means i'm old. sorry not sorry.
i have not been single since my early twenties. i have not lived alone for more than a year, when i was 22.
i am scared. i am lonely. i am devastated that the man i loved, who i thought loved me too, decided to blow up my life in such an unbelievably cruel fashion.
because, of course, he knows my mom is dying. he knows how bad it's getting.
it's interesting what hindsight shows you. i thought he was supportive. i thought he was doing his best to be there for me, he was just maybe a little misguided but his intentions were good.
i thought the different issues we had were uncontrollable, things i'd have to learn to live with.
he has ADHD so of course he'd never be able to remember to do chores without me reminding him over and over, of course he'd never see something that needed cleaning on his own and just do it, of course he'd say inappropriate things to me in front of my friends and family that are embarrassing; i just need to get over it, who cares?
his parents were dysfunctional growing up so of course he'd always scream at me when he was upset, of course he'd lunge at me as if he were going to attack me if i 'made him too mad'; i need to stop acting like it's a big deal.
he knows he has a drinking problem but he's working on it, so of course i should never, ever nag him or ask him to stop drinking, of course i should accept that he's going to hide cans and bottles from me (or try), of course i should just get over it when he's shitfaced and absolutely ruins events because he refuses to stop, of course i shouldn't ever ever say anything to him about the times he put his hands on me with violent intent while drunk because of course he didn't mean it; if i did, it would make him feel bad. it's my fault he drinks too much, of course.
of course.
he wanted to make some major changes to our life, none of which i consented to or at any point indicated or hinted that i wanted. when i said i was not interested in them, i was told i wasn't being flexible, and shouldn't i want to move anyway? after all, your mom is dying, don't you want to live near her? don't you care about your own mother? i care about my family, after all—why don't you?
be flexible. learn to compromise.
i've thought a lot about the concept of 'compromise' recently, and how frequently i, to keep the peace, allowed it to mean 'you get what you want and i don't get what i want, not even a little'. i was married, after all, and this was my husband—i was working to save our marriage. or at least that's what i thought.
it didn't matter. because the instant i refused to wholly give into him on something, and instead enforced a true compromise, i was suddenly: the worst, most inflexible person to deal with. you should hear the things my family is saying about you. you're making this trip so much harder and so unpleasant for everyone else. this isn't all about you. why won't you just cancel your plans? you need to do what i want instead.
i've spent 60% of this year alone. there were always reasons for him to disappear, to go away, and then be gone for months at a time. they were good reasons, plausible ones, but they just kept coming.
i got covid and he wouldn't come back to take care of me. i'm not saying i need that; plenty of people live alone and have covid. but i was married. i had a husband. that's part of what spouses do, they take care of each other. at least, that's what i signed up for.
it's what my dad is doing.
my mom is so sick. i've never seen a person this sick. it's terrifying. she's going to be dead sooner than i had mentally prepared myself for, and i'm not ready. there's been a lot of denial in how i've been handling this—maybe not denial, maybe hope that something she'd try treatment-wise would work. none of them are working.
my dad is by her side. he's retiring early so he can spend his time with her. it doesn't matter and it's not good enough and it's not what they deserve, but he's there.
what if you had gotten sick, my mom asked me when i was home visiting a few weeks ago, what if that breast biopsy you got done two years ago had come back positive for cancer? i've cried myself to sleep thinking about how that man would never take care of you, how it would be all about him. it's made me sick to think of how horrible he's been to you.
she's right. he wouldn't have been there for me, at least not how i needed. it would have been what he decided i needed, because of course how could anything he thinks is correct be wrong?
he didn't want me to get a lawyer, for the divorce. he thought that if he told me i didn't need one, i wouldn't get one, and he'd be able to steamroll over me just like he's done for years now, and i'd just fold in on myself and meekly agree to what he wanted. i'd be the shell i'd let him make of me, the little personality-less doll he thought i should be, and when i wasn't, when i didn't, he didn't understand.
and now? he's angry.
he's demanding i accommodate requests that i have no legal obligation to accommodate. you need to make this work, he says, with the implied threat being if you don't i'm going to hold the money i owe you over your head. as if what he's asking for doesn't involve other people. no, it's all about him, the main character of life! all the rest of us exist for is to accommodate his whims and wishes, and if we don't, he is allowed, encouraged even, to be rude, to be cruel, to be demanding.
i'm not a person to him. i'm certainly not a person you respect and treat as a whole, real individual. i'm an obstacle, an inconvenience.
when i see messages from him now my heart rate shoots up and my breathing accelerates. i get shaky and dizzy and panicky. in a sick way, it mimics the start of a relationship, when a message from that new person you're so excited about makes you anxious in a good way, nervous with anticipation.
what a sick parody this is.
i'll always care deeply about you, he said, this was the hardest thing i've ever had to do.
he couldn't even do it to my face. he ran to hide with mommy and daddy.
all because i wouldn't uproot my life to move back to where his parents live, because he's bored of this city i've made my home in.
all because i had the gall to expect him to pull his weight in our shared home, financially and via tasks.
all because i wanted to keep progressing with my life—buy a home, carve out a space of our own.
all because...well, there are some things i won't say. but no, weirdly enough the daily misery of being made to feel like someone's maid isn't sexy for me.
relationships end all the time. people fall in love and fall apart. but this? trying to hurt someone? being cruel just because?
i'm so tired.
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Shuffle your favourite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favourite mutuals!
thanks for opening this up to everyone @obi-wkenobi, literally any excuse to talk about my current playlist obsession.
some backstory: my sibling and i each have our own respective vampire playlists we've been cultivating over the years. over half of the songs on our playlists overlap, but we each have quite a few (like several hours) of songs in our respective playlists that the other doesn't have. recently, we went on a drug run roadtrip, just the two of us. in the four hours that it took us to get there and back we dutifully listened to each and every song that they had in their playlist that i didn't have and i decided whether or not it was vampire playlist material (decidedly yes, they have good taste). sibling has been a little BITCHASS about listening to my vampire songs that they don't have in return (it's HARD to listen to 6 hours of music w/ serious intent when ur not stuck in a car together). so for some insane reason i decided to make a powerpoint detailing every song i have that they don't and why they deserve to be included in their vampire playlist. and it's gotten out of hand. some of these are like, c list vampire songs, and some of them are like, dude wtf, vampyre was CREATED in this song's image.
i present: "bitchass vampire playlist" part of the all inclusive "vampires" playlist
"the boys are too refined" by the hush sound
idk man, just vampire vibes. always has been. always will be.
"the boys who kiss and bite, they are the brilliant ones who speak and write with silver luck...they sing in clever tongues, oh how my knees go weak to be the one - she kicks and bucks... and if the timing is right to sneak off into the night, i'll let myself be taken just for the thrill."
2. "death defying acts" by angus & julia stone
“i will perform a death defying act... i will perform a death defying miracle... i will perform a death defying magic show...”
3. "this is how i disappear" by my chemical romance
the fact that they didn't have a SINGLE mcr song on their vampire playlist i cannot. this is probably like my least favorite of their other vampire ones, but it's just because they're all SO GOOD.
“drain all the blood and give the kids a show” “and live my life alone, forever now” “who walks among the famous living dead” i mean HELLO????
4. "blood bank" by bon iver
pretty sure i first heard this from one of scorp's (@ladyculebras) iconic livejournal playlists. pretty sure it was about either stefan/damon or sam/dean. one of those two d/s brothers 😏. i still have the album cover art saved to my computer in my itunes lol.
“well, i met you at the blood bank we were looking at the bags wondering if any of the colors matched any of the names we knew on the tags”
“you said, 'see look at it: that's yours stacked on top with your brother's. see how they resemble one another's even in their plastic little covers.'"
5. "supermassive black hole" by muse
ANYWAY, i open this up to the rest of you hoes. are any of the rest of you as unhinged as me about making playlists and powerpoints?? pls tell me about ur current favorite playlist obsessions.
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