S'funny, I've spent sooooooooo much time trying to unlearn the crap stories that I chose to believe about myself for soooooooo much of my life; learning new steps to walk new roads so as to weave new stories with brighter tapestries and then...I get hit with the news that back in the village that I live in, people are talking. About me.
I didn't realize I was so interesting.
Nor did I know that APPARENTLY, I've been locked up in a some kind of mental institution for the past six months and that APPARENTLY, my mother is actually raising our children.
Nor did I know that APPARENTLY, my husband recently tried to come and retrieve his daughter (like he only has one!?!?!?) and my mother wouldn't let him take her.
Small minds, small town?
I'd like to know WHERE this triteness is born. In the mind of some unkind soul who (obviously) knows NOTHING about the life I've been/we've been living the past six months, a Province away from home, and feels they know enough about me & what we've been going through to take a stab at enlightening some locals with some lore?
Six months, with two daughters, away from their father is no fun. Living at your mothers house, no matter how lovely she is, when you're in your late 30's & married with two children is no fun. Arriving for a short visit after having an allergic reaction (to latex?) on the West Jet flight, & then accidentally touching a rubber band (not having fully recoverd from the flight reaction) and having a massive rebound reaction that sends you spinning headlong into anaphylaxis is NO FUN. Children watching their mother be hauled away by ambulance gasping for breath is no fun. Having multiple anaphylactic reactions in the weeks; the months following is no fun. Having allergy tests and multiple stays in Emergency due to latex and some unknown factors causing anaphylaxis/severe allergic reactions, is no fun. In fact, anaphylaxis is no fun at all. Being stabbed by a pile a of needles is no fun. Staying in hospital is no fun. Hospital food is no fun. Hospital pajamas are worse than no fun. Having to see an Oncologist to have bone marrow testing, is, I'm sure...not going to be fun. Wanting to go home, but unable to because your confirmed life-threatening latex allergy means public transport is too dangerous, is no fun. Wanting to go home but having to wait to see what the Oncologist is going to say, is no fun (8 more days...) Wanting to be able to play with your children anywhere outside of the home, but not able to, is no fun. Being housebound, until the Allergist and Oncologist figure out these triggers, or perhaps the rest of my life, is no fun. Going nowhere but your mother's yard, is no fun. Not being able to take your children to birthday parties (there might be balloons!) is no fun. Not being able to go out for dinner is no fun. Can't risk getting into a car that hasn't been 'de-latexed' is no fun. Can't risk going to work and no longer contributing financially to your household, is no fun. Can't risk going anywhere is no fun. Being away from the man you love, is no fun. Being away from your dog, is no fun. Not sleeping in your own bed is no fun. Your children being away from their grandparents is no fun. Your children being away from their friends and community is no fun. TRYING REALLY HARD NOT TO FEEL SORRY FOR YOURSELF, is no fun. Missing your friends and community is no fun.
The loss of my freedom & spontaneity, is no fun.
But APPARENTLY, someone in my community has taken it upon themselves to inform my community of some untruths. And APPARENTLY is having their own fun.
It'd be comical, IF it wasn't so blatantly nasty.
APPARENTLY, someone doesn't like me.
I can dig that. Not everyone is going to like me. And, until now, I hadn't even entertained the idea that I would be disliked by anyone - is that something ANY of us should really be concerning ourselves with? People either like one another or they don't. But I guess I have my head up my community bottom. Silly me.
The truth is really the only thing that hurts us. And the sad thing is, my truths are hurting me an awful lot at the moment. So, isn't this enough?
True, there are worse things the perpetrator of said untruths could be slogging off, but it seems to me that any of these untruths come from a place of malice and not, as I try to do in all of my endeavours and conversings, come from a place of love.
What's sadder is, my community is listening. Not necessarily believing, but listening.
3 comments:
Let me start by saying good evening. When I stopped in to visit with you during a business trip to Winnipeg, I dont seem to remember going to the syc ward. Instead I do recall a very frusterated young lady in a very beautiful home unable to go out and see the world. I saw how concerned you were with the situation you are in.
I dont know who would start these nasty rumors....I have not heard them yet. But anyone that knows you and your family DO realize that it is a load of latex free fertalizer. And that is all that matters.
Cant wait till you are HOME.
and save the crap you're getting for the garden.
Love Ya
I_M_Boo
aka Tim
Than Tim,
I appreciate your comments, thoughts, and observations. You are witness to my NOT being locked up in a psyche ward, rather locked up at 'home' by the situation. People are weird.
I KNOW who my friends are, including you, Lori and Sam, and I am counting down the days.
A week today I see the Oncologist. I'm scared. Maybe I shouldn't be, but I am.
You're totally right, I need to dig this crap into the garden at home and leave it there. Brighter things will bloom.
Thanks for the encouragement and for responding. Amazing HOW FAST this kind of crap travels, eh?
There's GOT to be a way to turn this all around and make it good. The goodness, for me anyway, starts with the love and support of amazing friends like you.
love ya too,
Fi
ps. big hugs to you, Lori, Sam and drooley-chops there (woof.)
Hey there. I know this is late (you're seeing the Oncky-Doncky today!) but I felt I wanted to add this.
Here's a little truth for you: The more interesting a person you are, the more you don't seem to conform with everyone else's idea of what "normal" is, the more you stand-up head and shoulders above the crowd, the more you are noticed. Once you're noticed, there's no going back. They start talking.
The large-brains will understand that hey! this is neat! Someone new who adds something to our rather staid and stodgy little world! The little-brains however will be spiteful because they don't understand "different." It scares the pee-pee out of them. It challenges who they are, and they don't like to have to rethink the structures they've created for themselves. That makes them feel unsafe.
I think you'll agree that this is the HUGEST compliment anyone could EVER pay you. Anyone talking like this about you has basically said "in this superficial world of cookie-cutter people and personalities, where noone stands out among the crowd, I noticed YOU. You got my attention. So much so, that you scared me into making derogatory comments about you to explain away the fact that you do not conform to my tidy little idea of how people OUGHT to be."
Like I said, that's pretty flattering. Of all the people that walked into that little gin joint, they chose to talk about you. In the words of my amazing man and best friend, "Atta Girl!!"
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